Um, is that really what Jesus would do? I don' t think so.Authorities said the teen missed (the minister) with one throw but then knocked the youth minister's glasses off with the next.
The boy apologized, authorities said, but Boudreaux pushed him backward, and when the teen got up again, Boudreaux kicked him in the groin and left.
The teen suffered whiplash and post-concussion syndrome and had blood in his urine after being kicked, according to court records.
"Red Dawn?" Wow. Says the Liz Kelly of the Washington Post:My real question, though, after reviewing the relatively predictable list is: what if a movie meets the criteria above, but is still just plain bad? Take, for example, "Red Dawn" (co-written by "Waterworld" scribe Kevin Reynolds). It wasn't even believable when it premiered in 1984, during the height of the Cold War. Eight high school kids turning back the tide of a communist invasion? And not just any high school kids, but card-carrying brat packers Swayze, Howell, Lea Thompson and Charlie Sheen.
Patently Silly. The humor of invention.Taken individually, patents can be humorous in themselves. But taken as a whole, Wright finds that patterns in the patent application pipeline reveal absurd and disturbing truths about society's attitude toward its security, its pets and its meat.
One recurring theme Wright focuses on is the double standard Americans apply to the animals we live with and the animals we eat.
Hardly a week goes by without Patently Silly featuring some new invention for pampering pets, be it the dog umbrella, pet product vending machine or meat-filled flying disk.
In the course of skimming thousands of patents each week, however, Wright also encounters an abundance of patents geared for the poultry and livestock industries. These patents -- which bear names like "spinal cord removal tool with adjustable blades," and "animal sorting and grading system using MRI to predict maximum value" -- offer a rather striking contrast to the soft and cuddly pet genre.
"If you're a dog, you get umbrellas and all kinds of good things," notes Wright. "But if you're a cow, you get stuck in an MRI that'll tell you how good your meat is going to taste...."
#1 - Doggie water bowls on the sidewalks outside of local businesses.
#2 - I took a walk from the beginning of Hollywood Beach down to Foster Beach tonight after work, and it was sunny and in the high '60's. People were jogging and playing fetch with their dogs all over the place. Dads and kids were flying kites on the beach at Foster. Cute boys were playing lacrosse there, too.
#3 - Little purple (and other colored) flowers peeking up through the earth all through the neighborhood. I was telling a friend today that I can actually smell the earth warming up and beginning to produce new growth.
#4 - My mood is lifting, my horizons are expanding. As usual, perhaps owing to my Amish/Nordic roots, I've been in a bit of a winter funk for some time now. Not dangerously moody. I still get to work on time, eat my greens, put in my gym time, get my homework done, and all of that. But the melancholy lingers. I'm a little off. Extra serious about things, and extra sleepy. Until right about...NOW. Now the fog has lifted, and I'm so full of fidgety energy I usually hit the beach running, and would be happy to bike and play outside all day. (With sufficient SPF, of course.)
Last night's family and friends Scrabble game began with me drawing the exact tiles to spell out "Sartre" and "Nin," which freaked me out a little bit, until I remembered we weren't playing with a Ouija Board, and there was no spiritual foreboding involved in whatever was eventually spelled out.
Want to creep yourself out with a peek at show-biz lookalikes? Some are pretty close, some are waaaaaay off the mark.
Although the fake Nicole Kidman...no.
Whale grammar decoded. When the whales realized their syntax and vocabulary had been decoded, the first thing they said was "That Star Trek movie set in 1986? The one with the whales? Sucked." And then they blew stuff out of their blowholes.
He used to dress more like a person with some sense and restraint*. Then he started in with the boas and the lip gloss. Now he's going for dominatrix boots and pink wings. WINGS. It's like a cocoon bursting forth with a brand new butterfly, except it's an hideous, freakish one that won't stop preening before flashbulbs on red carpets.
The actual, verifiable MySpace of Barron Hilton, the boy version of his older sister Paris Hilton. I have a feeling this kid's just getting warmed up. (That's him on the left, smoking a cigarette estimated to be worth $254 million dollars.) And if you were bored, you could click through the kids on his friends list to get a peek into the psyches of the hot new generation of dull, useless, rich idiots.I am the person who walks down the hall saying hi to everyone even if they i do not know them well. I am the one who is smiling and trying to make other peolpe smile to! :)That's nothing if not a cry for help.
There are alot of good places to party in the world clubs, bars, houses, beachs, and even outside in places you like to hang out. But where is ypur favortie place to hang out because everone is different and if we share our favorite places. We could come up with more places to party or even a better place to party. So, what i want to know is where is the best place to have a party. I think that the best place to have a party is where you feel comfortable and a place where you can have fun and you just can talk and hang out with your friends. Because you know when your friends say when are we going to do this again or do you want to do this again tomorrow or another time, you know that you found or put on a grate party. So, tell people when you put on a party or tell people some good places to have a party because then you will know that it will be a good party and that means the everyone will have a good time and share the good times and good places to have a grate party!!!!!
Aw, bullsh*t.Nearly three-quarters of Americans questioned last week — 74 percent — said they encounter profanity in public frequently or occasionally, according to an Associated Press-Ipsos poll. Two-thirds said they think people swear more than they did 20 years ago. And as for, well, the gold standard of foul words, a healthy 64 percent said they use the F-word — ranging from several times a day (8 percent) to a few times a year (15 percent).(Source: AP)
Now you, too...can look the part of a bitter, disillusioned misanthrope. Or just a kid who loves thick black eyeliner and a general air of doom and histrionic crabbiness.Firstly, the basics: apply sun block every day (including your ears and the back of your neck), drink plenty of water, and try to not to wear head-to-toe PVC or polyester (you *can*, if you really want to, but then you probably shouldn’t complain about being too warm. You brought it on yourself).
Anne Rice answers her amateur critics on Amazon.com.First off, let me say that this is addressed only to some of you, who have posted outrageously negative comments here, and not to all. You are interrogating this text from the wrong perspective. Indeed, you aren't even reading it. You are projecting your own limitations on it. And you are giving a whole new meaning to the words "wide readership." And you have strained my Dickensean principles to the max. I'm justifiably proud of being read by intellectual giants and waitresses in trailer parks,in fact, I love it, but who in the world are you? Now to the book. Allow me to point out: nowhere in this text are you told that this is the last of the chronicles, nowhere are you promised curtain calls or a finale, nowhere are you told there will be a wrap-up of all the earlier material. The text tells you exactly what to expect. And it warns you specifically that if you did not enjoy Memnoch the Devil, you may not enjoy this book.
From livescience, 8 worlds where life might exist. And, if you're feeling extra geeky, a link to the SETI @ Home project, which allows you to use unused processing power on your home computer to analyze data in the search for extraterrestrial intelligence.The idea of looking for proximate protoplasm is old. In the nineteenth century, Mars, Venus, and even the pulverized, dusty crust of the Moon were all considered possible loci for life. Such optimism soured in the early space age, when probes revealed Mars’ dry, ultraviolet-stung surface and Venus’ autoclave temperatures (the Moon had long been out of play). By the 1980s, many scientists believed that the worlds beyond our own were just inanimate balls of rock, whirling silently about an indifferent Sun.
As a friend astutely pointed out, there is something a little ironic about reading a book about how to go from introverted to extroverted, but it still might be a good place to start, if you feel like that's something you need to work on.Think of relationships in terms of what you can give, not in terms of what you can get. If you seek to build new relationships based on mutual giving and receiving, you’ll have no shortage of friends. Identify people with whom you’d like to build a relationship, and start by giving. I’ve found that my geeky knowledge is actually a tremendous strength when it comes to socializing because there are an awful lot of non-geeks who’d like to understand geeky stuff better...
(The now defunct) Radar Magazine's interview with Zach Galifianakis, who was a huge part of the fun in the movie version of Comedians of Comedy, which also starred the always brilliant ("I look like a little lesbian. I know I do.") Patton Oswalt, delightfully off-kilter Maria Bamford, and the awfully tolerant Brian Posehn. (Witness Posehn and Galifianakis in a hotel room late at night after a gig, bored, and a little too experimental with the video camera...it sort of defies verbal description.)You’re given all this attention...and everyone’s vulnerable to it if you’re put up on a pedestal—and soon you start to think, Maybe I am that great. But with comedy you gotta watch it. Because you forget what brought you there in the first place. Once you start getting wealthy, and all that crap, you become very unfunny. Bill Murray and Dave Letterman are the only two older successful comedians who are still hilarious. But they’re fuckin’ crazy. They’re both just still nuts. Which is good.
Argh. I can't sleep. I've had a full day, and I'm tired, but I can't fall asleep. I worked out (twice), wrote a sketch, went to class, hung out with a friend, made some phone calls, took care of some e-mails, and...can't unwind.
This used to happen to me when I was little, too, and usually I'd sneak a book, video game or electronic toy under the covers with me, and try to zonk myself out that way. (Ohhh...parallel. As usual, I'm blogging in bed right now.)
**Crossword puzzle answers that have stumped me. (Oh, New York Times. Why, when I love you so, do you sometimes make me feel inferior?) Not to mention missed Scrabble triple word score opportunities. Seriously, three times on the train today I found myself rethinking the end of Saturday's family 'n' friends Scrabble game, and what words I could have made out of a Z, a C, and a J.
comments about the person I was talking to. I'm not that kind of person, honestly. I would really rather have my own feelings hurt than hurt someone else's. Sometimes I worry that people don't understand that about me, especially people I'm just getting to know. To them (not that they will read this), I offer a Calvin and Hobbes hug.
**I have eaten two bagels over my laptop recently, which have left poppyseeds and sesame seeds jangling about in the keyboard. There's one stuck under the comma key right now, and it's thwarting my usually fluid typing style.
rack their weights after lifting heavy stuff. There are signs all over the place asking politely for people to do this, and sometimes they don't. This morning I went to use some of the shoulder press machines, and they were loaded with those giant 45 pound wheels, which I can't lift, and have to struggle to remove and put back on the rack. Stupidly, I waddled across the gym with them so I could do my weenie-ass press, and mashed my finger in the process. In addition to a swollen and painful finger, I also have a chipped manicure. (But hey, my shoulders are looking nice and manly lately.)
**I worry that my blog is getting too personal (and, in spots like this, too whiny). When I first started publishing this blog, I intended to keep it content-based, and minimally personal. But then, shouldn't it be whatever I want it to be? I started an ill-fated photo blog not long ago and then quickly decided it was too boring, so I pulled it. I have been looking into acquiring and learning animation software so I can expand my comic expressions on the web, so why not let the blog evolve in other ways as well?
Oh...I'm actually getting sleepy now. And I'm just scratching the surface. Maybe the whinging list-making has done the trick. Lucky for you, huh? This way you don't have to read the full list of "stupid things I'm driving myself crazy with."
The Smoking Gun has gotten ahold of a copy Dick Cheney's tour rider. Yup. he's a diva. He doesn't demand white lilies floating in the toilet for crapping purposes (hi, Jennifer Lopez), or a toilet with a brand-new seat (hi, Mary J. Blige), but he's still pretty picky.
Liza Minnelli on Larry King. Her cackle is beyond explanation. (Interesting sidenote - the keywords for the YouTube video are "Liza, Minnelli, Trainwrecks, Gay, Musicals, and Crazy." Poor Liza.)
Sharon Stone on making the upcoming and hotly anticipated (though not for the reasons she'd like) Basic Instinct 2:
Paula Abdul on why she seems whacked out on so many episodes of American Idol, juxtaposed with video of her clearly out of her mind trying to keep it together:
A recent study published in the journal Nature indicates that Wikipedia, the open-source "anyone can edit/contribute" online encyclopedia, is equally as accurate as that old standard, Encyclopedia Britannica.
I always wondered if there was anything in the universe as boring as "Everybody Loves Raymond." Now there's something even more sleep-inducing.Finally, there is an answer to the old question, "What's more boring than watching golf on television?" As the new documentary "95 Miles to Go" reveals, watching Ray Romano watching golf on television is much more boring...In fact, there's very little that Romano does in this behind-the-scenes feature by first-timer Tom Caltabiano that isn't stupefyingly dull. It's no crime for a comedian to be a dud offstage; releasing a movie to prove this isn't the wisest career move.
Mobile has lost its collective mind.
Wow.Zoo officials say he was a gift for Lord Robert Clive of the East India Company, who was instrumental in establishing British colonial rule in India, before he returned to England in 1767.
Long after the other three tortoises died, Addwaita continued to thrive, living in Clive's garden before being moved to the zoo in 1875.
“According to records in the zoo, the age of the giant tortoise, Addwaita, who died on Wednesday, would be 250 years approximately,'' said zoo director Subir Chowdhury.
I wish this were a joke, a way of telling an "isn't Courtney increasingly insane and greedy" tale, but it's for real.
Wherein the fabulous Miss Dunaway bitches about an interviewer asking too many questions about "Mommie Dearest," and demands more mentions of her work with Marlon Brando and Johnny Depp ("where I was brilliant!"). No demands for accolades for "Dunston Checks In?"
Pulp Fiction postcards. Sizzlingly sensationalistic! Send one to someone you love. Beats the pants off that Blue Mountain stuff.
The Second Annual MySpace Stupid Haircut Awards.
Isn't she only in her early 30's? What made her think she needed to give herself a bad brow lift already?
She looked totally fine before. Yikes!
How long before she looks like her mom?
