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Explain to him (or her) that, while non-standard, it is perfectly valid to romanize the name “Naruto” as “Nalto”. Their favorite character, actually, is named Nalto Üzmacky, and the girl in his group is named Sacla.
Said anime fan may bleed from their extremities from the effort put forth in their resulting argument. Hilarity!
Headline: “Prominent Orchard Park man charged with beheading his wife”
From the article: “Obviously, this is the worst form of domestic violence possible,” Erie County District Attorney Frank A. Sedita III said today.
I want THIS guy representing me!
I can’t decide if I think this is amusing or not. Nancy Pelosi just rick-rolled. I’m not a fan of Nancy Pelosi (I regard her as the same sort of self-important melodramatic middle aged woman that usually gets her self-esteem from teaching 3rd graders), but honestly, if anyone can still get an image boost from participating in an ancient, played-out meme, it’s a congressional baby boomer. (And yes, I think there’s a 17-year-old page behind this.)
As with most really popular things I hold out on for a long time, like Avatar: The Last Airbender, Harry Potter, Google and autoerotic asphyxiation, I expect Twitter to be fucking amazing.
So I’m on. “Worldofcrap” is my name. Add me. I don’t use GMail socially, so it’s a pain in the ass for me to do it myself.
My favorite cheap/free video program of all time VisualHub, was discontinued by its author today. All download links were removed. This was the easiest, most user-friendly, well-designed video compression program on the planet AND IT’S GONE! ALL GONE!
(SOB)
Even more sad, there is now not a single open-source-based general video compression program in current development on the Mac. And all the ones on WIndows are nigh unusable in comparison.
It’s all very sudden, and makes me wonder if revoltin’ developments are afoot.
I’m a die-hard Obamite.
That said, I have to admit that I just can’t get Sarah Palin off my mind. It’s horrifying. It’s disturbing. It’s oh-so-right. She’s hot. She appeals to my sexy librarian fetish, hardcore. If she ever dressed in a labcoat I’d be done for. With the beehive hair and the up-tight glasses, even the New York Times couldn’t help but notice that she’s clearly the “ugly girl” in the movie the jock falls for after a “makeover” that consists of letting her hair down and putting on contacts and lipstick.
All of this, of course, shoves my inherent male feminist guilt into overdrive. Suddenly I feel creepy because she’s a successful role model of a woman and I quite literally have no use for her other than as eye candy. Her voice is irritating. Her politics are vomit-inducing. Her world knowledge, so far as anyone can tell, is nonexistent. She has absolutely nothing to contribute to the world stage, or perhaps even to dinner party conversation amongst the sort of people I identify with.
But Jesus, if she were only well-educated, secular and studying particle acceleration. Then I’d RESPECT her. AND still have my boner.
The retarded kid is baggage too, come to think of it.
Years ago, when I was around 6 or so, my mother sent in a coupon to get a free Care Bears “Safe ‘n Fun” playset given out by the Adam Walsh Foundation. For those who don’t remember the media circus, Adam Walsh was a kid who got abducted off the street, and after a multi-state search expedition all that was recovered was his head.
And so his foundation sent out these free paper playsets.
I barely remember this part. I might have looked at it for all of thirty seconds before tossing it. However, the set came with a record, featuring the Care Bears cautiously reminding kids not to talk to strangers, and not to let Uncle Bob play Mr. Slippy Fist with them.
For your listening pleasure, I now give you Safe ‘n Fun™ with the Care Bears.
Once upon a time, when the Sevakis clan had a laserdisc player and nobody else in the universe did, we were in a shopping mall and noticed that a Tower Records up in Traverse City, Michigan was closing out their stock. They didn’t have much, but the movies were marked down to only $6.88 each. In today’s world of cheap DVDs at the drug store that doesn’t seem like such an amazing deal, but in those days we were used to paying anywhere from $35-50 on a single movie. Quite a premium, especially considering VHS was around $20, but it was a small price to pay for widescreen movies that looked better, had audio that didn’t crackle, and would never degrade.
So, we took home Mr. Saturday Night, the Billy Crystal vanity project wherein he tried to make the life story of a jerk post-vaudeville Borcht Belt comedian for $6.88 and a few horrible music video discs for $1 each. The music video discs were quickly relabeled and used as joke gifts to my other Laserdisc-wielding friends, but I was 14 or so and we enjoyed Mr. Saturday Night quite a bit. It had its moments, certainly. The disc ended up a permanent member of my LD collection.
Fast forward to today, when I am cleaning out my LD collection. Laserdiscs are big and heavy, and having just acquired a ton of new import Japanese LDs of rare anime, I needed to make room on my single shelf I have dedicated to laserdiscs and records. Many of my laserdiscs have since been replaced with DVDs and, having failed to become a collector’s item in any way, can be safely thrown out.
Anyway, I happened upon Mr. Saturday Night, and not remembering it so well, I popped it in my player. God almighty, what was I thinking? Billy Crystal in the old-person makeup looks like some horrible pulled back shiny robot — Paris Hilton in 40 years. The jokes are labored and painful. This movie makes me want to die.
It got good reviews at the time… Comedies tend to age poorly, and also when we’re young we tend to watch and appreciate everything with hardly a notion as to how terrible it is. I have to wonder which of these applies to Mr. Saturday Night. Funny, I didn’t have this question about Rock ‘n’ Roll High School Forever (with Corey Feldman).

