The Incredibles (2004) Directed by Brad Bird. Stars Craig T. Nelson, Holly Hunter, Samuel L. Jackson, Spencer Fox, Sarah Vowell, Wallace Shawn, and Jason Lee. Five word or less review: “I soooo want an Elastigirl…”
red pills found behind the sofa cushions, diegesis
Anybody know how to resuscitate a middle-aged dolphin who’s washed down two bumps of caffeine-cut special K cut with a six-pack of Mike’s Hard Lemonade? Clearly, mouth-to-mouth is not an option—though I do have a can of pickled beets (sliced) and a half-bottle of hydrogen peroxide I’d be willing to crack open in a pinch…
Man, that Dennis Hopper sure can drink him some whiskey!
Got a Hoosiers DVD I’m looking to divest myself of. Like new. First $5 takes it. Drop a note in the comments section or email me. update: Until the DVD is gone, try to hold off commenting on this post; I don’t want anyone who might be interested in the movie to miss about because they see a comment and assume the DVD has already been claimed. To those of
Scenes from my driveway, continued x 54
Deadbeat neighbor: “Good morning! Happy first day of spring to you!” Me: “Is it spring already? Wow. Where does the time go?” Deadbeat neighbor: “Well, uh… Me: “– That was a rhetorical question.” Deadbeat neighbor: “Oh. Whew! Thank goodness.” Me: Deadbeat neighbor: Me: Deadbeat neighbor: “Er, what’s a rhetorical question again…?” Me: “Skip it. Say, is that my newspaper…?”
The “Were Dirty Harry a crazy leftist” poem
Were Dirty Harry a crazy leftist, that Scorpio fellow who hijacked the school bus would be out on parole now, eating flank steak & renting The Incredibles on DVD.
Saturday interlude
Remember: for every anti-war protester you see today marching in opposition to the introduction of democracy into the middle east, there are literally thousands of people who aren’t quite so totally fucking insane. Enjoy your Saturday, Iraq!
“The yin and yang of intimate interpersonal relationships post, 4” (from the protein wisdom conceptual series)
yin: “For better or worse, remember?” yang: “Sure, I remember. Do you remember how perky your breasts were when I made that promise…?”
“One, two, three, four—don’t listen to us any more…!”
Instapundit offers sound advice to those hand-wringers planning to attend tomorrow’s anti-war protests marking the second anniversary of the start of the Iraqi military campaign. I would only add that those attending might also consider wearing bright red noses and big floppy shoes. And pin one of those liquid-squirting fake flowers to their lapels. Because if you really must protest, you may as well dress the part, right?

Peter Fonda comments on Secretary General Kofi Annan’s call for sweeping institutional reforms at the UN
Fonda: “Back in like, ‘74, I want to say, I kept this cute little Pomeranian stray I found one night eating out of the garbage can at Vilmos Zsigmond’s place up at Big Sur. Named the thing Lucy, even though it was a male dog—but given the cultural milieu, in which even the most rigorously determined of ontological categories were being challenged and deconstructed by a young, sexy, vibrant academic