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I have just sat through one of the most terrifying movie trailers ever!
Which, of course, is a great idea. If you could afford the rights to any TV show not out on DVD and put it out, what show(s) would you release?
Three come to mind immediately; two recent, one classic.
The two recent ones are shows that suffered the jinx of being “after Friends” shows, although one of them technically was after Will & Grace. First is the American adaptation of Coupling, which was just finally starting to gel when NBC pulled the plug after four episodes. When they finally got around to an episode written for the American actors specifically, instead of adapting one of Stephen Moffat’s British scripts, it was hilarious. Unfortunately, that was the last episode aired. Nine episodes were never shown, and I want to see them.
The second is Committed, starring Josh Cooke and Jennifer Finnegan, featuring Tom Poston as the dying clown who lives in Marni’s closet. A show that deserved better than it got. However, I would have released it under its original title, which is the same one it had when sold overseas: “Crazy For You.” (The premise is that two insane people fell in love.)
The classic is a superhero sitcom created by Buck Henry and starring William Daniels and Alice Ghostley. It’s the story of a mild mannered chemistry teacher who discovers the formula that turns him into…Captain Nice!
Your milage may vary. And probably should.
Taken from the blog “Hughes For America”
“The Da Vinci Code” is just a movie. There, I said it. Is that really so hard an idea to grasp? A movie that, in fact, I haven’t yet seen. Nonetheless, “The Da Vinci Code” is just a movie, just like “Road House” and “Cannonball Run II” before it.
It’s a successful film based on a best-selling book, just like “The Firm” or the “Harry Potter” series. It stars the guy from “Bachelor Party”, the girl from “Amelie” and Magneto from “X-Men”. A work of fiction intended to do one thing better than any other: Make money.
That so many people can’t wrap their heads around so simple an idea is a testament to how stupid our society has become. That thousands, maybe millions, consider “The Da Vinci Code” a direct threat to their faith speaks to a paranoia beyond my comprehension. It’s just a movie, folks. Get over yourselves.
Driving to an area bookstore Saturday, I was greeted with the sight of a man hammering signs into the ground on busy street corners. The signs, and I paraphrase, said something like, “I believe in Jesus Christ; Reject The Da Vinci Code”. For now, I’m considering it a coincidence that I spotted another man leaving leaflets under patrons’ windshield wipers at the bookstore that informed us that the Bible had disproved evolution. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that he wasn’t likely to find many converts to so stupid a notion in the parking lot of a bookstore.
Read the rest of the article at the link above. It’s worth it.
“I Hate You, David Copperfield” by Vanilla The Plastic Snowman.
I hate you, David Copperfield
For everything you’ve done
I stole your hat when I was ten
And you were twenty-one
I hate you, David Copperfield
And all you represent
The playing cards, the spinning plates
The blocks of cold cement
Your hands are made of shopping bags
And mine are made of steel
You come to me for money
Like an untrained circus seal
I hate you, David Copperfield
You 1980′s hack
You took away my tulips
And you never gave them back
Your nasal passages are thick
With golden-colored snot
You think you know a magic trick
But really, you do not
I hate you, David Copperfield
You don’t know how to dance
You keep electric hamburgers
From sticking to your pants
You make the little children say
“My meeny miney mo!”
They tremble in their Hoffigans
And wiggle at your show
I hate you, David Copperfield
Charles Dickens knew your game
And used you for a character
Well, really, just your name
I haven’t really read the book
But I can surely tell
He must have reamed you good and then
Made fun of you as well
Your legs are pale and slimy
Your chickens will not lay
I saw you at the counter of
The KFC today
I hate you, David Copperfield
And every trick you do
Your phone, your lights, your motorcars,
Your pompadour, and you
I hate you, David Copperfield
And more I cannot say
Your recent birthday-cake parade
Has swallowed me away
And in this void of purpleness
I’m plotting my escape
And sweating like a fat man
On a Richard Simmons tape
I hate you, David Copperfield
I wish you were a toad
Who wandered out and settled
In the middle of the road
So, in conclusion, Copperfield
My warnings and advice
Are “Sleep with both eyes open”
And then “Wash your panties twice”
The end.
One of our new cats, Ricky, likes Bryan’s computer chair. Very comfy, and I think it reminds him of Bryan.
We’ve been in the process of cleaning out the computer room, in anticipation of moving, and there is now more room next to Bryan’s workspace.
This morning, I watched the cat, very patiently, nudging Bryan’s chair until it was right in the sunlight. THEN and only then he hopped on top of it.
Smart cat. Dangerously smart.
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