Some people have waaaaay too much time on their hands, but that doesn’t mean I can appreciate their output. Take this for example:
Over at CoolStuff, they have the full description:
Created by Hertfordshire, United Kingdom-based sculptors and CNC/rapid-prototyping masters Morpheus, this wooden WALL-E sculpture is a limited edition of one. Commissioned by Disney as a gift for Pixar/Disney chief creative officer John Lasseter. Look at the extreme detailing in the photo below.
Very awesome:
There was a shooting on my college campus. No, I don’t know any details. Yes, you probably know about as much as me.
Here’s all I can find on the ‘tubes:
CNN
Local News
It seems that Warner Brothers doesn’t want to make a He-Man Movie.
And with all honesty, can anyone blame them, what with the cartoon being so fucking cheesy (though, that may just be the usual 1980’s action cartoon cheese that’s blinding my judgment)? If any He-Man fan can explain to me why a He-Man movie is a good idea, then I’m all ears. Until then, I’m going to have to agree with the project’s canning.
Y halo thar, Internet. It’s been a while, huh? I know I’m a horrible boyfriend, and that if this negligence doesn’t stop, then you’re going to dump me and go out with the crazy rocker guy down the street and be a rebel and…
Wait, what? Sorry, I got a little carried away there. But yeah… it’s been a while since I’ve reported in with my life or some random thing from digg or StumbleUpon. Much like a spy satellite over Canada, I have very little to report.
Pretty much the only thing exciting that’s happened since I last put the proverbial quill to paper on this blog are two concert I was in attendance for.
The first was Mae at the University of Arkansas (YAY! Free shows for the win) and the second was Anberlin, Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Straylight Run, and There for Tomorrow in Oklahoma City.
Re: The First. Mae had to have the weirdest fucking opening act ever: The Memphis Pencils. Mullets, trombones, and heavy psychedelics are all the words I think I need to describe this band. I’m not sure if this video does the band justice, but it gives you a taste of what I saw that fateful night:
Other than that, Mae were fucking awesome. They had some sort of strange dancing contest, which provided for many lulz.
The second set of concerts, however, may quite possibly be the most epic string of four hours in my life. I was extremely scared for my life during SKSK. Anberlin fucking pwnd faces. I’m pretty sure I almost threw up a few times, I was screaming so hard during Anberlin. Which makes it all the more epic.
That’s all I got for now. I know that’s pretty much the anti-climax for a blog post, but I’ve got nothing, and it’s late which means I need to go to sleep. I’ll try not to be so slacking in my updating duties for you, Internet. Just don’t leave me! :3
Eh lets you send text messages for free and doesn’t afraid of anything.
I’m sure many of you out there have used AIM before. It’s AOL’s ubiquitous instant messenger client that’s used by every 13-year-old girl under the sun.
But did you also know that you can send SMS text messages for free via this wonderful service? Well, ladies and gentlemen, you can, and it’s quite easy to do.
I use Trillian for AIM, so I don’t know the exact procedure from sending a message to someone on the official client, but all you have to do is send a new IM to “+1(phonenumber)”. For example: +15556667777″ would send the text to 1-(555)-666-7777. Easy huh?
I’m not sure if this works outside of the US (I’m guessing probably not), but it’s worth a shot!
Hey Internet. It’s been a while since you’ve heard from me, huh? I don’t really have a good reason other than laziness, so I’m not going to bore you with the details. School’s been going pretty well. Classes are boring. Doing lots of things with friends is not. In fact, it’s quite awesome. I’m going to two amazing concerts in the coming few days, and if I’m not extremely lazy, then expect some posts about those.
But that is not the subject of this post.
<- This man is.
If you don't recognize the face, it is that of Jack Thompson, Attorney at Law; activist against violent video games.
Until today, that is. As of today, he is Jack Thompson, crazy person. In thirty days, he will no longer a member of the Florida Bar Association, as the Florida Supreme Court has ruled him to be disbarred. He has the thirty days to deal with any current clients, and there is a chance for a re-trial, but in order for that to happen, a member in good standing with the Florida Bar Association has to submit the case. And let’s be honest: there’s not many people who want to risk their careers on Jack Thompson.
Oh, did I mention he’s crazy:
The timing of this disbarment transparently reveals its motivation: This past Friday Thompson filed a federal civil rights action against The Bar, the Supreme Court, and all seven of its Justices. This rush to disbarment is in retribution for the filing of that federal suit. With enemies this foolish, Thompson needs only the loyal friends he has.
Holy crap! I just realized I have not updated this thing since long before Shakespeare wast a boy… You would not believe that I actually have a life. Apologies to my regular readers! Even the little blue ones!.
I am totally exhausted with responding to fan mail, being distracted by the shiny, and just generally being a delightful mistress to anyone unfortunate enough to cross my path. My day is full to overflowing from when the light through yonder window breaks to well after sun-down. I am totally exhausted. I need a nap.
I swear on the bones of my ancestors if one more person emails me to ask why I haven’t posted today I will start posting pictures of toe fungus, or fecal murals. Truly! This is for my ever faithful, devoted public… What do you mean you don’t believe me?
I finally got a job. It’s only temporary (tomorrow’s actually my last day after only working with them for ten days), though, but it’s still decent.
The downside is that I’ve worked soooo much the past nine days. I’m almost at 50 hours in 5 days alone.
More on this development when I’m less tired and can type more than five words without messing something up.
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In a completely unrelated note, WordPress 2.6 is out, so I’ll have to upgrade my software in the very near future. Expect some downtime when that happens.
I’m stealing this from SonicvanaJr’s blog.
President Bush said yesterday that he gave up golfing in 2003 “in solidarity” with the families of soldiers who were dying in Iraq, concluding that it was “just not worth it anymore” to play the sport in a time of war.
“I don’t want some mom whose son may have recently died to see the commander in chief playing golf,” Bush said in a White House interview with the Politico. “I feel I owe it to the families to be as — to be in solidarity as best as I can with them. And I think playing golf during a war just sends the wrong signal.”
Other than that lol-factor, I think the best quote from that article is this:
But [Presidential Historian Robert] Dallek, who is critical of the current president’s legacy, said Bush’s remarks about Iraq “speak to his shallowness.” Dallek added: “That’s his idea of sacrifice, to give up golf?”
Yup. Giving up golf is such a huge sacrifice. No wonder this country is in such good hands. :|
Read more at The Washington Post.
Quick note: Since I’m lazy, I’ve been putting off writing some of these movie articles for a while. There are three movies I’ve seen and made articles about, so be sure to scroll down a bit and read them all. =) With that said, back to the movies!
The most recent movie I went to see was The Happening, M. Night Shymalan’s newest big-screen debut. It’s also one of the worst movies I’ve seen in recent times.
Since I’ve already said is sucks, I’m not going to not spoil the movie, so if you actually intend to see it (I highly recommend against it), then GO AWAY.
You’re still here? Good. OK, the movie opens with people in New York’s Central Park committing suicide. One person stabs a hair pin into her neck, construction workers just jump off the building they’re working on, the works.
Cut to a school in Pennsylvania. Elliot Moore (Mark Wahlberg) is the teacher. Pretty sweet, right, bet you’d like Mark to be your teacher, huh? Wrong, he sucks at playing a teacher. It’s so unbelievable. Bad Part #1. He’s also having problems with his wife (Zooey Deschanel [anyone else think that’s one of the weirdest names they’ve seen?]), apparently.
Now, with all this talk of “terrorist activities” or whatever may be causing these suicides (“experts” on the TV are saying it’s some chemical that causes the basic human instinct to live to basically stop working, thus the suicides. In some way, they’re right. More on that later, though.), Elliot, Alma (the wife), his friend Julian (John Leguizamo), and Julian’s daughter board a train to Julian’s gandmum’s (ostensibly somewhere out in Bumfuck, PA where “terrorists” wouldn’t want to attack). The train stops in the middle of the line, and the characters learn that these “terrorists” are attacking smaller and smaller groups of people. Learning this, people start dissipating via cars and whatnot.
And this is where the movie takes a break from “normal” M. Light movies you see (I.E. you don’t figure out “what’s really happening” until the very end of the movie). Here (and this is barely thirty minutes into the movie) you learn the real reason to these suicides, but you don’t believe it at this point. You simply think, “No way, that’s dumb.” But it’s the truth. Wanna know what it is: IT’S THE GODDAMN PLANTS. Yes, the cause of the mass suicides is a chemical plants are releasing that acts like those described above.
Fucking plants. Bad part #2.
So, the rest of the movie is basically Wahlberg and Deschanel making up for their domestic problems, and getting farther and farther into the countryside with fewer and fewer companions (Julian and his never-seen-on-screen wife are long dead by now, leaving the daughter with the Moores). They finally end up at some Exorcist-inspired countrywoman’s house who is fucking nuts.
Long story short, the house used to be a stopping place on the Underground Railroad or equivalent, so a voice tube connects the main house to a shed in the back. Another long story short: the “plant attack” is supposed to peak that morning, and then suddenly drop off. Bad part #3. Well, as you can assume, the crazy old broad happens to go outside when the attack is at the peak, kills herself, all while Walhberg and company are staying inside. Wahlberg is in the main house, while the wife and kid are stuck in the shed thing. The communicate via the voice tube, and the guy decides that he doesn’t care that he might die, he wants to see the wife one last time. Luckily enough, the “attack” has stopped by this point, and they all live happily ever after.
The movie ends with the wife finding out she’s preggers and a news cast asking why the attack only happened in Northeastern US. Fade to France, where the movie ends with basically the same thing that opened the movie, only in Paris, not New York.
Another thing: I heard that the movie was supposed to be scary, but I didn’t think that it was at all. Sure there were some points, but it was more of “that’s gross” than “that’s scary”. The guy getting run over by a lawn mower, for example. Bad point #4.
I will also admit, there were some points when something casually mentioned turned out to be nice foreshadowing (like, when the crazy old bat mentioned the voice tube, or when the “scientist” on the TV said that attacks such as this one usually fall off very quickly after peaking). I enjoyed those parts, but overall, the movie was just bad.
Don’t waste your money on this one.
Rating: D-