Your Friday (Bollywood) Cinema: My Ratty-Assed Compadre Edition
August 8th, 2008It was between that and “Rock Me Amidala Edition.”
It was between that and “Rock Me Amidala Edition.”
Which is why I think it all broke.
Site’s back up, sorry for the outage. Those responsible have been forced to craft. In EQ2. Over dialup.

I’m actually a little disappointed, having just re-opened my DAoC account a few months ago. I’m sure I could have gone another 3-4 months before losing interest again.
This is just too awesome to wait.
Anyone else think Hannah Montana would be a great Secretary of State?
And really…who hasn’t had this problem? (NSFW for eww.)
Set aside an hour and sixteen minutes, and watch this. You’ll be glad you did.
The first time I saw Subway’s promotion to get a foot-long sandwich for $5, I thought it was the most ridiculous thing I’d seen since…well since the last ridiculous thing I’d seen, which I think might have been me trying to convince myself that I still fit into those jeans I used to fit into. Anyway, what made it so ridiculous (the Subway promotion, not the jeans, which needs no explanation) was that the promotion was a celebration of Jared’s weight loss on a Subway-only diet. Just to be clear here: Subway is celebrating weight loss by selling food in bulk. It’s like celebrating the end of a war by rounding up the POW’s and…um…selling them by the foot for $5 each. Gross.
Then I saw this, and I didn’t feel so bad about my jeans. So the Mayor of Oklahoma City challenged residents to lose a bunch of weight. A key sponsor? Taco Bell. I shit you not. And Taco Bell’s reward for residents hitting the 100,000 lbs lost mark? Free goddamned tacos:
Hey, I’m on vacation all week, so nothing new this week. Have fun!
The short version: PZ Myers, Biologist and angry Atheist, gets angry. Why? Because a student who steals a communion wafer gets death threats from angry Catholics. Student presumably shits pants and returns wafer, prompting Myers to pick up the torch, upping the ante by offering to desecrate a wafer, or—we can only hope—build a 50 foot tall rampaging Jesus Golem.
Terrorist threat level in The Matrix increased to “Whoa.”
Inevitable death threats ensue.
Inept asshat uses wife’s work account to send death threat. Asshat’s wife (who’s all like “wait, wut?”) is promptly fired. Angry Asshat blames everyone except himself.
Baby Jesus weeps and makes a poopie.
Scene.
This response to the “Obama as terrorist fist-jabber” cartoon doesn’t go quite far enough, but it’s a start. I’m firmly in the “it’s satire–inept and unsophisticated satire to be sure, but hey whatevs–get the fuck over it” camp when it comes to the The New Yorker cover, but I wonder how funny McCain supporters would find a satirical drawing of McCain’s cowardice and treachery or (haha!) collaboration with the enemy.