The Robot Holocaust

Ingested some kiddie piffle. Astro Boy:



The story is this: Society has robot slaves, a kid dies, the dad builds a robot kid in the kid's likeness, then rejects him, the robot kid fights some battles, and is eventually accepted by everyone.

Along the way many many many robots with cutesy personalities are destroyed, abandoned, or turned into killing machines for sport.

This film would have been far more interesting if it was a robot society enslaving, beating, abusing, operating on, dismantling, crippling and otherwise shredding humans, leaving their mangled flesh to rot in piles underneath their floating city.

As a sop to robots, one is given the day off at the end of the movie. Seriously.

There's Precedent

Via Mr. Atrios, Governor Schwarzenegger is booed at some sorta horse-racing event. In the same article:

Zenyatta, who's 14 for 14 in her career, was paraded on the track after the seventh race and brought into the winner's circle.

"She made impossible possible," Ann Moss said of Zenyatta, who's headed for Kentucky and broodmare duties.

Hmm...a solution to California's governance problems presents itself.

Another Great Marvel Idea

Ouroborosity

Big Hollywood's John Nolte thinks someone's fulla shit:

Yesterday, Washington Post columnist and former Bush II speechwriter Michael Gerson played a long slow violin solo over the death of the mainstream media. There’s nothing new in his piece. Dazed with panic as the circle of financial ruin closes in, we’ve heard this song many times before from our ink-stained dinosaurs. And true to form, Gerson can’t break the mold. It’s all there, the rose-colored glasses, denial, and a heaping helping of rationalization.

Once again, from that familiar MSM perch where one can look down their nose at the great unwashed who just don’t understand the magnificent tradition of journalism they’re about to lose, Gerson blames We the People for no longer wanting to pay for our news and choosing partisan sources “that reinforce and exaggerate … political predispositions.”

How absurd.

7-Up in my nose there.

Yes, it's absurd to have MICHAEL FUCKING GERSON as the champion of objectivity for the Washington Post.

And then Nolte comes along and doesn't get the little game Gerson's playing - the same game getting played here by some PBS asshole - and complains about it.

It's another case of reaping the whirlwind: Nolte's too stupid to applaud the infiltration yet another of his own team into the opinion-making machinery and he poops in the punchbowl while everyone watches. You watch too:

What profession could he possibly be talking about? Certainly not the same profession who set out to destroy Clarence Thomas, circled the wagons to save President Clinton, summoned all their resources to lose the war in Iraq, told us more about the background of an unemployed plumber than our current President, dragged Sarah Palin’s family through the mud, and on this very day refuse to investigate three of the biggest stories of the year (if not the decade): ACORN, CzarGate and ClimateGate.

What item on that list tells you this man is something other than completely bananas?

Nolte in conclusion:

May they rest in Hell.

I'll betcha a weak sissy PC liberal editor made him put "rest" instead of "roast".

Sarah Palin: Just Folks

A bus tour. On a plane.

Comments Reordered

Here's you making sense.

Here's you jabbering away in some kind of time warp.

I Dunno...

Alexis-Charles-Henri Clérel de Tocqueville (29 July 1805, Paris – 16 April 1859, Cannes), truest witness to the greatest incarnation of America

Q: Whatever Happened to Tocqueville's America?

A: There was a war.

Drink

Princess Di's Advocaat Swirl

Ingredients:
1 pint beholder zombie pancreatic juice
1 shot advocaat, swirled

Add the beholder zombie pancreatic juice rhetorically to the advocaat since it's heavier. Serve in a small rich jug. Phone the authorities.

No Obligation

From 1974. On the list I can see things I owned from:

Led Zep
Steely Dan
Neil Diamond
Stevie Wonder
Curtis Mayfield
Moody Blues
David Bowie
The Sylvers
Richard Harris
Raspberries
Isaac Hayes
Jackson Five
Eric Clapton
Yes

You can see why I'm partial to the shrieking electronics.

DOOMSDAY!

Sounds a Little Like Bea Arthur Sometimes

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STEVE PERRY ROCKS MY WORLD. THEN AND NOW.  The girl who cheated on him was some kind of a fool. Makes you wonder if she realized the HUGE mistake she made.

Forgery FAIL

This seems like the sort of mistake you shouldn't make, either buyer or seller:

A man received a big surprise when he learned the six Andy Warhol paintings he purchased for $100,000 were fake.

The paintings had Warhol's signature on them, and were dated '96. The problem is Warhol died in 1987.

Two Utahns were charged Wednesday in the 3rd District Court for allegedly selling the fake artwork, a deception the buyer learned after trying to have the pieces appraised last year.

No mention of pineapples.

Promises

Why hasn't this man been beaten with a tire-iron?

The prostitute at the centre of Italian premier Silvio Berlusconi's sex scandal claims she slept with him believing he would help her set up a countryside inn but she got "nothing" in return.

Bad Boy Bubby

While on the sickbed I watched Bad Boy Bubby. It is a bad movie, a sort of reverse Candide in which a character goes from fantastic deprivation and abuse to, at the end, a life of family and fulfilment. Blew that ending for you there, didn't I? Not sorry at all. The story's wanderings and changes in logic from allegory to outrage to cutesiness to impersonations of Nick Cave fronting a very boring bar band pretty quickly dissipate any power the earlier scenes of misery had and makes Bubby a tool for the director to pick at whatever scab he's interested in picking at, and prior to Bubby's encountering the outside world, that scab is YOU, dear reader: there just isn't much reason for the preliminary torture. Bubby could as well have come from the sky or from a coma.

I saw it without any preconceptions or expectations and looked it up later: it's evident that some of the shots were just inserted to showcase the sound design, and that some of the scenes may have been fragmentary due to the use of multiple photographers. So it's a technical exercise.

Dull.

The British Connection

[Orly] Taitz says [Neil] Sankey's UK police expertise has been invaluable. "He has had superb training. I have the greatest respect for Scotland Yard."

Christmas Ghosts Visiting

From a video spotted by J—.

The snow is nice, but goddammit if you reverse the image sequence for smoother begging the snow flies up again.

UPDATE:

Gravity can eat me.

Sick

Apologies. You would be wise to wash your hands after reading this post.

The Seal of Quallity

Christian Toto doesn't get it:

Here’s the scene: Bullock’s character is waiting in line to speak to someone about her new son Michael’s legal status.

Fed up, she cuts to the front of the line to ask a question:

“We have been sitting around here for over an hour and when I look around all I see are people shooting the bull and drinking coffee … who’s in charge here?”

The bemused woman behind the desk points to the wall, where a picture of Bush is hanging.

We’ve all been in long lines before, be it at the DMV or other governmental offices. And it doesn’t matter which party - or person - is occupying the White House at the moment.

So the joke makes no sense.

There used to be a regular joke-dissecting column like this in the National Lampoon. It was funny.

The Fatal Glass of Beer

The Bible: Objectively Pro-Furry

Watch Jacob use a goatskin to steal dad's blessing.

Failure

Michael Moore’s ‘Capitalism’ Flops: Even Liberals Stay Away in Droves
by John Nolte

After nearly two months in theaters and all the hype that normally surrounds a Michael Moore film — much of it free thanks to a fawning media, “Capitalism: A Love Story” has flopped. Production costs, advertising costs and whatever Michael Moore takes above the line makes spinning a measly $14.2 million theatrical haul into anything other than a flop impossible.

Note that foreign earnings have not been tallied yet except for some places where starving islanders fight over crabs to survive.