I may well be the last human being in North America to see The Dark Knight. It's strange, because it's a movie I've been looking forward to since the credits started rolling on Batman Begins. But somewhere between huge, surging, sweaty opening weekend masses and my usual apathy towards, well, everything, I almost forgot the movie even existed.It's a wonderful film, at least in part because it occludes the very subject it's allegedly about. Was Batman even in this movie? I mean, other than as a some dude hang-gliding through the city and catching bad guys? Even Michael Caine's Alfred seemed a more solid, real presence in the film. Full story...
I just found an article discussing a book of presidential doodles (Reagan: hearts with "NDR + RR" inscribed in them.
There's an excellent historical essay up on Slate about the obnoxious, self-congratulatory tone the media has taken regarding the election of a black president.
I know, I know, I didn't blog about the election at all! That's because I'm still bitter CNN didn't turn me into a hologram.
Richard Trenton Chase was the Vampire of Sacramento, a serial killer who put human and animal blood and viscera into his blender to make a delicious smoothie intended both to stop his heart from shrinking to an infinitely small size and to re-energize his blood, which was turning to powder.
Ummm . . . what the fuck is up with the title to my most recent post?
I'm always delighted by listening to Lyndon Johnson's secretly recorded telephone conversations, mostly because I find LBJ such a fascinating, engaging, funny, depressing sort of guy, but also because it's almost invariably true that at some point either the President or his interlocutor will say something mean about somebody else.
I know this is hardly news, but I have to say that I'm delighted by the latest sex scandal to befall the beleaguered voters of the Sixteenth Florida Congressional District.
As most of you probably know, I'm addicted to Wikipedia. I can spend hours hopping from link to link.
This year's Nobel laureate is Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio of France, an "author of new departures, poetic adventure and sensual ecstasy, explorer of a humanity beyond and below the reigning civilization.
Listen, I happen to like Governor Palin. Sure, her interviews were embarrassing. But I blame that on some poor, Professor Higgins-inspired strategy devised by McCain's operatives than on Palin.
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