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Monthly Archives: February 2004

Tapa tai!

“Don’t think of this as a black show. Don’t write ‘Blackety Black Santa In The Ghetto’ type of shit.” He told me, “Take your Conan quirky stuff and do the exact same thing here, because nobody in black comedy is doing that. Black audiences are being fed the same gangsta horseshit comedy, show after show.” — Chris Rock on Pootie Tang, as reported by Louis CK

Our Princess Is In The Ivory Tower

is what they would have titled the article, if the newspaper-reading audience of the US was even mininally 133t. but it’s not.

Not Tonight, Dear, I’m On Fire

THOUSANDS DIE FILM AT 11

Detritus: The Homefront

Butt in the air, hands on the keyboard, chickens in the shed.

Boxing Day? No, Valentine’s Day!

Better than the one about Mrs. O’Leary’s cow, but not as good as the one about mummies and classical jazz.

Attention cowboy journalists:

HEY KIDS! BRUSH YOUR TEETH AND BOMB THE PENTAGON!

I like coloring books.

Especially coloring books developed by the CIA!

Cinema Chocobo

I just finished analyzing screenshots from Final Fantasy VIII for a class I’m taking.

When Teachers Try To Be Cool, What’s The Worst That Can Happen?

“One of the important signs of our Lord Jesus’ presence is the development of nuclear bombs that have the capability of annihilating all life upon earth many times over… Such bombs were dropped on the Japanese cities, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, in 1945, and were influential in bringing an end to World War II.”