When life gives you lemons, just say, “fuck the lemons” and bail
Paul Rudd - “Forgetting Sarah Marshall”
When life gives you lemons, just say, “fuck the lemons” and bail
Paul Rudd - “Forgetting Sarah Marshall”
Wow. This guy went all out. Maybe he should hook up with Pat O’Brien.
Batman exhibits more moral maturity than Superman: Superman always upholds the status quo, but in Year One Batman goes on a crusade against Gotham’s corrupt elite. Batman is a detective, a scientist, a master of disguise, and a martial arts expert; Superman is a burly asshole in a red cape with big muscles.
Great article about how disappointing Superman is as a character. Batman is a much deeper, more interesting character. Of course, it’s human nature to look for flawed, interesting characters.
Oh, and Batman so totally kicked Superman’s ass in The Dark Knight Returns.
She is a living fire she is a reason to live
She is killing me burning only for him
Rhett Miller - “Our Love”
A couple weeks ago I saw an ad for a new radio station on the side of a bus. As I’m often stuck listening to either K-Rock or Q104.3 (“modern” rock and “classic” rock, respectively), I thought I’d give the new station a shot.
I was quite impressed. They actually play a pretty wide variety of rock. Over the last couple of days I’ve heard Foxboro Hot Tubs, Mott the Hoople, The Pretenders, Rogue Wave, Death Cab for Cutie, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, The Clash, and Mike Doughty.
Imagine that, not having to change the station to listen to songs from a different decade. Awesome.
The folks at 2K Games have released some high-quality audio clips from Bioshock. There’s some neat stuff included. Useful for all your Bioshock ringtone needs, anyway.
Things are evening out all the time, if you take time to notice, like I do. Let’s say you want a big cupcake, with lots of icing, so you go buy one and eat it. But then you realize, I don’t have the cupcake anymore. Or maybe you take a bite of salsa that’s labelled “HOT,” and it doesn’t seem that hot, but then about a second later it seems really hot.
Jack Handy is awesome. I’m glad he’s still writing stuff like this, for the New Yorker, no less.