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Comic for Tuesday, May 17th

Posted: 8:52 am, Tuesday, May 17th, 2005
Oh, man, the Gilmore Girls season finale is tonight. I'm so excited. I think Luke and Lorelai are going to get engaged. Luke rules. I may or may not have seen it by tomorrow, though, because 2.0 and I are catching a sneak of Madagascar with CK, so if anyone e-mails me with "OMG! Luke and Lorelai! OMG!!!1!" it'll be trouble. And I'll be pretty disappointed if RAW doesn't have that waiting in my inbox on Wednesday morning.
Yesterday's PVP was pretty damn good.
Doonesbury's Say What is another classic. My head asplode!
"Hey Chris, this is Sgt. Kelt at the Army, man...By federal law you've got an appointment with me at two o'clock this afternoon at Greenpoint mall, OK?...Fail to appear, and, uh, we'll have a warrant. OK? So give me a call back."
-- Army recruiter Sgt. Thomas Kelt, cold-calling to leave a message he later described as a "marketing technique"
Sweet faux-vintage Easter Island poster.
I was trying to find video of the Darth Vader-Burger King standoff ad so I could rail against it, but the best I could do was this Post article about the whoring of Star Wars. Why I feel so strongly about a movie that, let's face it, is designed only to make money, is utterly beyond me. As 2.0 said, "They can mock your god, but not your Star Wars?" She is speaking, of course, of this, which kills me every time I look at where I have it posted in my cube.
Man, that is hilarious. As usual, got that from the Fark forums.
Clarissa Explains It All is coming to DVD. I've never seen the show - no cable for any significant stretch of time in my life - but the dude who played Ferguson was a few years ahead of me at Notre Dame. Also, for some reason, the soon-to-be-nurseiful Skitters decided to dub my dream woman as 'Clarissa' one night in Rome when I must've been bitching about not being able to get any to save my life. I don't know if it was related to the show or not, but, as a result, the female leads in a lot of my short stories tend to be named Clarissa. I'll keep calling the real thing 2.0 in the context of these pages, though.
Having just mentioned that I've never had cable for any appreciable length of time, it may seem odd that I'm going to talk about HBO now, but I am. There's a slick ad on a phone booth near the office for the new (and final) season of Six Feet Under. 2.0 loves the lime green hearse, and I just think that that's a really nice ad. Another phone booth has an ad for HBO's adaptation of Empire Falls, a book by Richard Russo. I loved the book. It was kind of like reading the Gilmore Girls. A small town in Maine, some quirky characters (not nearly as many as in Star's Hollow, but enough to be realistic). Then came the last 100 or so pages, which utterly ruined every single thing about the book for me. It was the most jarring ending I've encountered since the last fifteen minutes of A.I. (not that the first ninety minutes of that film was any great shakes, but the end was so brutal, Penny-Arcade even ripped on it).
I don't understand taking over Man U in this context. You're being burned in effigy and there's talk of sponsor boycotts. The value will be driven down. I guess Glazer's betting on the Brits being too lazy to follow through on it. Frankly, I'd be worried about being beaten to death by hooligans, but I guess he'll never be over there, so there's a small chance of that happening. I thought Murdoch owned the club, anyway.
Gee, all in all, one of my better posts in a while. I'm so busy at work that I can't conceive of ever being done with the pile of crap on my desk, and this is oddly liberating to me. I don't even particularly care that I'm swamped.
bullfrog
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