Burn The Land And Boil The Sea
A might shiny write-up of the BDM:
I'd take it as a kindness if you could see your way to clicking on this here link now.
"Look, we're gonna spend half the night driving around the Hills looking for this one party, and you're gonna say it sucks, and we're all gonna leave and we're gonna go look for this other party. But all the parties and all the bars, they all suck. I spend half the night talking to some girl who's looking around the room to see if there's someone who's more important she should be talking to, and it's like I'm supposed to be all happy 'cause she's wearing a backpack."
A might shiny write-up of the BDM:
Like the man said: Clickety-click, folks.
You want to take me where?
Last year, conservative Christians flocked to the cineplex in throngs to watch The Passion of the Christ, making that film one of the highest grossers of the year. Despite the inevitable trouble that theater ushers had to deal with from watching these hordes of seemingly complacent people come stumbling out of the film weeping, wailing, wearing sack cloth, etc., the people watching the movie genuinely enjoyed it. Conservative activists and politicians, never ones to let an opportunity slip by in an election year (and they're all election years), praised the film for its message and tone and said that Hollywood should make more movies for the flyover states.
Just minutes after Satan issued a press release saying he was feeling a little chilly, President Bush issued an apology and took full responsibility for the government's inept handling and slow response to the catastrophe in Ira-- sorry, the catastrophe in the Gulf States following the devastation of Hurricane Katrina. "To the extent that the federal government didn't fully do its job right, I take responsibility. I want to know what went right and what went wrong," Bush said the other day.
"Contemplate what the floods of New Orleans have washed up into our own American living rooms: a gasping President Bush who cannot explain how, four years and tens of billions of dollars after 9/11, his Homeland Security apparatus couldn’t manage its first real challenge; a top federal-disaster official whose previous post was director of an elite horse-breeding association and who has been revealed to have no skills other than acute political sycophancy; an American infrastructure hollowed out and impotent from decades of bipartisan erosion and underfunding; several hundred thousand previously invisible, mostly black, very poor people of the sort we have become accustomed to not thinking about very much; and to top it off, a presidential Mother Bush who has done the best Marie Antoinette impression since the sacking of Versailles (saying of the homeless refugees in the Astrodome that they “were underprivileged anyway, so this is working very well for them”)."
Possible But Unlikely Series Additions And Follow-Ups To Bobby Flay's Boy Meets Grill And Boy Gets Grill
John Roberts, nominee for associate justice to the U.S. Supreme Court, is now being considered for the role of chief justice following news of the death of Chief Justice William Rehnquist, who died Saturday at age 80 after a long battle with cancer. Roberts was originally nominated to the court when Justice Sandra Day O'Connor retired in July.
I know, it is a small story, and I’m sure it has more to do with chance than genes. But the older I get, the more I realize that, as we return to films that moved us once, so we see different films. It must be the poetry or the neediness in burning imaginations. So I miss the age of dissolves, for I still believe that in the merger and shift of electrons, there is magic.
Rainy Day Music, The Jayhawks