Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Kirk and Spock suck. J.J. Abrams, too.

After months of speculation, J.J. Abrams has signed on to direct the next installment of the "Star Trek" feature franchise, sources said late Friday. "Star Trek XI" revolves around a young James T. Kirk and Mr. Spock, chronicling their first meeting at Starfleet Academy and their first space mission. (Hollywood Reporter)

Crap. All of this has been rumored for a long time, but having it confirmed is lousy news for two reasons.

First, there's absolutely no reason to drag the franchise back to the TOS era (that's "the original series," for those of you who don't speak nerd). For the last generation or two of fans, Star Trek is Picard and (to a lesser extent) Sisko and (to a far lesser extent) Janeway, and damn it, we expect to be catered to because we're young. Fuck those older fans. Fuck Kirk. And fuck that guy who Scott Bakula played on Enterprise, whose name I don't remember. Didn't that show effectively prove that moving backwards in an effort to evoke nostalgia is a big mistake?



The only reason they're doing this is because Star Trek: Nemesis bombed, but that had everything to do with it being a bad movie and it being released amid a slew of genre films that ate into its target audience, and nothing to do with people wanting to see Kirk and Spock again. If Paramount didn't want to do another film with Picard and company, they should have just started fresh with a new crew.

The second reason is that Abrams' track record when it comes to classic characters isn't a good one. His vision for Superman would have made Batman and Robin look like the best, most reverent comic book movie ever made. Is there any reason to think he won't decide to "improve" Star Trek as well?

Does this mean I won't go see it opening weekend? Don't be stupid, of course I will. And on the off-chance that the movie is actually good, I'll be the first to admit I was wrong. (About Abrams, anyway. Even it turns out to be the best Trek movie ever made, I won't change my mind about it being a mistake to use the TOS characters.) But I'm not hopeful. The only thing they can do at this point to completely change my mind is cast Samuel L. Jackson as Kirk.

Yeah, that would get me on board.



Tuesday, February 27, 2007

24: 4 P.M.-5 P.M.

Thoughts:

--Are there really sections of the emergency underground White House bunker where you can just stash someone and not have anyone notice? Wouldn't there be cameras, guards and passers-by all over the place? With nuclear bombs floating around, I would think the bunker would be a really popular place for White House staff to hang out.

--I like Morris, and I think Edgar dying in order to free up a desk at CTU was more than a fair trade, but I'm not digging the alcoholic stuff. I want to see sassy, sarcastic, fun Morris, not quiet, tortured, unhappy Morris.

--I find Jack's faith in Logan disturbing. Not to mention, COMPLETELY OUT OF CHARACTER!!! I mean, come on! After the past few years in general, and this day in particular, Jack shouldn't even be capable of trust. Especially for Logan, of all people.

--Reed might really be the lamest villain ever on this show. He's okay with killing the president, but can't bring himself to kill Tom? And not simply due to some twisted sense of morality, but because he honestly believes that once the VP takes over, Tom will happily join Team Coup? If Carson had any brains whatsoever, he would have offed them both.

--Reed's the deputy chief of staff? How did I miss that? So, he's Josh to Tom's Leo? This episode's so dull, now I'm just thinking how much better The West Wing would have been if Leo and Josh had tried to overthrow President Bartlet.

Jack's confirmed kills: 0 (6 for the season)

Jack's Words of Wisdom: "I don't trust you."

Overall grade: D+

Monday, February 26, 2007

Comic of the Week: The Brave and the Bold #1

The Brave and the Bold #1
"Lords of Luck" by Mark Waid & George Perez
Published by DC Comics ($2.99)

Synopsis:

Green Lantern finds a dead body with a gunshot wound floating in orbit around the Earth. Perplexed, he does what every superhero does when he or she is confused about something: call in Batman, who's just found a dead body of his own in the Batcave. The exact same dead body, in fact. And there are 60 more around the world.

A clue leads to Vegas, so the two of them head out there to investigate, only to discover Roulette, aliens, and the Book of Destiny. Oh, and Hal totally pwns Bruce Wayne at blackjack. He even steals Bruce's bitches, which is even more impressive, because no one--and I mean no one--steals Bruce Wayne's bitches.

Comments:

Waid. Perez. The return of a classic title. Those things alone would make this a fanboy's wet dream. Fortunately, we also get an interesting mystery, a few nifty character bits, and some great action sequences. It's nothing especially spectacular, but it has the makings of a solid superhero story, which is about the best you can ask for from DC these days.

My one complaint, based on the preview for the next issue, is that where the previous The Brave and the Bold series was exclusively a Batman team-up book, next month features Green Lantern and (ugh) Supergirl. How about keeping the spotlight on Batman? Part of the fun of the old book was seeing Batman interact with characters he doesn't normally run into. It'd be a shame to see that tossed by the wayside in order to make this DC's answer to Marvel Team Up.

Line of the week:

"Surrender or I will hurt you. Because I don't care what planet you're from, you're not in my league."--Batman

Overall grade: B+

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Reluctantly, my Oscar picks



I didn't want to do an Oscars post, but apparently if you have a pop culture blog, you're required to. Otherwise, The Man comes and shuts you down.

Bearing in mind that I haven't seen the vast majority of the nominated films, I'll do the best I can based on trailers, word of mouth, and my own personal preferences. I've always liked what Entertainment Weekly does, picking both who would will win and who should win, so I'm ripping them off. I'm also adding a Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees pick. For this last one, if I don't have any opinion one way or the other, I'll just go with Hostel, which was one of the best movies of 2006, yet tragically overlooked by the Academy.

Picture

Who will win: Babel
Who should win: The Departed
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Pan's Labyrinth

Actor

Who will win:
Forest Whitaker
Who should win: Forest Whitaker
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Sacha Baron Cohen, Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan

Actress

Who will win: Meryl Streep
Who should win: Helen Mirren
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Eva Green, Casino Royale

Supporting Actor

Who will win: Eddie Murphy
Who should win: Djimon Hounsou
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Greg Kinnear, Little Miss Sunshine

Supporting Actress

Who will win: Jennifer Hudson
Who should win: Cate Blanchett
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Natalie Mendoza, The Descent

Director


Who will win: Martin Scorsese
Who should win: Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Martin Campbell, Casino Royale

Foreign Language Film

Who will win: Pan's Labyrinth
Who should win: Pan's Labyrinth
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Pan's Labyrinth

Adapted Screenplay

Who will win: Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan
Who should win: Children of Men
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: V For Vendetta

Original Screenplay

Who will win: Babel
Who should win: Pan's Labyrinth
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Pan's Labyrinth

Animated Feature Film

Who will win: Cars
Who should win: Cars
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Cars

Art Direction

Who will win: Dreamgirls
Who should win: Pan's Labyrinth
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Pan's Labyrinth

Cinematography

Who will win: The Illusionist
Who should win: The Prestige
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Pan's Labyrinth

Sound Mixing

Who will win: Dreamgirls
Who should win: Flags of Our Fathers
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Hostel

Sound Editing


Who will win: Apocalypto
Who should win: Flags of Our Fathers
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Hostel

Original Score

Who will win: The Queen
Who should win: Flags of Our Fathers
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

Original Song


Who will win: "Listen"; Dreamgirls
Who should win: "Our Town"; Cars
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Something from Hostel

Costume

Who will win: Dreamgirls
Who should win: Dreamgirls
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

Documentary Feature

Who will win: An Inconvenient Truth
Who should win: An Inconvenient Truth
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: An Inconvenient Truth

Documentary (short subject)

Who will win: Rehearsing a Dream
Who should win: Recycled Life
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Hostel

Film Editing

Who will win: Babel
Who should win: Children of Men
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Children of Men

Makeup

Who will win: Pan's Labyrinth
Who should win: Pan's Labyrinth
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Pan's Labyrinth

Animated Short Film

Who will win: No Time for Nuts
Who should win: The Danish Poet
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: The Danish Poet

Live Action Short Film

Who will win: Helmer & Son
Who should win: The Saviour
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Hostel

Visual Effects

Who will win: Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
Who should win: Superman Returns
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Superman Returns

Honorary Award

Who will win: Ennio Morricone
Who should win: Ennio Morricone
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Wes Craven

Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award

Who will win: Sherry Lansing
Who should win: Sherry Lansing
Who would win if I were the master of the universe, and not bound by a crap list of nominees: Hostel

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Quit yer bitchin' about the Verizon Center

Yesterday, the Express ran this poll: "Should Verizon Center upgrades get public funds?"

11% said yes; 89% said no.

I really hope this was a case of people not bothering to get the whole story, and just voting in anger, as they pictured Abe Pollin and Ted Leonsis sitting in their luxury box, drinking Cristal, lighting Cuban cigars with hundred dollar bills, and laughing at the poor, stupid taxpayers whose money the city handed over. Because otherwise, they're just being shortsighted.

In return for $50 million, the city would get a free luxury box in perpetuity (which might mean the end of the tradition of seeing the mayor and his wife on the Kiss Me Cam as they sit court side, but I guess we'll survive), but more importantly, eventual ownership of the Verizon Center.

Let me say that again. Washington, D.C. has the chance to buy a major sports/entertainment arena located dead center in some of the best real estate in the city, for only $50 million.

Yeah, yeah, I know. "But we don't get it until 2047!" you say.

So? Will Chinatown be any less vibrant in 40 years? No, as the area expands, it'll only become busier and more affluent, and Verizon will still be its crown jewel.

Will the Wizards and Capitals still be playing there? Almost certainly. It's not like Pollin or Leonsis or whoever, will find a better location anywhere in the city. I guess they could always decamp to Virginia or Maryland, but as much as team owners love shiny new arenas, I don't see it happening. Given the lousy experiences with the Cap Center and FedEx Field, it's pretty obvious that closer is better.

Plus, consider inflation. $50 million spent now will be...what...$50 billion in 2047? Okay, my math might be a little off, but you get the point. In 40 years, the idea that the city bought the Verizon Center for only $50 million will be absolutely baffling to people in their 20s and 30s. Explaining the deal to them will be like your grandfather rambling on about how in his day, $10 would get you a good steak, season tickets to the Redskins, and a brand new Ford Mustang.

So in short, everyone would win.

Pollin and Leonsis would get much-needed upgrades without having to spend their own money. (And to be blunt, Pollin--maybe Leonsis, too, but definitely Pollin--will be dead by the time the transfer of ownership takes place, so it's not like he's giving up anything.)

The fans would get a nicer stadium.

The city would get a free luxury box. Mayor Fenty would have a new place to entertain out-of-town VIPs, Jack Evans would have a new place to wonder when it'll be his turn to be mayor, and Marion Barry would have a new place to bring impressionable young chippies. And of course, the city would get the Verizon Center for pennies on the 2047 dollar.

Everyone wins. Even the 89% of you who are apparently incapable of seeing the big picture.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

UVA: Lowering your IQ for $17,500 a year

A business student at the University of Virginia learned a hard lesson in risk management on Wednesday.

Hideki Inoue, dressed as a samurai to psyche himself, had a chance to win $17,500 if he had picked the correct briefcase during a class exercise in risk management. He picked the wrong one, and took it in stride.
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The unclaimed money will be used for a similar class experiment next year. (WTOP)

"Experiment"? How is this an experiment? It's Deal or No Deal, for Christ's sake.

This exercise was ostensibly done to "teach students about risk and luck in the world of business." Huh? By having to choose between two briefcases? Yeah, that makes perfect sense, because in real business situations, these students will routinely be asked to gauge the risk in choosing between X and Y, when there are no appreciable differences whatsoever between the two.

"Dan, quick! Should our hedge fund invest in Pepsi or IBM?"
"Well, what are the pros and cons of both?"
"There are none! Both companies are exactly the same in every way!"

Additionally, as Inoue points out, he didn't lose anything by picking incorrectly. Gee, how often does that happen in business? Wouldn't a more accurate simulation be, "Pick the right briefcase, and you get the money. But pick the wrong one, and you're expelled. And possibly blackballed, if we decide to be vindictive."?

As for the luck part of the lesson, once you get past the age of three, do you really need someone to explain the concept of a 50/50 chance?

The guys selling Britney Spears' hair for a million dollars are better businesspeople than these idiots will ever be.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Homeless people say the darnedest things

I was walking down the street this morning, and saw a homeless guy ahead of me, just staring at a poster hanging in the window of a bank. It was your typical generic bank poster: a middle-aged man smiling as he ponders just how much money he's saving. His hands aren't visible in the picture, but appear to be in his lap.

As I passed him, the homeless guy turned to me, looking about about as happy as anyone I've ever seen in my life. "Hey," he said, pointing at the poster and laughing, "doesn't it look like that guy's jerking off?"

"It does," I agreed, and quickened my pace.

When I was across the street, I glanced over my shoulder, but the homeless guy was gone. And I mean gone. In the span of about ten seconds, the dude just disappeared. I looked all around, and there was no sign of him anywhere, and there were no alleys he could have ducked into.

Which left me wondering, unless he actually went into the bank to share his thoughts on the poster with the bank staff, how could a guy just vanish like that?

Was he the homeless Flash? By the time I turned around, was he already in another state?

Was he perhaps just a figment of my imagination, giving voice to some part of my repressed subconscious that thought the man in the poster really did look like he was jerking off?

Was he magic, and disappeared in a puff of smoke the moment I passed him by?

I'll never know. And I'll have to live with that.

24: 3 P.M.-4 P.M.

Thoughts:

--Does Bill actually do anything other than answer his phone? It doesn't seem like it.

--Jack sure likes the "slam the woman against the wall" move, doesn't he? I think he did the same thing to Audrey last year when everyone thought she was a traitor.

--Jesus, Phillip is stupid. If you're going to talk about killing your grandson who's in the next room, maybe you should keep your voice down? Or close the door or go out on the balcony or something? Oh, wait, what do I care? I want Josh to die. Shoot him, Phillip!

--If I ever get an SUV, I'm so installing a rear compartment like Jack's, with automatic weapons, a bulletproof vest, etc. Even if I never use it, I'll just like knowing it's there.

--Of all the unrealistic things that have ever been on this show, Chad Lowe beating someone up ranks near the top. I wonder if he was imagining Peter MacNicol was Hillary Swank in that scene.

--How the fuck could CTU lose Gredenko? They had his address. Why not just aim one of those magic satellites at the house until the team got there?

--Yes! Logan's back! With an evil looking beard! This season just took a huge upswing in quality.

Jack's confirmed kills: 2 (6 for the season)

Jack's Words of Wisdom: "How could I have been so stupid?"

Overall grade: B-

Monday, February 19, 2007

Comic of the Week: Batman #663

Batman #663
"The Clown at Midnight" by Grant Morrison & John Van Fleet
Published by DC Comics ($2.99)

Synopsis:

In a special mostly-prose issue, the Joker, recovering from the gunshot wound to the head he received a few issues ago, decides that the time has come to reinvent himself yet again. And what better way to do that by killing everyone who's ever worked for him in the past? This includes an oblivious Harley Quinn, so as Harley's trying to save the Joker from Batman, Batman's trying to save Harley from the Joker, which means no one is around to save the poor staff at Arkham Asylum, who the Joker picks off one by one.

Comments:

A quick trip around the nerdery that is the Internet reveals a fair amount of hostility towards this issue, and I have no idea why. Maybe it has too many words and not enough pictures for the average geek? I dunno. I really dug it. In fact, it's probably one of the best Joker stories to come out in years.

The idea that the Joker periodically changes his persona isn't anything new. In the past, it's been used to explain why, in the 60s, he was always running around, trying to steal jewelry or kidnap Jerry Lewis or whatever, and now, he mainly just thinks of ways to commit mass murder. But this is the first time it's ever been explored to this degree, and it's also the most ambitious, intense look into the Joker's psyche since The Killing Joke.

The people complaining about Morrison's prose seem to be forgetting that this isn't a tutorial for a creative writing class. Yes, the writing is sometimes overly-dramatic and disjointed, and it's probably by design, as it's a Joker story, for Christ's sake. Get over it, you fucking nerds.

I find the complaints about Van Fleet's Poser-style artwork somewhat more valid, although given how sparse the illustrations are in this issue, it really didn't bother me that much.

Line of the week:

"I know this, Batman...I have a doctorate, and I can KICK YOUR ASS!"--Harley Quinn

Overall grade: A

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Hippies finally discover that sex sells

On any given weekday, there are parts of the city where you can't walk a block without running into an annoying 20-something working for some progressive group, holding a clipboard, and pestering people with crap like, "Do you want to help put a Democrat in the White House?" or "Do you want to stop global warming?" or "Do you want to see the minimum wage raised?"


Like most people, I completely ignore them, either pretending that I can't hear them, or pretending that I'm a Republican, and simply don't give a shit. I once saw a crazy homeless person get into a shouting match with one of these people for some reason, and was surprised when I found myself siding with the homeless person simply on principle.

But over the past couple of weeks, I've noticed something. Some of these groups have started hiring some fairly attractive girls to work the streets. Not, you know, model hot, but definitely progressive activist chick hot.

Granted, this explosion of (relative) hotness is probably just coincidence. But if it is a concentrated effort by liberal groups, it's brilliant. I mean, I'm still not stopping to listen to their pitch or make a donation, but whereas before I would just act like the activists didn't even exist, I'm now finding myself making eye contact with them and smiling as I pass them by, maybe even tossing out a cheerful, "Good luck!" So it figures that the people that were already doing that beforehand are now actually stopping to chat, and opening up their checkbooks, doesn't it? I'd be shocked if there hasn't been a sharp increase in donations.

Who says Democrats never learn?

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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

My stunning disregard for the value of human life



You know, when someone (i.e., me) makes an offhand comment how much they're hoping for snow/sleet/iced over roads in order to get a day off work, don't be the killjoy asshole who tsks-tsks, "You know, whenever there's bad weather, lots of people get into accidents and get hurt or killed."

Yeah, no shit. That fact was blindingly obvious to me when I was a kid, getting up at 5 A.M. to check the TV to see if school was closed, and you know what? I made a conscious decision that I didn't care.

How many weather-related deaths were worth me getting a day off from school? I actually gave this question some serious thought on one such snow day, playing Nintendo in my pajamas at noon instead of being in class, and I seem to remember pegging the number somewhere around 100.

And that was just school. So now that I'm an adult, you can probably imagine how many deaths I think is worth getting a paid day off work. We're talking at least 10,000. At least.

So don't try and guilt me into not wanting horrible road conditions tomorrow. Because A) It won't work, and B) Shhhh, don't tell anyone, but I don't actually have any control over the weather. When I say I hope the roads get so much ice that cars will fly around like hockey pucks, it doesn't have any more force than when I say I hope I win the lottery.

But if I could control the weather, and I could make it so the roads were iced over, would I knowingly sacrifice thousands of lives just so I could get a day off work? Don't be absurd. Of course I would.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

24: 2 P.M.-3 P.M.

Thoughts:

--Ah, Bill, shut the fuck up. Maybe now isn't the best time to tell Jack that he's (seemingly) responsible for his brother's death? He sort of has a lot on his mind at the moment.

--Meh. Too much political conspiracy stuff. Chad Lowe isn't exactly the most convincing villain, either.

--Wouldn't it have made more sense to set the bomb to detonate the moment the door was open? And maybe plant a couple of more of them, so Jack couldn't just jump out a window?

Jack's confirmed kills: 0 (4 for the season)

Jack's Words of Wisdom: "I lost control. I tried to tell you, I didn't think I could do this. This job."

Overall grade: C-

24: 1 P.M.-2 P.M.

Thoughts:

--I've kinda missed bitter, angry, borderline-Asperger's Chloe. It was good to see her make a comeback, however briefly.

--I wonder if Karl Rove ever had days where he started whining about wanting to quit when Bush showed an independent streak and refused to do what Rove wanted...oh, wait, that's never happened.

--God, why is Josh at CTU? Why can't he be like Jack's almost-stepson from last season, and just disappear a few episodes in? Any chance there will be another nerve gas attack at CTU this year?

--In these types of movies/TV shows, why do people always agree to face-to-face meetings with terrorists when conducting business? If I'm McCarthy and I know I have something that Fayed needs, I'm telling him to wire me the money, and he'll get Morris when I know I've been paid. And if he doesn't like it, tough shit.

--That fence CTU is amassing behind doesn't seem like it would provide much cover. Especially if Fayed's apartment is any higher than the first floor.

--Okay, I know this is easy to say from the comfort of my keyboard, but if it came down to being tortured with a drill or helping a terrorist set off four nuclear bombs, killing God knows how many people, I honestly think I could withstand the torture. In other words, Morris is a pussy.

--Wait, why the fuck is Jack disarming this thing? You're telling me CTU raided someplace where they expected to find nuclear bombs, and they didn't bring the most elite bomb squad in the history of the world? Instead, they trust the job to the jet lagged guy who's been running around for hours after not getting any sleep and being tortured for the past two years?

Jack's confirmed kills: 1 (4 for the season)

Jack's Words of Wisdom: "CTU, this is Bauer. We got a problem."

Overall grade: C+

Monday, February 12, 2007

It's almost like Metro wants a foot up its ass

Proposed Metro fare increases have been put on hold at least until an outside consultant completes a review to find other ways to balance the budget, a committee of board members decided yesterday.
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But the fare-increase proposals, as much as $2.10 per ride, triggered furious responses from riders. (Washington Post)

Goddamn right.

I mean, $2.10? A 55% increase? Seriously? That's fucking obscene. Before anyone forks over that kind of money, basic common decency requires that Metro should be forced to open their books so everyone can see how much they're spending on consultants, lunches, "team building exercises" ( i.e., open bar parties), executive bonuses, and other non-critical expenditures.

Alternatively, at $2.10 each way (and that's standard fare, so rush hour would be even higher), here are some measures Metro could institute to justify such a ridiculous fare hike:

--Each passenger gets his or her own reserved seat. (How do you reserve something like 10,000 seats for 500,000 daily riders? I have no idea. Not my problem.)

--Forget this nonsense about letting buskers perform in stations. If I'm paying $4.20 a day to get to and from work, I want to see Radiohead live in Gallery Place. Perhaps tie performances into whether or not permits get issued for concerts. Want to do a show at Verizon or the 9:30 Club? Guess what? You're doing a few sets in Metro stations first.

--Just go ahead and let passengers eat and drink in trains and stations. It would relieve some of the pain of the fare increase, and with the extra revenue Metro would be pulling in, they could hire a few more janitors to take care of the added mess.

(Besides, it's not like people don't do it anyway. I can't remember the last time I've even seen a transit cop on a Metro train. Just last week, I saw a woman take a long pull off a Starbucks cup on a platform right in front of three Metro employees, not one of whom said a word to her. What happened to the days where little kids were busted for eating french fries?)

--Strippers. We might as well use those poles on board the trains for something. And under this plan, if Metro took half of every dollar stuffed into a g-string, not only would they never have to raise fares again, they'd actually be able to lower them.

So think about it, Catoe. Ball's in your court. Because $2.10? Just to maintain the status-quo? Jesus Christ. How can you even look yourself in the mirror?

Friday, February 09, 2007

Meanwhile, the war on terror rages across the pond...

I got a Google hit today from someone in Britain at parliment.uk who did a search for "fat terrorist."


I don't know if this person was looking for info on a known fat terrorist, or the dietary habits of terrorists in general, or what.

But regardless, I recommend British--and indeed, all--airline passengers start profiling accordingly. Apparently, it's not just Middle Eastern people you need to be frightened of. If you see a fat guy on your plane, notify the flight attendant and demand he be taken off. Because you can't be too safe these days.

Five out of five



X-Play
isn't a show I watch that often, because no matter how much I dig Sessler and Webb, video game reviews just bore the hell out of me. But whenever they've taken a break from the usual format and done one of their stunt episodes, the result is usually pretty good. (So good, in fact, that one could say a lot of talent is being wasted on a video game review show, but I guess that's neither here nor there.)

Anyway, the musical episode, which I finally got a chance to watch, is a bit more than pretty good. It's phenomenal. And it was very considerate of G4 to post videos and MP3s of all the songs up on its site.

Check it out. I've been listening to "One Out of Five" on my iPod pretty much non-stop.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

WJLA thwarts evildoers yet again

Remember the good old days, when it was considered daring journalism for local TV stations to send kids into convenience stores to buy cigarettes or beer? And then burst in with cameras to bust the negligent store employee?

Well, it's 2007, and kids aren't smoking or drinking anymore. So WJLA turned its attention to the biggest scourge of all: video games.

With the help of a couple of narcs (one 12, the other 14), an intrepid reporter with crazy hair named Kris Van Cleave, went around to various area stores, praying that at least one of them would sell the kids an M-rated game, chock full of sex or violence or both, and justify his salary. Unfortunately for him, none of the big box stores--Target, Wal-Mart, and Toys "R" Us--fell into his trap.

Van Cleave did discover that you can buy an M-rated game on Toys "R" Us's website using a gift card (which seems a bit outside the parameters of the piece, but whatever), and he breathlessly reported that TRU management assures him that they're looking into ways to make sure kids can't buy mature games online. Don't worry, kids. This will almost certainly be nothing more than a pop-up box asking the customer, "Are you over 18?" Go ahead and lie. No one will know.

Anyway, what about the smaller retailers?

At the FYE in Balston, Van Cleave sent the 12 year-old in to buy the game, then went in and started harassing the guy behind the counter, who repeatedly asked him to leave. You go, Kris! This is what you went to j-school for, dude!


But Van Cleave didn't stop there! He called FYE corporate to ask for a comment! FYE says they're launching an investigation, which in all likelihood, means the clerk is fired. Way to go, Kris! He totally deserves to lose his job for doing something that...well...breaks no laws whatsoever. But hey, who cares, right? Yeah, fuck that guy!

They also pulled the same stunt at someplace named Game Crazy, but their corporate office never got back to Van Cleave with promises of an investigation, so it looks like he may have to settle for only one employee's scalp adorning his belt.

Now, bear in mind, I'm not advocating that kids should be able to buy any game they want. I think the idea of a ratings system is a good one. What annoys me is that A) Selling M-rated games to minors isn't illegal, and it's ridiculous for some self-righteous dick with a microphone to act like it is, and B) There are better ways for investigative reporters to spend their time.

So there you have it. Sleep well, Washington. You know, it's almost like WJLA is the real Justice League of America, making the world a better place one social ill at a time. Your children are safe, because Seven really is on your side.

Unless you're some guy working behind a counter making minimum wage. You, they don't give a shit about. In fact, they're probably actively thinking of ways to fuck you over.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Politico punctuation patrol: Week three

As of last week, The Politico still hadn't fully commited to the idea of using apostrophes. Any change?


Nope. (Also, "beltway" should be capitalized.) What's really amazing is that a little lower down in the exact same ad, there's this:



Come on, at least show some consistency. Either be correct and have it be "nation's" and "Washington's" or embrace ignorance and go with "nations" and Washingtons."

Oh, at one mystery's been solved. I also wondered why The Politico has a price tag of $3.50 when it's ostensibly a free newspaper. Turns out that it's free, but only sometimes. Readers are able to subscribe to the paper for the totally reasonable price of $200 a year.

So if nothing else, the paper is breaking new ground in terms of business models. I don't think we've ever seen the, "Our product is free, but you can pay us if you want," strategy before.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Barry in 2010

D.C. Council member Marion Barry (D-Ward 8) is back in trouble with federal authorities over his income taxes.

Federal prosecutors are seeking to revoke Barry's probation on misdemeanor tax charges because, they say, the former mayor has failed to meet his promises to pay old tax debts and also did not file returns for 2005. (Washington Post)

God, Barry is awesome.

After getting busted for not paying taxes for years, he gets a slap on the wrist so gentle, it can barely be called a slap. More like a caress. At this point, most people would just bend over for The Man, and pay up.

Not Marion Barry, though. Not only did he not bother paying off the back taxes he owes, he didn't even bother filing a return last year. Say what you will about the guy, but you have to admit, that takes stones.

Hey, I know, let's make him mayor again. What do you say, guys? Please?

Look, Fenty's been really fucking boring, what with him spending all his time on things like education and homelessness and crime. How many times has he been arrested since taking office? How many hookers has he been videotaped snorting coke with? I mean, if we wanted freaking Mother Theresa as mayor, we would have voted for Mother Theresa. Am I right or am I right?

A Washington with Marion Barry in charge would be like Disneyworld, Las Vegas, and Narnia, all rolled into one. You know Gavin Newsom? The mayor of San Francisco who banged his friend/campaign manager's wife and then entered rehab for alcoholism? In a Barry Administration, that would be a slow news day.

Yeah, there are all kinds of "practical" reasons why we shouldn't reelect Marion Barry as mayor. But come on. You can't deny it would be fun. And in the end, isn't that what's really important?

24: 12 P.M.-1 P.M.

Thoughts:

--Why...why...did Graem's men bring Jack and his father to a deserted location in order to kill them? Why not just shoot them in the back of the van? Didn't they see Pulp Fiction? You can totally kill someone in a moving vehicle in L.A., and no one will notice.

--The whole Bauer family saga is quickly turning into a bad soap opera. Sure, there are guns and nuclear bombs and torture, but it's still a bad soap opera.

--"Interrogation package"? As far as gentle euphemisms for "torture device," I guess it's not a bad one.

--Jack is hugging his brother while torturing him. This is the greatest family in the world.

--Holy fucking shit. Maybe the best ending to a 24 episode ever. Seriously. Ever.

--Oh, I guess that explains why Graem's goons took them to the middle of nowhere.

Jack's confirmed kills: 1 (3 for the season)

Jack's Words of Wisdom: "You want me to kill you? I'm going to do it my way."

Overall grade: A+

Monday, February 05, 2007

A Redskins fan's post-Super Bowl nightmare

Chicago Bears front office. The day after the Super Bowl.

"Hello?"

"Jerry Angelo? Daniel Snyder."

"Oh, hi, Mr. Snyder. How are you?"

"Please, call me Dan. I'm great. Yourself?"

"Well, you know. We just got back from Miami. It was a pretty rough night."

"Right, right. I thought for sure you guys would pull it out. Everyone here was rooting for you, you know."

"Well, thanks. I really appreciate that."

"No problem. Gotta back the NFC team, right? Anyway, I'll get straight to the point. Rex Grossman. We want him."

"..."

"Jerry?"

"Uh...yeah, I'm here. I'm sorry, I think we have a bad connection. Did you just say you wanted Grossman?"

"Yes."

"As in, you want him to play for the Redskins?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Well, as you probably know, we place a great deal of value on veteran players. In fact, there's an old Vietnam protest sign hanging in my office. You know what it says? It says, 'Fuck the draft.' You know why I have it?"

"Uh..."

"Because the entire concept of the draft fucking sucks, that's why. I mean, why should I pay some idiot 20-year old millions of dollars to get on-the-job training, when I can use trades and free agency to pick up guys who already know how to play the game?"

"..."

"Jerry?"

"Yeah, I'm still here. Well, to be honest, a lot of people with the Bears--myself included--have never really felt that Rex fits in with our style of offense. And after last night..."

"So there's a deal to be made?"

"Possibly. But don't you guys already have Jason Campbell?"

"Yup. And he's great."

"But?"

"But every expert I've spoken to thinks he's two or three years away from being able to take the team to a championship. And I want to win now. So we've decided to make a change and get a quarterback who's proven that he can get his team to the Super Bowl."

"Uh...Dan, with all due respect, that's really--"

"Difficult? Yeah, no kidding, it's difficult! In the past week, we've tried to get Hasselbeck, Roethlisberger, Delhomme, Brady, and McNabb. No dice. I called up Bill Polian this morning to congratulate him on the win, and asked what it would take to get Manning. He just laughed at me and hung up. I thought for sure we could make a deal for Brad Johnson, but he said that it'd be a cold day in hell before he played for the Redskins again. Said that if we traded for him, he'd just retire. Fucking ingrate. You know, if we hadn't traded him seven years ago, he wouldn't have won the Super Bowl with the Bucs. He ought to kiss my feet."

"Uh...okay. So now you want Grossman?"

"Yes. And we're prepared to be generous."

"How generous?"

"Name your price."

"Well, we're always looking to beef up our defense. I don't suppose you'd consider giving up Taylor?"

"Done."

"Seriously? Wow. And I guess we'll need a quarterback to replace Grossman."

"Sure. You want Campbell or Brunell?"

"Campbell."

"I'll throw in Brunell, if you want."

"That's okay. Just Campbell."

"What about Todd Collins?"

"Just Campbell."

"Done. So we have a deal?"

"Heh. Well, if you hate the draft so much, you don't really need that first round pick, do you?"

"Nope. Actually, you'd be doing us a favor, taking that off our hands. Now we can focus all our off-season efforts on free agency."

"Jesus Christ, I was kidding. But...I mean...okay."

"So we have a deal?"

"I--look, are you sure this isn't a joke? Or...you haven't been drinking, have you, Dan? Because if so, I'm not sure any agreement we reach would hold up in--"

"As God as my witness, Jerry, I'm stone cold sober."

"Oh. Well...in that case, yeah, I guess we have a deal."

"Ha! You unbelievable idiot!"

"What?"

"I just snagged a Super Bowl-caliber quarterback, and all we had to give up was Sean Taylor, Jason Campbell, and a first round draft pick. Jerry, you'll be lucky if you don't lose your job over this. And just so you know, I'm recording our conversation, which my lawyers inform me constitutes a verbal contract, so don't even think about backing out."

"Uh...yeah. I have to go, Dan."

"Call me Mr. Snyder."

"Right. I'll get my people working on this. We can announce it next month when the trading period begins."

"Whatever. Hey, Joe! Guess what! We got Grossman! WE GOT GROSSMAN!"

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Super Bowl XLI live blog

6:05--Nice opening with the players' family members. I wonder what it's like to be Peyton Manning's non-NFL quarterback brother. On one hand, yeah, it must be nice to have not one, but two multimillionaire brothers. On the other, I'm sure not a day goes by where someone doesn't ask him why he isn't a stud quarterback.

Oh, and Rex Grossman's sister/cousin/whatever is annoying. Kind of hot, but mostly annoying.

6:13--I still don't get why Tank Johnson was allowed to make the trip, or for that matter, why the Bears allowed him on the field. I'd be incredibly happy if he blows an important play that directly results in the Colts winning the game.

6:17--The NFL Network gets the prize for the first really good commercial of the night (the one Britney Spears got rejected from). It was sort of weird seeing Edgerrin James, though. Like the rest of America, I'd more or less forgotten he even exists. I wonder what he's doing tonight. Aside from sobbing.

6:23--Adam Vinatieri is the only kicker in the NFL would can be a captain in the Super Bowl without prompting snickers. Part of me thinks the Colts did that just to twist the knife in Vanderjagt.

6:27--Even if you're a Colts fan, even if you despise the Bears, how can you not fucking love Devin Hester? That was amazing. I think we'll be seeing squib kicks from Vinatieri for the rest of the night.

6:32--Interception. Not looking good for Manning. "Laser, rocket arm," my ass, Peyton.

6:42--The Bud Light and Doritos commercials sucked. The Blockbuster one sort of made me laugh, even though I hated myself for it. The Sierra Mist beard comb over one was good. I have no idea what Sales Genie is, but apparently it makes you popular with the boss and makes hot, younger coworkers want to fuck you.

6:45--Wilbon and Kornheiser are doing a Super Bowl live blog. Well worth checking out.

6:58--Wow. I'm really surprised that the NFL gave that Snickers commercial the green light. How much do you want to bet that all the usual Republican/Christian suspects will be bitching and moaning about how their children shouldn't be exposed to two men kissing, even if it's done for comedic purposes.

It's weird. I've never actually watched a whole episode of Oprah, nor have I ever been all that impressed by her. But I still got really excited seeing her in the commercial just now. Like, "Holy shit, it's Oprah!!!" excited. The woman has a weird effect on people. I suspect some sort of alien mind control.

7:10--People all over Chicago are praying for Benson's quick return. Because otherwise, Grossman's likely to start throwing more.

7:15--Heh. I'm not sure what's funnier, that some random dude sitting next to David Spade and Patrick Warburton was misidentified as Oliver Hudson, or that only a handful of people across America even caught the mistake.

7:34--What the hell's happened to the Bears defense? They seem asleep out there. The Colts are about to take the lead.

7:42--Not only is the Colts offense clicking now, but the defense is kicking ass. As best I can tell, all the Bears' problems started when Benson was taken off the field. Maybe he's their good luck charm or something. It sure as hell isn't Grossman.

7:51--I wonder if the numerous fumbles in this game will lead to a push for Super Bowls to only be held in domed stadiums. Also, kind of classless for Tilman to run off the field with the ball he stripped and picked up, presumably so it can go in his trophy case or Ebay or Canton or wherever. It's not as bad as whipping out a sharpie, but close.

7:56--I swear to God, don't ask me how, but I knew that Vinatieri was going to miss that kick. That's four easy points that the Colts kicking team have blown.

8:09--I've never been a big Prince fan, but this is actually pretty tight. Thank God the NFL has apparently abandoned the idea of throwing multiple acts up on stage (seriously, if you have Aerosmith, why the fuck do you need Britney Spears?), and just gone with one.

Speaking of Prince, everyone should rent An Evening With Kevin Smith for a really, really hilarious Prince story. Obviously, the dude's nuts, but I don't think anyone knows just how nuts.

8:17--That was the best Super Bowl halftime show in years. And it's times like this that I especially wish that I was insanely rich, because right now, I'd be on the phone with my people saying, "I don't care what it costs, I want that purple guitar." I don't even play the guitar, but I might learn just to play that one. Or if nothing else, hang it up on my wall.

8:33--Did the Bears' defensive coordinator have a heart attack during halftime or something? Between the rushing game and Manning's short passes, the Colts are making them look like idiots.

8:38--I hope the Colts don't need that third time out. If so, whoever it was that told Dungy to throw the challenge flag might as well start looking for a new job tomorrow.

8:43--I hope Coke doesn't get any credit for having the best Super Bowl commercials in tomorrow's post-mortems. There have been three really good ones--the one with the old man, the Grand Theft Auto parody, and the vending machine one--but they've all aired before, so they don't count.

8:47--Jesus, Grossman, man up, will you? If you know you're about to be sacked, don't run backwards and make a bad situation worse. They went from, what, 2nd and 1 to 4th and 20? If you listen carefully, you can hear the chants of "Griese! Griese! Griese!" coming from Chicago.

8:50--Tony Kornheiser is really upset that CareerBuilder.com apparently retired the monkeys in ties, and for what it's worth, so am I.

8:59--I wondered where the next few Super Bowls will be played at, and this cracked me up: "The game will be televised on NBC, which will be their first Super Bowl telecast since Super Bowl XXXII. Assuming that John Madden and Al Michaels are still alive, they will call the game."

I'm sure Michaels will still be around, but there's something really uncomfortable about how excited Madden gets whenever they talk about the signature food (always high fat) they serve at whatever stadium they happen to be in. I give Madden's odds for still being around in 2009 at about 50/50.

9:01--The haters are going to hate no matter what, but the Kevin Federline Nationwide commercial was awesome.

9:12--It's cute that CBS thinks anyone gives a shit about the Pro Bowl.

9:17--Damn. John Warner just got called out during the Super Bowl by a bunch of Iraq vets. And you know he's watching the game, also. That must have been unsettling for him. Good.

9:21--Grossman just lost the game with that interception. The lynch mobs are starting to form in Chicago. Now, does Smith go with Griese for at least a series, or does he leave himself open to attack by sticking with Grossman?

9:28--They just ran a Bud Light commercial with Jay-Z and Don Shula playing holographic football. Did I really just see that, or am I high? Either way, my mind's blown.

9:31--Holy shit, another Grossman interception. I think at this point, even Grossman's parents want to see Griese get put in.

9:44--Apparently, the plan is to not trust Grossman with anything longer than a five yard pass and just hope for the best.

9:47--Barring a miracle, the Colts are going to win. Are they allowed to name Grossman as their MVP?

9:56--You can tell Phil Simms and Jim Nantz are completely bored with the game. They just spent about three minutes talking about how Tony Dungy doesn't ever swear.

9:59--And the Colts win. More importantly, Peyton Manning and Tony Dungy win.

All is right with the universe.

Sunday isn't Super for MTV



What's playing on MTV this afternoon, leading up to the Super Bowl:


Road Rules, Juvies, Dance Life, The Real World, Engaged, Super Sweet 16, True Life, and The Hills.

What isn't:

Anything even remotely Super Bowl-related, even though the last time the game was on CBS, MTV had a huge presence there.

Looks like the NFL is still holding a grudge. Which sucks, because I so wanted to hear Gideon Yago's thoughts on the game.

Super Bowl XLI pick

2-0 last week; 165-101 for the season

Chicago vs. Indianapolis: Indianapolis

Saturday, February 03, 2007

My PS2 calls the Super Bowl



If you don't want to know how the Super Bowl ends, turn back now! Last warning!

Okay, so I played Madden 2007 this morning, Colts vs. Bears at Dolphin Stadium. (I played as the Colts.) And call me crazy, but for a while now, I've thought that my PS2 is psychic. After all, playing in franchise mode as the Redskins last fall, I constantly got my ass kicked, just like the real team did.

I know, I know. Your mind is totally blown. Anyway, here's how the game went:

1st quarter: Bears 3, Colts 0
2nd quarter: Bears 10, Colts 14
3rd quarter: Bears 10, Colts 21
4th quarter: Bears 10, Colts 24

Wow! What a game! So go ahead and bet accordingly, knowing that the Colts will more than cover the spread.

Honestly, I don't really even feel a need to watch the game now, knowing how it all turns out. Maybe I'll just read a book or something.

Friday, February 02, 2007

The Politico is becoming ridiculous. Have a good day.

Subject: RE: Loretta Sanchez story
From: "Josephine Hearn"
Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2007 18:30:08 -0500
To: "Patricia Guadalupe"

You're misunderstanding my point and then ccing my editors. This is becoming ridiculous. Have a good day. (Wonkette)

Heh. Good one, Patricia Guadalupe. In any professional environment, I don't think there's a bigger dick move than just out of the blue, CCing someone's supervisors on an email. But God knows, there isn't a more satisfying one, either. I've done it myself when dealing with a frustrating individual, and it feels awesome.

And Guadalupe was totally right to do so. Hearn demanding attribution like some sort of amateur, and then whining when called on it, makes the whole organization look retarded.

Two more Politico-related things:

1) I still really, really want an explanation as to why the print edition has a price tag of $3.50 when it's a FUCKING FREE NEWSPAPER.

2) Can someone there please fix the box that says, "For the most up to date information, visit us at www.politico.com, the top news destination for the nations political elite"? It should obviously be nation's.



You would think that being the primary advertisement for The Politico that appears all over the paper, someone would have caught the mistake before the first issue ever went to press, let alone, been published for two weeks. Guess not.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

To be an asshole, or not to be?

As usual, the Metro was pretty packed this morning. There was only one seat available; one of the two priority seats in the center of the car for the elderly or handicapped.

The reason it was available was because a blind woman was sitting on the other one, and her seeing-eye dog was stretched out on the floor in front of her, effectively blocking access to the other seat.

Certainly I didn't have a problem with this, and no one else seemed to, either. And I suspect that even if there had been an elderly or handicapped person who needed a seat, someone would have offered up theirs, instead of going through the awkward experience of seeing a blind woman asked to move her dog. So except for having to watch where you stepped so as not to hurt the dog, it was no big deal.

Except for this one guy. He really wanted that seat.

He kept looking at it, then at the dog, then at the really small space between the dog and the seat, and I could see the wheels turning, as he considered whether there was any possible way for him to get to it without stepping on either the dog or the woman. A couple of times, he actually started to step forward, but then reconsidered when he realized there was no way he could fit his foot in the small space between the dog and the seat. So he just stood there, visibly frustrated at his inability to sit.

And the whole time, I just stood next to him, trying to send telepathic encouragements for him to go ahead and do it. Not because I wanted him to have the seat, but because I really wanted to see the looks of sheer disgust on the faces of the other passengers when he went for it, and I'd have a nifty story to write about.

Unfortunately, he realized that either there was no possible way for him to sit down without upsetting the woman and/or her dog, or realized that he was likely to piss everyone by trying. So he just sucked it up and stayed standing. And as a result, the story is only half-nifty, if that. Sorry.

We could all use a Simon



In general, I hate American Idol...except for the initial audition stage.

After it's over, and idiots all across the country start getting a say in who it is that'll torture us with worthless pop songs for the next God knows how many years, I completely lose interest in the show. But this part I love.

And yeah, most of it is seeing the various fame whores, freaks, and fools get shot down by the judges. Every now and then, I'll actually see a singer I like--like the dude last night who said he wanted to make David Hasselhoff cry--and think, "Hey, he's cool. I hope he goes far." But mostly, like a lot of people who watch this show, it's just because I enjoy seeing train wrecks.

Here's the thing, though: you wouldn't think so because of all the tears and histrionics, but the people who get rejected have no idea how lucky they are.

For whatever reason, they've deluded themselves for years into thinking they have a great voice and could--nay, should--be a star. Or they just think the world owes them, and they've decided that becoming a celebrity is fair payment. Then, thankfully, they get a cold dose of reality, Simon-style.

And you know what? It's exactly what they needed to hear. Yes, even when it's phrased cruely. Especially when it's phrased so cruely, it completely shatters their dreams.

Don't get me wrong, dreams are great. Without dreams, there'd be no reason to get up in the morning. But there are dreams and there are "dreams." The former are great. The latter tend to hold you back and keep you from reaching your true potential. I don't feel sad when I see people get rejected on this show. I feel sad when people who get rejected because they can't sing worth shit, look into the camera and dramatically state how they're not going to give up, no matter what. Sigh.

In a perfect world, they'd clone Simon, and everyone could have one. Just feed him and put him in the closet when you're not using him. Every now and then, just take him out and bounce ideas off of him. If it sounds good, he'll tell you so. If he thinks you're a fucking idiot, he'll tell you that, too.

I really think there'd be a lot fewer unhappy, unfulfilled people in the world.

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