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UPDATE: Well isn't that appropriate? The liveblog didn't happen, since I was in a meeting for a huge chunk of the speech. Oh boy. There's competence for ya.
The gauntlet has been thrown, the faces have been besmirched with soft, white gloves, the noses have been pinched and the spit has flown both ways. And now, Glenn Beck (oh, he does present so much material doesn't he? It's a terrible thing to talk about him, but it's so enjoyable, he is the living embodiment of Howard Beale...just wait until he starts preaching, "We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies...The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business."
Keep your kids out of school. And if you are a kid, keep yourself far away from the classroom. Not only just on Tuesday, when king commie fascist progressive Nazi-cuddling Empire-loving Khan-supporting butter-side-down-eating President Obama will be addressing schools that decide to broadcast his subversive message.
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Great sci-fi isn’t built upon the bluster of battlecrusiers exchanging laser fire while orbiting far-flung planets, nor is it initially constructed with an ornate, complex back-story with confounding names and outlandish technological advancements.
Many apologies to any and all readers...lengthy vacations tend to put a damper on blogging content. But now we're back in action!
Tracklist: 1. Summer of Hate...Jonny Cola & The A-Grades 2. Wall Street Village Day...The Four Seasons 3. Anti-Midas Touch...The Wolfhounds 4. Rest...The Temper Trap 5. I Go I Go I Go...Wave Machines 6. Dummy Discards a Heart...Deerhoof 7. It's Boring/You Can Live Anywhere You Want...YACHT 8. Bear...The Antlers
"If you give a man a fish, he will eat for a day. If you teach a man to fish, we will eat for a lifetime."
Rupert Murdoch did it. He pushed the big, red button. After months, maybe years of holding his trembling, anxious hand over it (the button's pretty darn big) he shooed his butler out of the room, wiped his furrowed brow of the pooling sweat and pressed downward. Flashing lights popped out of the walls, and the signal was immediately sent to Fox's Internet Golems to push the giant online switch from "Free" to "Not so much."
Everyone complains about Hollywood's reticence to create something new. The film industry has essential been a broken record for the past five years, with nearly every blockbuster having been based in intellectual properties that have already been established for decades. Superheroes, I've heard, originated in these things known as "comic books" that people would read on "paper."
He holds a counter productively-large gun, eyes in a wrinkled, taut squint with a mouth distracted by a cigarette, a toothpick or just the undeniable urge to contort into an ever-shrinking sneer. The criminals, those entitled, slimy scumbags with leering, sprinting eyes running suicides atop their sunglasses, stumble down alleyways opposite the man with the scrunched face. But he's no longer a man, he's the law, the living embodiment of the boiling revenge that sits on society's stove until someone's brave enough to put on the oven mitts of justice, grab hold of the scalding kettle and drain a culture's repressed vengeful and just desires with a single minded righteous fury that few can summon.
As one of the people who first found out about the Arctic Monkeys through Myspace (remember that?) I found their debut album, "Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not," to be entirely enjoyable for some time, though they'll forever be lumped with the exuberance that everyone approaches new music with when they're just starting to build up their rotation.
You know how in Family Guy, the brilliant writers will land on one single thing, usually "awkward stare" or "irritating noise" or just maybe "Hey, it's a gay baby. That's funny. A gay baby. Get it? He's gay. But a baby. Did we mention that, if on a form he was asked for his sexual preference and then subsequently, his age, he would have to put, 'Men' and 'Baby'?"
It turns out that things have actually been worse than you thought they were, after they were apparently slightly better than you remember at an earlier time. The Bureau of Economic Analysis (but her friends call her Bea) released revised economic figures, revealing that the recession wasn't slightly worse than previously thought, nor was it just flat-out worse. It was more than twice as worse. The 0.8 percent drop in GDP between the fourth quarter of 2007 and the last three months of 2008 is now a 1.9 percent drop.