Rhetorical Question of the Day
How come it’s so easy to fix other people’s problems, but so difficult to fix our own?
Category: words mean things (Page 40 of 223)
Last night I dreamt I was living in an old broken-down apartment with someone who looked exactly like Audrey Tatou. The only thing I remember about our living arrangement was, whenever I would want to take a shower, she would run in and jump in the shower just ahead of me.
Which would have been fine, if I had a slightly different roommate. (apologies to Wayne R.)
50% superstition, 50% realism
My prediction: Come February 2005, George W. Bush will still be our President. Where we’ll be is another question.
Lately I’ve sent out so many e-mails to people who haven’t responded, I feel like Tom Hanks in “Cast Away,” throwing notes into the ocean without the bottle.
(I don’t think he did that in the movie, that I remember. But you get my point, right?)
“I just don’t understand opera. Why do they have to sing everything? Why can’t they just say it?”
-Paige Clark (Joely Fisher), Ellen
The Secret Lives of Dentists
I think you probably have to be or have been married to get the full impact of this infidelity drama, starring Campbell Scott and Hope Davis as unhappily married dentists. I have not. But I loved how the conflict between the two was messy and unfocused and elliptical – like it would be between two repressed, unhappy people. It’s funny how “reality” can best be expressed in well-drawn fiction – especially these days, when popular culture seesaws between patently fake “reality shows” and Lifetime movies.
“The difference between fiction and non-fiction is negligible.”
-Paul Harrison, high school English paper
Plus, Hope Davis is one of those people I could happily watch read the phone book. I can’t wait to see “American Splendor.”
Recommended.
“In the wake of Dean’s success, the entire Democratic Dream Team is beginning to sound like Dr. Demento. On the basis of their recent pronouncements, the position of the Democratic Party seems to be that Saddam Hussein did not hit us on 9-11, but Halliburton did.”
-Ann Coulter, scheming psychotic monster. My jaw is absolutely on the floor. (via This Modern World)
My prescription is this: Coulter has to go on every single right-wing talk show on Fox and defend her statement about Saddam Hussein. Then she and Michael Moore should be locked in a county jail interrogation room together for two hours, and the results taped and then broadcast on “Good Morning America.” Then she should be tied to an anthill, covered in honey, for several days. Then thrown in jail.
Yeah, that’s about it.
A truth I’ve recognized about myself
I do not ROCK!!
And I never will.
I’m OK with that.
Lame is Rob
I’ve been listening to my “Les Miserables” soundtrack in the car lately. I have other stuff but I keep coming back to that while I’m driving. Not sure why, other than it’s fun to sing along with (aren’t you glad you’re not a passenger in my car?). I also find that I sing all the Javert parts, and none of the Valjean parts. That one’s easier to understand – the villain is always more interesting than the hero. (Plus he has better lines.)
Reminds me of my favorite news clipping of all time, reprinted in the New Yorker in 1990:
“She stressed the importance of women completing their education and considers an open mind and deep thought essential to raising a family.
Hafen is an enthusiastic reader and claims ‘Lame is Rob’ by Victor Hugo as her favorite book.”
– The Scroll, newspaper of Ricks College, in Rexburg, Idaho.
Great Mark Fiore animation. Go there now.