Wednesday, August 30, 2006


Wednesday Junk N' Stuff


Monday, August 28, 2006


Monday Meandering

Friday, August 25, 2006


Otis Strikes Back

On a much lighter note than my last entry, I'm honored and horrified to be the subject of the first Fractured Fairy Tale at You Know, For Kids.

Of course, you know this means war.


Real Horror

This is like something from a horror movie... except for the whole "truth is stranger than fiction" part:

VIENNA, Austria (CNN) -- DNA tests have confirmed the identity of a young Austrian woman believed to have been held captive in a basement "dungeon" and sexually assaulted over an eight-year period.

Police said Friday the woman -- found roaming in a residential area near Vienna earlier this week -- is Natascha Kampusch, who vanished in 1998 at the age of 10.

And in a twist to one of Vienna's most notorious and mysterious crimes, Kampusch's alleged kidnapper committed suicide by jumping in front of a train shortly after she escaped on Wednesday...

Photos released by police showed a small, cluttered room with narrow stairs leading to a small entrance. They showed a bed, sink and a toilet, as well as children books.

Click the picture for CNN video.

Words fail me.


Keeping My Comments To Myself

STUPID, STUPID STUPID BLOGGER won't let me leave comments today! I'm writing this on Word, as I always do, with the intentions of posting it at my blog, but I very well might be wasting my time because STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID BLOGGER, as likely as not, won't let me post it!!


Anyway, I made my usual blog rounds today and wanted to leave a few comments, but Blogger was, as always, acting screwy… so it wouldn't let me leave my comments. There were a couple of comments that it did let me leave, maybe… and I'm pretty sure that the comment I posted at Lorna's blog actually DID post. The rest of 'em, who knows?

So since I can't post 'em there, I'll try to post 'em here.

These are the comments I wanted to leave for some of my fellow bloggers.

So now that I know that Blogger won't let me post comments today, I'm off to see if it'll let me post blog entries? Who knows? See ya, maybe, on the other side.

Thursday, August 24, 2006


This Was The Week That This Week Is

The week isn't quite over yet, so I guess it's technically a little soon to do a weekend wrap-up, logically speaking. However, I pride myself on never allowing logic to come between my blog and me.

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Tuesday, August 22, 2006



I thought about posting this at film geeks, but I'm trying to post more reviews and fewer sundry collections of junk there… so here's the junk where it belongs, at SouthCon.

Wendy and I watch movie trailers on the internet a whole lot. Like everyone. There's a thousand trailer websites on the net, and it's hard to see them all. Tonight I accidentally stumbled across Video Detective. The thing about this site is that it shows you the trailer you select, and then just starts a random stream of trailers after the one you chose. So, if you're like me, before you know it, you've sat through 50 trailers, all the while saying "just one more, just one more, one more and I'll quit, OK, this is the last one, alright just one more…"

Thing is, you can't embed the trailers at Video Detective, and I've yet to find a way to really link to them in a way that I'm happy with. It seems that the link it creates relies on the cookie on your individual PC… so I've gone to the trouble of finding other sources for the movie trailers that caught my attention.

THESE are the movies I hope to see in the next few months:

Monday, August 21, 2006


The Freefallin' Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan's list of accomplishments (both notable and dubious) is considerable:

Now, according to Parade Magazine, Dylan's life is about to be adapted for the screen, and six different actors will be playing Dylan. The movie, called I'm Not There, will feature these six actors, each playing Dylan in different stages of his life:

The cast listing at IMDb has some differences from the list in Parade magazine… so we'll see. If Parade is correct, these are the six faces of Bob Dylan, as he'll be represented in I'm Not There:

You can read more here.

I shouldn't prejudge the film based on this information… but I can't help but expect it to be as disjointed, rambling, strange and ostentatious as the most recent years of Dylan's career have been.

Friday, August 18, 2006


This Was The Week That This Week Was

Just catching up a bit on the news items I've missed over my busy week:

Thursday, August 17, 2006


Now, where was I?

Oh, yeah… a week ago, the Unseen Blogger tagged me with a book meme, and I committed to completing it.

Along the way I noticed that MCF had done the meme, but he'd changed it to an 80's animation theme instead of books since he vaguely remembered having done the book variation in the past. Then Otis got in on the action, doing the cartoon version as well.

Then I remembered that MCF definitely had done a version of this meme before, and that he'd tagged me with it, too. So, since I'd already done this kind of thing once before, I decided to change it up myself. Instead of books and instead of cartoons, my version is about albums:

1. One book album that changed your life:

I'm going with Tony Rice's amazing Cold on the Shoulder. Before I heard this album, I was just like every other uppity dipstick when it came to bluegrass music. I thought I knew what it was all about, I thought it was all about these kinds of people, and I looked down my nose at bluegrass in general. Then I heard Rice. There was no getting around the fact that the guy was a remarkable musician. I don't think I appreciated his absolute mastery of song, though, until I heard Cold on the Shoulder. There were moments (the best example is the track "Wayfaring Stranger") when I sat in wide-eyed disbelief at the inexpressible beauty of what I was hearing. I've been an unabashed and enthusiastic bluegrass fan ever since. And, here's the thing about bluegrass fans: Often when two of us are together and hear someone else mocking bluegrass, you might notice a sly exchange of glances. It's an exchange that says "Remember when we were ignorant a-holes, too?"

2. One book album that you have read more than once listened to a zillion times:

My favorite album, Pearl Jam's Ten. I absolutely love this album. I can't be objective about it. It's just my album. It was the perfect album, released at the perfect time, with each perfect song written and recorded perfectly. I have so many associations and memories with this album. I can remember specific times in my life when it was the background music… specific instances when one song or another from this album was on the radio. I can play each solo on the album in perfect, synchronous air-guitar. I know and can sing along with each of Vedder's grunts, moans and fricatives. And this is an album, not a collection of songs. In case you had any doubt, the band opened and closed it with a brief instrumental bookend piece. It is meant to be heard as a whole, and I hear it as a whole quite frequently, even all these years later. Oh, if only Pearl Jam had ever done even one other album that was half this good. If only they'd concentrated on the music and less on the politically ostentatious posturing. If only, if only….

3. One book album you'd want on a desert island:

Yes, Ten is my favorite album… by my favorite band is and will likely always be Metallica. Yes, I'm aware that Metallica sold out, Metallica sucks, Metallica are a bunch of irrelevant old men, Metallica are yadda, yadda, yadda. Just shut your yappin' pie hole, OK? I don't want to hear it and I don't care. Metallica is my favorite band. The thing is, It's like I'm Metallica's battered wife. I keep taking them back because they used to be so good to me. They still love me… I just know they do, and they'll show it again one day! So in spite of pointless sets of cover songs and blatant instances of hubris and otherwise wonderfully written and played albums that were ruined by an incompetent producers, I keep going back. If I had to pick a single Metallica album to take on a desert island… a place where time stands still, where no one leaves and no one will…it would have to be Master of Puppets. I'll just never get tired of it. It's their high-water mark, they're standard by which I judge every subsequent effort, and an album I could listen to any day of the week. The band created that album by following their instincts, not a trend… and it will go against the grain until the end.

And if you can name the two songs from the album that I quoted in that paragraph (WITHOUT Googling the lyrics), you get ten bonus SouthCon points.

4. One book album that made you laugh:

When The Darkness released their album Failure To Launch, I got what they were doing. I didn't enjoy it, but I got it. They were trying to be heavy and be funny at the same time. Some music critics thought it was impossible and that the band could only be seen as a joke, but I knew better. I knew better because of SOD's outstanding, hilarious Speak English Or Die. This 30 minute blast of thrash metal from 1985 was simultaneously heavy-as-anything and also extremely funny. Even in 1985, SOD recognized the political correcting of rock and roll that was taking place (Rock Against Drugs, anyone?) and they were having no part of it. Speak English Or Die is a thrash metal classic with enough riffs and monster leads to satisfy any metal fan… but with lyrics that literally caused my buddy John and I to have to pull over to the side of the road the first time we listened to the album because we were laughing so hard. Songs like The Ballad Of Jimi Hendrix and Chromatic Death and the blistering title track were so much fun. In much the same way as This Is Spinal Tap from the year before, Speak English Or Die both mocked and celebrated everything that is big and dumb and loud and stupid and wonderful about heavy metal. It remains a cherished favorite of mine to this day.

5. One book album that made you cry:

When Layne Staley of Alice In Chains died, my immediate reaction was cynical disgust. I'd been a fan of the band for years, but I'd also heard all the stories about Layne's frequent overdoses and rehab stints. I wasn't surprised to hear that he'd finally OD's and died. "Stupid junkie," I thought. "If he couldn’t clean up and quit taking the drug that he knew was killing him, why should I give a damn? Just one more dead junkie, right? If somebody is bound and determined to kill themselves with drugs or drink or alcohol, then so be it. Screw 'em. Let 'em die."

A year or so after Layne died, I happened to be listening to an old favorite of mine, the Alice In Chains EP Jar Of Flies. It may be that for the first time I actually paid attention to the lyrics on that particular day… or it may just be that I was just a little more sensitive and a little less cynical than usual for some reason. Anyway, the hopelessness and utter sadness of the lyrics hit me for the first time. Songs I'd always liked, such as Don't Follow and I Stay Away… and, most especially, No Excuses… hit me like a ton of bricks. The honesty, the desperation and the pitiable pleas in those songs overcame me. I found myself actually choked up and wiping away a few tears for Layne and for everyone who was ever swallowed whole by an addiction. There but for the grace of God go I.

6. One book album you wish would have been written recorded:

A live album by The Sleestacks would have been awesome.

7. One book album you wish had never been written recorded:

There is one artist… one and only one, about whom I can say the following: I absolutely can not stand a single song she's ever recorded. I hate, loathe, and despise every one of her songs… at least every one of her songs that I've heard. I make a great effort to hear as few of her songs as possible. And so I can say, for certain and without qualification, that I wish every single album and/or song ever recorded by Shania Twain had never been recorded.

8. One book album you are currently reading rediscovering:

I don't suppose I'll ever get tired of Johnny Cash at San Quentin, maybe my favorite live album of all time. Everyone knows and refers to the Folsom album.. and, granted, Folsom really is a masterpiece… but I can't help but prefer San Quentin. This is one album that has so many layers and so much rich texture that I don't think I'll ever hear all of it, appreciate it entirely, or really fully get it's significance. The music itself, of course, is outstanding. Everyone knows A Boy Named Sue, of course… and, yes, it is indicative of the rest of the album. However, it's only a scratch of the surface. There is so much on the San Quentin album. There's an energy… an urgency… about this recording. It might come from the prison crowd, obviously thrilled about the rare occasion of a night designed to entertain them. It might come from Cash himself, only a year or two into his own sobriety and his marriage to the great love of his life, June Carter. It's probably a combination of the two. Songs like "I Don't Know Where I'm Bound" and "Starkville City Jail" make the rapport between Johnny and his audience palpable. The centerpiece of the show, two back to back performances of the protest song San Quentin, literally make my spine tingle… and the closing gospel set of songs wraps it up with an honestly hopeful finale. God bless the record execs at Sony who decided to finally make the entire recording available in 2000. This is a once-in-a-lifetime set, and I get something more out of it each time I hear it.

9. One book album you have been meaning to read listen to:

At Christmas in 2003 I gave Wendy Brand New's album Deja Entendu, and, shockingly, we both enjoyed it very much. It's rare that we both enjoy an album. I can only think of five or six examples. Anyway, both of us liked Deja Entendu and, somewhere along the line, one or the other of us acquired Brand New's previous album Your Favorite Weapon. I remember listening to it once or twice and thinking that it was really good, really solid, and that I'd probably end up enjoying it quite a bit if I'd just keep listening to it. You know how it goes, though. Sometimes an album just falls through the cracks. Now and then I remember that Your Favorite Weapon is among our music collection and I'll feel guilty about not listening to it more than I have. I'm sure that I'll really enjoy that darn CD… if I only give it the chance to win me over!

10. Tag some others:

My usual standby: If you read this and you're inspired to write something similar, consider yourself tagged.

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Wednesday, August 16, 2006


The Face Of The Earth…

…Just so you'll know, I haven't dropped off of it. It's just been a very busy week. I'm working the day shift this week and we've been busy in the evenings. I can't remember what we were up to Monday evening, but we had something or other to do. Yesterday (as my fellow Catholics know) was a Holy Day for church goers, so we went to church and when we got home, all I was up to was a quick, slanderous graphic that I threw together at film geeks. Today we're getting together with friends, so there's no time for blogging today, either. I hope to write something tomorrow. Maybe. We'll see.

Sunday, August 13, 2006


Abby Pees

I'd happily encourage everyone to go see the post about Abby at You Know, For Kids... but I'm reluctant to knowingly send my readers to a post that I am fully aware contains a picture of a dog turd. So if you're reluctant to see that image, you can simply click this next link and watch the associated wonderful video.

Saturday, August 12, 2006


The Descent

This is my review of The Descent, as originally posted at film geeks.

Statistics show that the movie industry cranks out a new horror film every 40.7 seconds. They throw 'em together like Big Macs and serve 'em up to an unthinking, uncaring audience. In our death-obsessed culture, horror films are the artistic equivalent of fast food. All filler, no substance… cheap, processed, unexceptional and bad for you.

And then there are films like The Descent.

Seeing The Descent is like enjoying a gourmet meal at a restaurant that usually serves junk food. This is the kind of film that reminds me why I will not settle for substandard horror movies. This one is good. Very good. It's a keeper, and I can't wait for repeated viewings on DVD.

Now, notice that I said that The Descent is good. I didn't say that it was pleasant. I didn't say that it was nice. It's not. This is that rarest of rarities; a horror film that's actually scary. In fact, The Descent is downright upsetting at times.

And, like the best horror movies, The Descent is a roller coaster. It works best when you don't see the curves coming. That's why I'm going out of my way not to give anything away in this review. I encourage horror fans to go out of their way to learn as little as possible about this movie before you see it. Don't go on line and watch the preview; the preview gives far too much away. Don't read detailed reviews or opinions on the internet. I'm not even including my usual IMDb link in this review because even the basic page there simply gives away too much. See this movie with all of it's scares left intact. They are worth savoring.

All you need to know about the plot is this bare-bones outline: Five adventure-seeking female friends from the UK go to visit an American friend for a caving expedition. Shortly after they enter the cave, a rock slide traps them inside. Fear and confusion lead to panic and paranoia, and maybe to delusions. Soon, the women are as motivated by long held, unspoken grudges (both major and trivial) as they are by the drive to survive. And, just as it seems that things couldn't get any worse, things literally go all to hell.

So what can I tell you about The Descent that might make you want to see it without giving away too much of the plot? I can tell you that The Descent is

I've carefully thought about all of those superlative statements before posting them in this review, and each of them is honest and accurate. I've seen scarier films than The Descent, (such as The Exorcist and Alien) but that's a short list and I never saw any of those films in the theater. I was too young when they were released. Comparing this film to The Exorcism of Emily Rose (my favorite film from last year) is also valid because this movie really is smart and razor-sharp, just like E of ER. It's that good. I'm going to have to rethink my list of my favorite horror films. The Descent belongs on it somewhere.

My recommendation does come with two caveats, though.

For one thing, this is a very gory film. If strong, bloody violence isn't your thing, you might not want to see The Descent. Having said that, let me also say that I've made it clear how I feel about gore porn, and this is not a gore-porn film. This is a movie with a real story, believable and interesting characters, and not one second of gratuity. There is a great deal of gore, but all of it is natural and organic to the story. Had this story been told without gore, it wouldn't have worked.

Beyond that, I have a very specific complaint with the film regarding four exact instances of dialogue. These four instances of dialogue were so bad, so silly, that I'm withholding a star from what I'd otherwise consider a flawless film.

I'm not going to mention three of those instances here in this review because to do so would be to give away intricacies of the plot. I will mention one of them, though: I, for one, would like to call a moratorium on the use of the word "Shyte" in films featuring characters from the UK. Can't movie makers come up with some other contrivance to convey to us that a given character is trendy, hip Euro-trash? The "Shyte" pronunciation of the word "sh*t" has been done to death. It's clichéd, it's a cheap gimmick, and I'm tired of it. So I'm officially putting moviemakers everywhere on notice: cut the shyte.

Now, if you've seen the film and you want to know what my other three complaints were, you can click the link at the end of this paragraph. Let me restate, though, that I can't voice those complaints without giving away significant elements of the plot… so DO NOT CLICK THIS LINK UNLESS YOU'VE SEEN THE FILM.

No, The Descent is not flawless. However, it is a genre masterpiece, and it's as good as (or better than) any horror movie that's been released in the past fifteen years. If scare-fests are your thing, go see The Descent. Buy your ticket, get your popcorn, and brace yourself for one hell of a white-knuckle drop.


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Thursday, August 10, 2006


Cynthia Slides Out, Movies Slip In, And A Story That Just Can't Be Real...

Wednesday, August 09, 2006


Spidey Stuff at film geeks

Not much going on here today... but I did post some Spider-Man 3 on-set pictures at film geeks today if that's your kind of thing.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006


The Doobie Brothers, Apologetics, Tom Cruise, DNA and BLOGGER SUCKS!!

Monday, August 07, 2006


Monday Miscellany

Saturday, August 05, 2006


Driver Improved

Last May I got a speeding ticket, 43 in a 35. I kinda sorta felt like the officer could let me slide on that one, it's not like it was a Go, Speedracer, Go kinda thing… my speed just crept up on me. Anyway, the cop wrote me a summons and the judge gave me the option of scheduling Driver Improvement School instead of being found guilty and getting the points on my ticket.

So I scheduled driver improvement class. I took the class today and I passed it. I are driver edumacated. Now I just have to remember to mail the completion certificate to the court or it will all have been for naught.

Surprisingly, I did learn several interesting things during the six hour class. Some of them were very surprising to me. For instance, did you know that one person is involved in a motor-vehicle accident every four minutes in the state of Virginia? Whew! They wouldn't tell us the guy's name, but I definitely wouldn't want to get in a car with that dude.

I've posted a list of things I learned in class below. Sometimes we got off on a few tangents, but our instructor, a very nice police sergeant, answered our questions gladly. One of the things in this list is something I faked; not really something we learned in class. The rest are all genuine facts, at least in the state of Virginia. Can you spot the fake?

The answer will be left as the first comment to this post.

Which of the following is not a genuine factoid I learned in driver improvement school?

So which one is it? Which factoid above is fake? Check the comments to find out.


I Actually Want To See It

I had presumed that the new Oliver Stone film, World Trade Center, would be from a political perspective that I'd not share. It doesn't seem to be a political film, though. Based on the preview (posted below) I find myself really wanting to see it.


Otis Gets Ornamental

Everyone go check out the new look of You Know, For Kids, the new blog by my real life friend, Otis. He's really souped it up, and if it wasn't obvious before that the theme is inspired by his favorite film, it ought to be obvious now. So go take a look already.

Friday, August 04, 2006


Comic Relief For Mel

Rob Schneider, star of cinematic milestones such as The Animal and The Hot Chick has taken out a full page ad (I'm not making this up) in a Hollywood trade paper, announcing that he'll never work with Mel Gibson because of Gibson's DUI arrest, during which Gibson made anti-Semitic remarks:

The ad stated: "I, Rob Schneider, a 1/2 Jew, pledge from this day forth to never work with Mel Gibson, actor-director-producer and anti-Semite."

Schneider also supported Hollywood talent agent Bernie Brillstein for disassociating himself with Gibson, claiming: "I just don't like bigots."

Oh, well… so much for Mel's planned epic "The Passion Of The Gigolo".

Of course, we can only fear that things will get worse from here. Who knows, maybe Carrot Top will be the next big star to boycott Gibson.

A number of legitimate Jewish groups have reached out to Gibson following his apology for the remarks he made during his arrest. Of course, these groups are largely made up of people who practice Judaism as a religion and a way of life, rather than Hollywood Jews who merely see their religion as a political trump card.

Of course, Jews aren't the only ones taking the "Holier Than Thou" route with regard to Mel's mistakes. Just look around the blogosphere, hypocrites are crawling out of the woodwork everywhere. ;)

Thursday, August 03, 2006


Muslim Fun Day Canceled??

It was with tremendous shock and dismay that I heard today that the Alton Towers Amusement Park in London has canceled "Muslim Fun Day":

Britain's biggest theme park announced it has called off the country's first "National Muslim Fun Day" because of lack of interest.

Alton Towers in central England was to open on September 17 for Muslims-complete with halal food, a strict dress code and prayer areas.

Music, gambling and alcohol were to be banned for the day and theme park rides such as "Ripsaw," "Corkscrew" and "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" would have been segregated by sex.

This is just so hard for me to accept. I mean, if there is one mental image that just spells FUN in big red letters in my mind, it's the idea of a group of bearded, turban-sporting men, waving automatic machine guns and shouting "There Is No God But Allah!" on the "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" ride.

…The park says the event's organizers, Islamic Leisure, who rented the park for the day and were marketing the event, had called it off due to "insufficient ticket sales."

Insufficient ticket sales? How can this be? If there are two words that are linked together inseparably in the modern collective conscience, they've got to be "Islam" and "Fun."

In a statement, the park says, "Alton Towers is disappointed that the planned Family Fun Day Sunday 17th September has had to be canceled," with a park spokeswoman assuring Islamic Leisure would refund those who bought tickets.

Organizers had hoped to fill a niche for Britain's 1.7 million Muslims, some of whom may be uncomfortable with mainstream entertainment.

But the fun day had caused some controversy: a non-Muslim couple scheduled to hold their wedding at the park's hotel complained to newspapers that event organizers told them the bride and female guests would have to cover up.

The park promised the party would be exempt from the rules. A park spokeswoman said the wedding would take place as planned.

In an unrelated story, the Four Little Pigs Bar-B-Que restaurant in Benton, Kentucky has canceled their planned Jewish Buffet Day, scheduled for August 24th. No explanation had been given at press time.

(By the way, this isn't intended in a bashing-all-Muslims kind of way... this is intended in a Don Rickles kind of way. I'm not a biggot, and I am not anti-Semitic. Nor am I drunk, nor am I a movie-star.)

Wednesday, August 02, 2006


Devil Music

As I've covered ad nauseum here, I'm a Catholic Convert in the mostly Baptist South. That makes me an oddball.

I’m also an unapologetic heavy metal fan in the culturally conservative South, which doesn't make me an oddball particularly… there are quite a few other heavy metal fans 'round these parts.

The thing is, I'm as socially and politically conservative as any good ol' Southern Red Stater. What separates me from most of my cultural contemporaries is, for the most part, the minor issue of musical preference.

I like heavy metal. Most of my peers like current country music. I absolutely loathe country music.

Well, I loathe what passes for country music these days. The crap that they play on country music radio. They can tell me that it's country music all they want, but I know the difference. I grew up listening to Johnny Cash, Loretta Lynn and Merle Haggard. I know the difference between real country music and the Shania Twain / Rascal Flats / Toby Keith garbage that is marketed as country music these days.

Here's why I'm on this rant today: Now and then, one of my cultural contemporaries will let me know… either subtly or overtly… that he or she doesn't approve of my taste in music. Nine times out of ten, what happens is this: some rabid fan of modern so-called "country music" will make it clear that, in their opinion, if I were a real conservative, a real Christian, a real whatever, I wouldn't listen to Metallica and AC/DC and Black Sabbath.

My response is always to insist… usually futily… that most heavy metal is harmless and that the really irresponsible and dangerous lyrics are the ones in modern country music. I honestly believe that. When it comes to lyrics, metal is silly, fun, harmless music for the most part. The lyrics of modern country music, on the other hand, are an awful influence on impressionable young people.

That's my thesis… and that's what the following experiment is designed to prove.

So here's the setup… I'm going to post a brief summary of the lyrics to a given song… after the summary, I'll pose the question… have I summed up a metal song or a modern country song? You can click the link to find out the specific song I'm referencing.

So check out these song summaries and judge for yourself… which kind of lyrics are really the worst possible influence on young people?

Example #1: "I had my first sexual experience when I was under-age and drunk. I remember it fondly."
Country or Metal?

Example #2: "I like women who listen to Bon Jovi and get drunk and naked in public."
Country or Metal?

Example #3: "Don’t let peer pressure or material concerns prevent you from confessing belief in God."
Country or Metal?

Example #4: "If a woman is in a relationship with an abusive man, she should murder him and cover up her crime."
Country or Metal?

Example #5: "If a woman is involved in a relationship with an abusive man, she should murder him in the most grizzly way imaginable."
Country or Metal?

Example #6: "Teach your children that prostitution is a viable alternative to poverty."
Country or Metal?

Example #7: "America is a great country and worth fighting for."
Country or Metal?

Example #8: "I've met a woman who would like to build a relationship slowly, but my goal is to screw her and dump her."
Country or Metal?

Example #9: "Mortal leaders are corruptible, but their power is nothing compared to the peace of Heaven."
Country or Metal?

Example #10: "I have come to this establishment to get drunk and arrange a one night stand, and I won't leave until I've been forced to do so."
Country or Metal?

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Apology Made, Apology Accepted

Mel Gibson issued the following apology regarding anti-Semitic remarks he apparently did make during his DUI arrest. I found it at the American Papist, and I'm reposting the whole thing here:

"There is no excuse, nor should there be any tolerance, for anyone who thinks or expresses any kind of anti-Semitic remark. I want to apologize specifically to everyone in the Jewish community for the vitriolic and harmful words that I said to a law enforcement officer the night I was arrested on a DUI charge.
I am a public person, and when I say something, either articulated and thought out, or blurted out in a moment of insanity, my words carry weight in the public arena. As a result, I must assume personal responsibility for my words and apologize directly to those who have been hurt and offended by those words.

The tenets of what I profess to believe necessitate that I exercise charity and tolerance as a way of life. Every human being is God's child, and if I wish to honor my God I have to honor his children. But please know from my heart that I am not an anti-Semite. I am not a bigot. Hatred of any kind goes against my faith.

I'm not just asking for forgiveness. I would like to take it one step further, and meet with leaders in the Jewish community, with whom I can have a one on one discussion to discern the appropriate path for healing.

I have begun an ongoing program of recovery and what I am now realizing is that I cannot do it alone. I am in the process of understanding where those vicious words came from during that drunken display, and I am asking the Jewish community, whom I have personally offended, to help me on my journey through recovery.

Again, I am reaching out to the Jewish community for its help. I know there will be many in that community who will want nothing to do with me, and that would be understandable. But I pray that that door is not forever closed.

This is not about a film. Nor is it about artistic license. This is about real life and recognizing the consequences hurtful words can have. It's about existing in harmony in a world that seems to have gone mad."

How has the Jewish Anti-Defamation League responded? They've accepted the apology. ADL director Abraham Foxman says:

"This is the apology we had sought and requested. We are glad that Mel Gibson has finally owned up to the fact that he made anti-Semitic remarks, and his apology sounds sincere. We welcome his efforts to repair the damage he has caused, to reach out to the Jewish community, and to seek help. Once he completes his rehabilitation for alcohol abuse, we will be ready and willing to help him with his second rehabilitation to combat this disease of prejudice."

Now if only all the secularists, Christian haters and self-righteous hypocrites in the world would accept his apology as well we'd really have... well, ya know, on second thought, screw those people.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006


McFat @ 15

MCF is grilling us for information again.

1) Your life is going to be a graphic novel. Who's writing it, and who's drawing it?

Frank Miller and Frank Miller. I don't know why anyone would want anybody else to do the art or the story.

In fact, Frank and I have actually been working on a treatment for a story about my life for some time now. We're slightly modifying the title from one of his previous works.

2) Weather patterns are shifting every year. Wars are exploding across the globe. When and how do you see the world coming to an end?

People worry about that kind of thing all the time. I guess I just don't think it's relevant and that it's a waste of time to think about it.

I've heard all kinds of answers. For the first thirty-some years of my life I was taught a colorful pseudo-Christian science fiction story that had been invented by an Irish lawyer, and I made an effort to believe it… but it all struck me as simply silly. It was a major relief to finally learn as an adult that none of it is actually Scriptural, nor is any of it taken seriously by legitimate theologians (like this guy) as opposed to notorious fabulists (like this guy). I know that it might be hard for readers in other parts of the country and/or world to believe me, but there are people in this area of the country who really take this stuff seriously. The rapture, the political rise of the antichrist... they swallow it all.

I'll put it this way: The Left Behind books and Da Vinci Code are one in the same: Both claim to be fictional works based on fact, but both are laughable works of fantasy based on lies and desperate misinterpretations… and both are terribly harmful to the real message of Christ. Read and believe either at your own peril.

I've also seen and read every possible secular idea about the end of the world (like this one and this one and this one) and I noticed that all of them hinge on the supremely vain idea that man is actually capable of destroying the planet. Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy some of those movies and books, they weren't without artistic merit… but they aren't to be taken seriously, either.

How will the world end? It's a silly question and it's pointless to ponder it. The real matter I need to consider is that my own life will end, and I'd better be living right when that happens.

3) What, if anything, would turn you into a supervillain?

You mean I'm not one now???

4) Let's try another showdown question: TMNT vs. The Kurgan; who wins?

I don't know what either of those things are. I'm gong to have to look it up.

OK, I've learned that Kurgan is a Northern or Central Eurasian burial mound. I've also learned that TMNT is a contributor to the Urban Dictionary, and that his sole contribution to the dictionary is the word "edumacated", which he says is street vernacular for "educated."

So now, what was the question again?

Alright, who would win in a battle between a guy who can't pronounce the word "educated" and a burial mound in an indistinct area in either Europe or Asia?

I suppose we've all pondered that at least a time or two in our lives.

I'm having a hard time picturing the battle in my head. I just have an image in my head of a fairly inarticulate young man jumping up and down on a mound of dirt, yelling "Edumacated! Edumacated!" I suppose that in the end, you'd have to declare him the winner… but in battles such as these, does anyone really win?

SPECIAL BONUS QUESTION: The year is 3994. What’s a Mok?

I suppose that a number of things might have gone amok by that time. I'm not sure exactly what you're looking for, though… so I'll say that in the year 3994, culture, politics and the arts will all be amok. By the way, you should start spell-checking the McFats before you post them. Your spelling of "amok" was all weird looking.

Oh, crap… I've just gone back and looked at your original post so I can post a link to my answers. I just copy and paste your questions to a Microsoft Word document when I write my answers. Anyway, I now see that you provided links to TMNT and Kurgan, and they had nothing to do with my answers, did they? Regardless, I'm sticking with my original answer: The inarticulate guy would win.

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