|Binro the Heretic|
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|Phil Hartman as Bill McNeil as Mark Russell|
I really can't blame Dick for Hartman's death. I doubt things would have turned out differently if he had not shared his coke with Hartman's wife. That incident happened nearly half a year before she killed her husband then herself.
By all reports, the couple had a long history of problems. You might as well say Hartman is somehow to blame for his own demise given that he kept a gun in the house knowing his wife was batshit crazy.
Andy Dick is just a pathetic addict with mediocre talent. To say that he was somehow responsible for the deaths is to assign significance to him that he certainly does not deserve.
|Curt Schilling Wants Government Bailout |
This is why states shouldn't be allowed to raid other states for jobs, i.e. offering massive incentives to encourage business to relocate to or set up shop in their state.
Most other countries in the civilized world have laws forbidding such practices.
But, you know, America! Freedom! Blah, blah, blah...
|PES - The Deep|
An elegant mix of beauty and horror, just like the real ocean!
I used to work for a company that designed steam heating systems for factories like paper mills & such.
A vital component was a device called the "desuperheater" that prevented this from happening on a large scale. If it didn't function properly, sudden release of the gasses the water had absorbed would result in explosions powerful enough to destroy sections of the factory and kill people.
We had to test all our desuperheaters. The only way to do that was to take them out to a big open field behind the fabrication facility and hook it up to a massive boiler. and miniature steam system. Then, the engineers would heat the water as fast as they could while reading the gauges inside "the duck blind", a three-sided reinforced metal hut located at the edge of the field.
If the desuperheater didn't work, there were parts of the mini steam system designed to be weak so the explosion was controlled.
In the time I worked there, we never had a desuperheater fail, but there had apparently been a lot of trial and error when the company was first starting out.
|Tron: Uprising first episode |
I hope they can maintain this level of quality.
|Real People Intro|
The whole thing was orchestrated by lying attention whore Sylvia Browne.
|Tim Burton makes a cake.|
My birthday is in June. I want a cake like this.
I want mine to be Godzilla-themed, though.
|Suburban 'prepper' food stockpile|
This almost makes me ashamed that we have a small food stockpile for hurricane season. Contrary to popular belief, canned food doesn't have a lengthy shelf life. Most will last only a year, though some stuff is safe after two years. When the season ends, we have to eat our stockpile and/or quickly donate it to food banks. When the next season rolls around, we have to buy all new stuff.
Do these guys do that or are they just hoping this stuff will keep longer?
|Regular Show - Party Tonight Music Video|
My nephews love this show and so do I.
|Jeremy Irons in 'Dungeons and Dragons'|
Maybe it was a stupid beholder?
I mean, there have to be at least a few monsters of every breed that are dumb-asses.
|How to correctly add milk to your tea.|
This is what Tim & Eric have done to our culture.
|Penn's Obama Rant|
In the 1980s, schoolkids had the following message drilled into our heads:
"POT WILL RUIN YOUR LIFE."
We asked, "how?"
"BECAUSE THERE ARE LAWS IN PLACE TO RUIN YOUR LIFE IF YOU GET CAUGHT WITH POT!"
"Why do we need laws that ruin lives?"
"WE NEED THE HARSH LAWS TO DISCOURAGE PEOPLE FROM USING POT!"
"BECAUSE POT WILL RUIN YOUR LIFE!"
Three decades later, this bullshit is still going on.
Also, fuck the haters. I like Penn. I don't agree with everything he says, but I don't have to.
|RealCatholicTV: The 'Bullying' Scam|
Fatherless children don't know if they love the cock or not?
|Jeremy Irons in 'Dungeons and Dragons'|
This was a terrible movie, overall, but Irons made it worth seeing at least once.
|Nothing But Trouble - Dinner Scene|
This movie expertly rode a unicycle along the line dividing comedy and horror...while juggling knives, rubber chickens and a live kitten.
It's one of those movies best watched on a rainy evening after a gloomy overcast day, like "Murder by Death", "Gosford Park" and "Clue".
I noticed the kid doesn't mention how the Nazis killed all those millions of Jews, gays, gypsies and communists partly because they thought it would delight Jesus Christ.
I could easily imagine this punk curb-stopping some poor soul for the crime of not being Fair of hair, blue of eye and pale of skin.
|80's Commercials Vol. 178|
When I was little, we lived in Mobile, Alabama. I loved going to Sambo's restaurant.
Those of you raised in more enlightened times may not know the story of "Little Black Sambo" which had been a popular children's book in the late 19th century. In it, a little boy named Sambo is stalked by tigers. He tries appeasing the tigers by giving them his fine coat, shoes, trousers and umbrella. The treacherous tigers, however, still pursue the boy with the intention of eating him. He runs up a tree and the tigers run in a circle around the base of the tree until they melt into golden butter. The boy collects his clothes and scoops up the butter. He goes home and has pancakes covered in the tiger butter.
Since the book was written by a white European woman living in India, little Sambo was depicted with dark chocolate skin, curly black hair and bright red lips. When the book made it to America, the insensitive stereotypical depiction of the little Indian boy was thought to be an insensitive stereotypical depiction of a little boy of African descent. "Sambo" became a racial slur against blacks. Both the slur and the storybook continued to be commonplace into the 1970s.
Sambo's restaurant chain, which started in the 1950s and was actually named for the (white) owner's nickname, used images from the children's book in the decor. As the civil rights movement of the 1960s and the accompanying ethnic sensitivity gained momentum, the old dark-skinned depictions of Sambo were replaced by a green-eyed pale-skinned child in a white turban, red jacket, blue pants and curly pointed slippers, looking more like a popular western depiction of a genie than anything else. The tigers were still there, though they seemed more intent on eating little Sambo's stack of pancakes than the boy himself.
As a six-year-old kid, I didn't know the history behind the character, even though I had a copy of the book with more ethnically sensitive modern illustrations tucked in with my Little Golden Books at home. I remember animated commercials on TV depicting Sambo running up a tree to protect his precious pancakes from a hungry tiger. The tiger would run around and around in a blur until it turned into the Sambo's logo.
I loved Sambos because the food was good, but also because of the look of the place. It had a big airy googie style interior with huge plate glass windows in the front so lots of natural light poured in. The stools and booths were done in bright tiger orange vinyl and there was shiny chrome everywhere. The walls were decked out in illuminated panels with bright colorful illustrations of Sambo and the tigers. At the checkout, there was a glass case full of Sambos souvenirs. I used to have a plastic tiger coin bank and a little Sambo doll.
Alas, the image change was too late to save the chain. They didn't survive long into the 1980s. While it saddens me a little, I can more than understand the raw feelings that would lead people to shun the restaurant.
Another place I naively loved as a kid was the Colonel Dixie, home of the "Dixie Dog." Their mascot is, I shit you not, a cartoon confederate colonel in a tall broad-brimmed felt hat with a pointed goatee and handlebar mustache. They're still in business. You can look it up on Google Maps and see a street view. I haven't been there since I was nine, even though I visit relatives over that way a few times a year.
|Star Wars: Old Wounds - Darth Maul's revenge|
They should have brought Jango Fett back like this.
They could have had his head hopping around on a robotic bird leg or just had his body running around with a robotic bird leg sticking out of the neck stump.
|Butt plugs in the shape of Republican polling data|
If you ever manage to get the santorum in, it's never coming out.
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