hungry children movie (noun)
A movie where, when you first see the preview or even just hear the premise, say to yourself, “Hungry children could have been fed with the millions of dollars it took to make that trash.” (see Bubble Boy)
Back from the beyond
hungry children movie (noun)
A movie where, when you first see the preview or even just hear the premise, say to yourself, “Hungry children could have been fed with the millions of dollars it took to make that trash.” (see Bubble Boy)
The mother of a real bubble boy is protesting the movie “Bubble Boy.” Have we really lost control to that degree? (Of course, as usual, she hasn’t seen the movie she’s protesting.) I’m sure someone who superglued his hand to his naughty bits is just about ready to come forward and vehemently protest how his predicament was mishandled in “American Pie 2.”
A columnist for the New York Press wrote a better commentary on this than I could. But trust me, I have the gut feeling that there are a lot more valid reasons to picket “Bubble Boy” than its depiction of the immune suppressed.

So they tore down a stupid ugly billboard holder on the side of one of the old storefronts in my neighborhood recently, revealing this urban art gem. I hope they don’t put up another stupid billboard.
Top Ten Blog! is a Blog of Note on Blogger today. Wow. I’m honored to be even peripherally involved with a Blog of Note. Thanks to Haidi for this great idea.
Looking through some files prompted by the previous post, I found I did take a rather nice Arthur-esque shot at a benefit event I was shooting for a friend:

I like it, anyway.
Fredshead uses a Canon G1.
I use a Canon G1.
I have a lot to learn.
That splash page image alone knocked me out. And inside is a gorgeous photoblog (refresh the blog page to get a different header). To top it off, he’s an excellent web designer. I’m so jealous, I’m having chest pains. (via Hunkabutta)
I haven’t been taking many photos lately. Bored, hot, and busy with client work that isn’t really getting me anywhere. I said to a friend recently, being a freelancer would be the best job in the world, if it weren’t for the damn clients. (If any clients are reading this, I don’t mean you.)
Learning about molestation in South Park:
Cartman: There’s good touch, and bad touch.
Kyle: What’s bad touch?
Cartman: Something about a swimsuit or something. I don’t really remember.
The Simpsons is truly one of the finest shows ever on television. Some would say this is a dubious achievement, but few would argue the point. The sad thing is, the last two seasons or so have, not to put too fine a point on it, sucked. I think the “Jump the Shark” moment was the stupid and unfunny death of Maude Flanders. These days, a Simpsons episode seems to resemble nothing so much as a psychotically random jumble of situations and marginally funny lines. If there was any doubt, this look at the upcoming season should turn the stomach of any true fan. Parodies of “Erin Brockovich” and “Harry Potter”? How the mighty have fallen.
Hens love roosters
Geese love ganders
Everyone else
loves Ned Flanders!
Did I mention my new favorite weblog, Xkot.net? Xkot (pronounced “Scott”) finds some great links, and has an engaging writing style. He also has a message board with an impressive amount of activity. Not to mention, he likes my site, which further shows his good taste.
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