Zombies. Love 'em, hate 'em, just don't let them eat your brains.
How would you fare in a zombie outbreak? We'd all like to think we'd be head-choppin', brain-blastin' heroes like Ash in the "Evil Dead" movies, but would you really rate any higher than "lunch"?
To get an idea of your actual chances for survival, check out the site for Max Brooks, author of "The Zombie Survival Guide" and its companion book "World War Z"(I highly recommend both) and click on the "Calculate Risk" button.
Neurophysiologist Katherine Rankin at the University of California, San Francisco, has recently discovered that sarcasm, which is both positively funny and negatively nasty, plays an important part in human social interaction.
According to Dr. Rankin, if you don't get sarcasm, you probably have some damage to your parahippocampal gyrus which is located in the right brain. People with dementia, or head injuries in that area, often lose the ability to pick up on sarcasm, and so they don’t respond in a socially appropriate ways.
Or perhaps more correctly, certain managers at my work either aren't as evolutionarily developed as myself or have brain damage (a popular opinion among my co-workers).
Did J.K. Rowlings rip off the B-movie "Troll" in creating her Harry Potter character?
Granted the most over-rated writer of the millenial generation has more money than the queen, and a legion of lawyers to boot, so it'll be a no contest bout.
However, according to IMDB.com, this 1986 crap/camp film prominently features characters named Harry Potter Jr. and Sr., and "The hero of this film is a boy named Harry Potter and he is surrounded by a fantasy world of witches, wizards and magic - eleven years before J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter novels swept the publishing world."
Maybe she could settle out of court by selling her golden toilet paper holder and giving the proceeds to the original writer and director.
An Italian man dragged his ex-girlfriend out of a pub in Genoa, shoved her into a car and took her to his home where he made her iron and wash dishes after threatening her on Monday.
The man, who was apparently furious at his ex-girlfriend for leaving him, was arrested on charges of kidnapping, police said.
No smart ass comments on this one, just a lesson for all you women out there.
Macrida Patterson, 52, is suing lingerie-maker Victoria's Secret, claiming she was injured by one of the company's defective thongs.
She claims she was attempting to try on the thong when a decorative metallic piece flew off the garment and struck her in the eye. She further states that the injury caused her permanent corneal damage, and that she had to miss several days of work to get it treated.
Her attorney said the injury will affect Patterson for the rest of her life.
Victoria's Secret requested to examine the underwear that caused the injury, but Patterson's attorney denied the request.
I don't know what's more appalling here--the shoddy workmanship of Victoria's ass flossers, the fact that her attorney "denied" VS's request for evidence examination (that's a clue to her credibility), or that they let people try on thongs . . . Eeewwwwwww!
Various articles today are promoting the release of the "lost" Chicago album "Stone of Sisyphus" from 1993.
It seems that more and more old bands are suddenly releasing "lost" albums.
Exactly how does one lose something like a recording session? Granted, I have T-shirts I haven't worn in years in the bottom drawer of my dresser, but I think I'd remember the location of something like a collaborative creative project.
With global shortages on staples such as grains, wheat, milk, (and even corn, due to the corrupt ethanol and Mid-American corn lobbyists) and prices being driven ever further due to higher oil-driven transportation costs, where will it all lead?
I saw this headline earlier--"California economy boosted by gay marriage bonanza".
The story starts out:
"California's economy is poised for a multi-million-dollar windfall as same-sex marriages get underway here Monday, with the tourist sector eyeing a bonanza as gays and lesbians flock to the state to tie the knot.
Analysts say that a mini-industry will sprout up as California prepares to become the only US state that will allow gays and lesbians from outside the region to get hitched on its soil. Massachusetts, the only other US state to allow same-sex marriage, forbids non-residents from exchanging vows there.
That fact leaves California free to monopolize the same-sex wedding market."
(It continues on and on:)
"Spending by resident same-sex couples on their weddings and by out-of-state couples ... will boost California's economy by over 683.6 million dollars in direct spending over the next three years," the UCLA study reported, adding that the new industry would create around 2,100 new jobs."
(Not quite the cure for the recession we were all hoping for . . .)
"With all its sights and attractions -- and a heritage of tolerance -- gay-friendly Los Angeles will soon be the perfect gay and lesbian wedding destination," Los Angeles tourist office declared on its official website."
(Well, Hooray for Hollywood!)
Does this sound familiar to anyone?
How about Season 16, Episode 10 of "The Simpsons" entitled "There's Something About Marrying"!
You know, the one where Homer makes a lot of fast dough ("Mmmmm, fast dough") for marrying gays, and just about anyone to anything.
Facing mounting pressure since their come-from-behind defeat by the Boston Celtics in Game Four of the NBA finals, Kobe "I am not a rapist" Bryant and the Los Angeles Lakers decided to get some needed practice.
Bryant, yet another basketball media whore and gangsta idol to millions, has been experiencing some trepidation regarding his Bostonian rivals.
After (self-) reporting that he spent much of the past two days reading a Harry Potter book to his daughters, he commented "It was awesome," he said. "He (Harry Potter, boy wizard and another over-exposed product of over-paid publicists) had more problems dealing with Voldemort than what we have dealing with the media and the Celtics."
Although the comparison between the Celtics and Voldemort is strange, the more perplexing notion is that Kobe can read.
Japander:n.,& v.t. 1. a western star who uses his or her fame to make large sums of money in a short time by advertising products in Japan that they would probably never use. ~er (see synecure, prostitute) 2. to make an ass of oneself in Japanese media.
Ever wonder what stars do on their time off of their regular gig? Why soak up big paychecks for Japanese product endorsements, of course!
The Japanese are infaturated with American pop culture, and, unlike here where you actually have to own a particular brand or product you endorse, over there all you silly round eyes have to do is say your lines phonetically and pick up your check on the way back to the airport.
Check out this site for all sorts of fun and lidiculous (I mean ridiculous) celebrity shilling:
I've been away this week, tending to a really nasty summer cold, and dealing with life, work (please note the two are not synonymous), etc.
A couple things to take note of this week:
The International Space Station had its one and only toilet fixed this week. Can you image the travel charges on that one? Hope they didn't have to go back for parts like my guy always does. Remember long car trips with 70's style dads--"Ah, shut up, and just stick it out the window!"
Hillary Clinton is supposed to drop out of the Democratic presidential race tomorrow. Here's a couple little facts about poor little beleaguered Hillary, take from the recent book "I Hate Hillary" by Thomas Williams.
(Before I start, why is it if a democrat has an unflattery book written about them, with any sort of style and wit, it is thrown in the "Humor" section of the bookstore, while anything about Republicans is automatically considered hard-hitting journalism, and assigned the "Politics & Govt." section, or a featured sales table?)
Anyway, we all know about Hillary's claims of being under gunfire when she visited Bosnia--although video showed that to not only be untrue, but showed a little girl greeting her with flowers.
She also claimed Chelsea (who I would say has a face like a cocker spaniel, only at the risk of insulting cocker spaniels) was in danger on 9/11, because she was jogging in the area of the Twin Towers at the time. Chelsea herself blew (no pun intended, Bill) the story, when she admitted waking up late in her apartment on the other side of the city.
Also, when Hillary met Sir Edmund Hillary, the legendary scaler of Mt. Everest, she tried to impress him by telling him that he was one of her parents' heroes, and they even named her after him. For the record, the witch was born in 1949. Sir Edmund made his record climb of Everest in 1953.
More Bitch News: "Sex and the City: the Movie" made more than Indiana Jones in its first week. Ooohhh, giggle, giggle! You go girls! By the way, this piece of crap made about $47.5 million in its opening week, and only because every girlie-girl and gayly-gay was encourage by the press to go see it.
Indiana Jones still made $46 million, in that, it's second weekend, after making about $180 million domestic and $175 international in its opening weekend.
On a personal note, I'm just glad neither movie used the slogan "Let's Whip It Out, Again!"