Monday, December 31, 2007

Ron Paul: The Blimp

I think Bryan at Hot Air puts it best when he says of Ron Paul: "Paul is where the paleo right and the anarcho left meet for drinks." Nonetheless, a blimp? Awesome! Hat tip to Hot Air.

Truth be told, there is no chance in hell that Ron Paul will win. The odds are slightly better that he'll become the next Perot/Nader. But he can fly his blimp around all day, menacing cities with the question "Who is Ron Paul?"

Speaking of blimps, there is a story on Drudge about a half-ton woman who recently died in England. And the rest of the world claims that Americans are fat? More >

Road to apocalypse

Alvin And The Chipmunks has grossed nearly 150 million dollars, and will likely be one of the top 10 box office hits of 2007. This makes me want to go home and swallow lye. Were your My Name is Earl paychecks and Mallrats DVD residuals not enough, Jason Lee? And you, Mr. David Cross. Where is the fearless comedic renegade of Arrested Development for whom no depths of humiliation were too low? He is whoring himself before digital vermin. For shame. More >

Saturday, December 29, 2007

A Light in dark times

Writers strike got you down? Hit up for episodes of Death Note, one of the best shows you've probably never heard of. It's anime for people who could care less about anime. Toss Dexter, Pushing Daisies, Reaper, and Catch Me If You Can in a blender set to crazy and you'd get damn near the same thing. Enjoy! More >

Friday, December 28, 2007

Shooters on the sandy knoll

It seems like Benazir Buhtto's tragic assassination is on the road to being the JFK conspiracy of the 21st century. Need proof?

now we have only to wait for the rising of a Pakistani Oliver Stone to come up with a theory so obscenely ludicrous that the world settles on the most logical explanation.

On a tenuously related note, keep an eye out for my forthcoming review of Charlie Wilson's War! More >


While I'm not entirely sure that anyone will ever actually read this blog, I still want to make it a collaborative experience for whoever might. First order of business, settle on a title. I'm entirely ok with Found In Transition, but in a fit of boredom brought on by a training lecture that boiled down to the "who wants to win the El Camino" speech from Glengarry Glen Ross, I came up with a few snazzy alternatives for which I would more than appreciate some comment feedback loving:

Boomerang Tales -- google "Boomerang Generation" and it all makes sense

The Outlander -- an artsy self description as well as a pun on The Inlander, Spokane's alternative weekly paper and one of the few instances in which local culture transends the level of "Bodine! Stop touchin' yer sister's cooter and come watch the Springer!"

Someday In SoCal -- Reflects my love of all things LA and my latent dream of living there and working as an entertainment journalist, studio bigwig, or whorish celebutante.

Someday On Sunset -- just like the last one, really.

Twentysomewhat -- I'm a big fan of this one.

Out Of The Basement -- Nurtures my sense of superiority over those my age who live in their parents' basements. I live on their second story, dammit!

Idahomeboy -- Because we all have a little white rapper in us somewhere.

Choose My Own Adventure -- Also a fan. These books were a definite highlight of childhood.

And lastly, my tribute to the northwest,

I'm With Sasquatch.

Update: Along with the addition of celebrated co-author John comes the executive decision to dispense with the democracy and just go with twentysomewhat, barring any hatred of the name by said co-author. I'm keeping the rest of the post intact because the word cooter is freaking hillarious. More >

First of many

So here I am, finding within myself that most pitiable of new millenium cliches, the twentysomething blogger with a vague sense of dissatisfaction re: life and the "real world". Ugh. That having been said, it already feels just a little bit empowering to join the malaise ridden throng. This blog will be my special little place to keep my all important Written Communication Skills from withering on the vine and will most-likely-more-often-than-not consist of the media reviews that I really should have spent my bygone college years writing, had my pesky brain not convinced my beleagured soul that majoring in journalism or english could end only in a life of homelessless, albeit with amazingly written signs. But this is about looking towards the future, not mucking about in the past. I am proud of my business degree and proud to be gainfully employed, but also proud enough to know that a life far more exciting than quoting insurance in Spokane is mine for the takin', and sooner rather than later.

Update: A royal welcome to my dear old friend and dear new collaborater, John. While the above thoughts are my own, we're in pretty similar boats, even if his docks much closer to the sunny SoCal Pacific. How I envy him. More >