03Sep2008 1900: Palinfreude

I don't think I had anything left to say this week, which is good because I'm laughing way too hard right now. It's not just that it reflects badly on McCain, or that it's another data point on his downward slide from "Republican I can respect" to "neocon tool". I'd still love it if it was candid live-mic remarks on how they make Skittles. Mic oopsies are just entertaining in the highly-scripted television world we live in.

[Florencia Ruiz - Al Fin] is a floaty cotton-candy pop thing. It is hard to find offensive because there is almost nothing to it.

[Russell Brower & The Eminence Symphony Orchestra - Diablo III Overture] is a cocktease. GIVE ME THE GAME CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK.

[Jazmine Sullivan - Need U Bad] is apparently a codependent pop diva in need of remedial spelling lessons and a distinguishing feature of some sort.

02Sep2008 2251: Foam Superiority

Why yes, the Nerf Vulcan EBF-25 is just as ridiculous in person. Edmond already has a deep kitty hate for this beautiful piece of machinery.

And for the lazy people that can't be arsed to visit this site once a week, I have created a Redundant Site Summary. Stick that in your feed reader.

01Sep2008 1521: Labor Day

My friends know how this sort of thing goes. I've been resisting a new bed for years now; my ancient twin-size is damn comfortable and I will not hear arguments to the contrary. But last week my latest pay bonuses came in and I decided to buy a new bed. Last Friday I checked a few web sites to see what kind of bed I want. I went out yesterday to look at a few places with Labor Day sales. And then today I went out, checkbook in hand, to buy a king-size this guy. Look at it! It doesn't have any of the overwrought scrollwork that other traditional beds have, yet is deliciously old-timey.

Just like my car and my condo, once I get it in my head to make a major purchase I find a suitable item within a week. I expect to get a lot of head-shaking over this. They'll look at that picture above, and then try to imagine my current bedroom with a giant king-size in place of the twin, and they'll shake their heads. "Monty," they'll say. And then sigh. "Monty, really?"

The only bad part is that this bed was out of stock (See? Other people like it!) and won't be delivered until mid-to-late October. And I may not be there to receive it until early November.

Until I bought the bed, this post was going to be all about how you shouldn't see Babylon A.D. I realize that if you haven't seen it by now, you probably weren't going to. I just want to make you aware that Children of Men is available on DVD, and you can watch that after five or six beers and get pretty much the same experience. Babylon A.D. tries for the same decaying-world feeling but forgets the script or tension or characters we can pretend to care about. The ending is especially disjointed; I've heard that the studio chopped a ton of footage out. That doesn't excuse the other 75 minutes from being incredibly boring and random.

The previews clued me in to the existence of Transporter 3. It looks like a return to what made the first one so great (hot woman, gruff Statham, ass-kicking) and a day's journey from what made the second one suck (little kid, happy Statham, stupid badguy plot). Between this and Crank 2 -- and fuck you, Crank is awesome -- I think the technology and audience is there for a "Transporter vs Crank" crossover. Statham vs Statham. Unstoppable cocaine-fueled badass vs unstoppable Audi-fueled badass.

Only now he's fueled by electricity or something?