Give this woman a fucking break about the scarf! Do think someone whose vocabulary is stretched to the limit with words like “yum-o” and “delish” could actually form an opinion on the deeply complex history between Israel and Palestine? Or that she actually cares?
What’s Dunkin Donuts going to do to spur the jihad? “Nourish” the jihadists with munchkins? The fucking brass at Dunkin cares about one thing: moving product. If Osama came in and ordered one of those flatbread melts and a coolatta, the bloke behind the counter would serve him up and swipe his Dunkin card no questions asked.
Monthly Archives: May 2008
So Medieval Times isn’t totally ideal thanks to super fascist “birthday club” rules… although I’m still planning a trip in July so let me know if you’re interested.
But today, this Gawker gem appeared in my RSS feed: Cousin Vinny’s Little Secret in the Bronx. According to the flyer Vinny’s been handing out
Some of the advantages of membership are the following: unlimited access to the semi private lap dance rooms, 6 hours of non stop, hardcore, live action from some of the most beautiful young ladies who have ever chosen to take their clothes off in public, a bring your own booze policy that will save you a heck of a lot of money in comparison to the average club, unlimited fountain soda for your mixers, a footlong sandwiche of your choice, and a discrete and totally safe atmosphere to indulge in your carnal fantasies.
Wow. Sandwiches, strippers, sodas, and outer borough awesomeness. Sign me up!
After this little comedy gem, Sameer Mishra would go on to win.
Also, if you haven’t seen Spellbound yet, you must. Greatest documentary EVER.
Whoa. First minute is rough, fast forward to 1:04 for the good stuff.
Between the above and the NYTimes Review… I’m pretty sure I won’t be rushing to the theater for this one.
- “A little Botox goes a long way in “Sex and the City,” but a little decent writing would have gone even further.”
- “I wish Ms. Parker had let that bee in her bonnet go silent, because the movie that she and Mr. King have come up with is the pits, a vulgar, shrill, deeply shallow — and, at 2 hours and 22 turgid minutes, overlong — addendum to a show that had, over the years, evolved and expanded in surprising ways.”
- “There are no surprises in the movie, at least not good ones.”
By far, Goldberg’s take is the most entertaining (and he didn’t even read the book):
It’s been rumored that McClellan was hired by the Bush White House to appeal to a specific sub-constituency: pasty middle-aged men with a thumbless grasp of the English language. The veracity of this rumor has long been undermined by the assumption that Bush had locked down this constituency all on his own.
When I finished the book I came out not admiring Mr. McClellan or liking him but, in terms of the larger arguments, believing him. One hopes more people who work or worked within the Bush White House will address the book’s themes and interpretations. What he says may be inconvenient, and it may be painful, but that’s not what matters. What matters is if it’s true. Let the debate on the issues commence.