Yeah, right.  And I want a house in Newport so that I can take Katie Holmes for naked wheelbarrow rides on the beach, then prop her up against a pier support and bang her through the surf like a randy walrus trying to crack open an oyster.  Take a number, losers.

Cho: “So I’m reading the Bible the other day—not for spirtual guidance, mind you, just looking for tips on how to cook goat, because I get tired of broiling it with a little barbecue sauce, to be honest—when I come across this passage about a burning bush.  A burning bush!  And then it hits me:  if God is willing to burn a Bush, maybe I should go find myself some

From the AP: British and American newspapers published photos Friday showing an imprisoned Saddam Hussein clad only in his underwear and washing his laundry, prompting an angry U.S. military to launch an investigation and the Red Cross to say the pictures may violate the Geneva Conventions. Britain’s The Sun and the New York Post said the photos were provided by a U.S. military official they did not identify. The photos

Star Wars: An exercise in literary explication, courtesy Bill the Pundit Guy (The Jedi Council as traditional Catholic Church), Dean Esmay (original trilogy as collection of archetypal signifiers that lend themselves to endless allegorical attachments), and Nick Gillespie (medieval Knight-errant tale, ala Gawain). All very interesting. Personally, I’ve always seen Lucas’s sweeping intergallactic epic as a thinly-veiled wish-fulfillment narrative penned by a soft-spoken dork, with Lucas as Luke, and the