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More Movie Insults
Last year I posted a video of the greatest movie insults of all time. Here’s more:
Update [ArmedGeek]: Ok, I just had to steal this from Soylent Green (and xkcd).
Defending Your Life
I love that movie. First, I am a HUGE Albert Brooks fan, and second, the premise of the movie just tickles me. After dying, you go to Judgment City to await a trial of sorts, defending the way you lived to see if you “move forward”. Yes, just move forward. It’s a movie about facing your fears on Earth. A really interesting take on Afterlife. And lately, with the passing of a close family friend, I have wondered if I have done enough to defend my life.
Death is a frightening aspect. Some of us do not wish to face it and avoid thinking about it for the most part. Others, especially those who know when their time will come, face up to the end with great dignity. Still, I have known people who live like they are dying, to quote Tim McGraw.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSE8NJHn7ss
I have been afraid sometimes, letting the fear overtake me. And I know that, if I were to pass away and defend my life, I would not move forward. But that is why we have second chances, and why we make plans to do and see and be everything we can before the time comes. I know I’ll never see the Himalayas, or the Great Wall of China. I do know I’ll make it to the Taj Mahal and the Great Pyramids of Giza Plateau.
And I do know, with everything that I am, that for the rest of the life I do have, I won’t be afraid anymore. In fact, with that pronouncement I think people should start being afraid of me!
So, what are y’all’s fears? Grammar? Getting mauled by a bear? Not finding shoes in your size?? 
Who Is John Galt?
By Guest Blogger LC Draco:
For those of us who have read several of Ayn Rand’s books, that is probably her most famous question. If you do not know the question, you are behind the power curve. Hint, read “Atlas Shrugged”. (Yes, it’s a long book, hence the movie, if you notice in the trailer is Part 1.) Those four words convey the thought of those who actually MAKE the country work and grow.
What if those who actually produced anything in our society basically said…”Screw you, Big Government…I am gonna make it happen DESPITE YOU!!”? Or if they said, “Ok, I am taking my ball and going home. Knock yourself out!”
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6W07bFa4TzM
This movie will get creamed by the critics…but I bet hailed by true conservatives and libertarians.
BTW, release date is set for April 15th, and from my research is NOT a coincidence.
“Until and unless you discover that money is the root of all good, you ask for your own destruction. When money ceases to become the means by which men deal with one another, then men become the tools of other men. Blood, whips and guns--or dollars. Take your choice--there is no other.” Ayn Rand Atlas Shrugged.
LC Draco
Zombie Saturday
A discussion of bad zombie movies at the chat yesterday introduced me to a fantabulous film, The Goon:
I. Can’t. Wait. 
I *Heart* Hooters
No, not the kind this blog is famous for displaying every Monday. I meant OWLS. I love them, all kinds and sizes. From the cutest itty bitty I-want-to-keep-it-mom six inch tall Elf Owl to the gigantic takes-humans-in-the-night 33 inch tall Great Gray Owl. Lurve them all!! Admittedly, as far as exotic birds go the Quetzal is my favorite, but who the hell sees that around? Owls are awesome. Who stole the show in The Secret of NIMH? The Great Owl, when he devoured the spider, saving Mrs. Frisby, and when he stepped on the bones of his victims. Awesome scene! And when the dumb kid asks Mr. Owl how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop, it’s the Owl who pwns the kid. Dumbass should have been patient and figured it out for himself, instead of giving the lollipop to the owl. SCORE!! And Harry Potter?? Kid is dumb as rocks trying to be the be-all-and-end-all of the Wizarding World. And who saves his ass? HEDWIG!! His Snow Owl!! Shit, if it weren’t for Hedwig, there wouldn’t be a series of books.
Dear Harry: Hate you. Hate Hogwarts. PS-- I'm taking the wand.
Anyway, why wax poetic about owls, and what the hell does my rambling have to do with anything? Last weekend I was watching a movie called The Fourth Kind, which I thought I was going to like because it starred Milla Jovovich (YUM!!) and Elias Koteas (DOUBLE YUM!!). As y’all know, Milla could have a hunchback and wear a sack and she would still be hawt. Most of you would recognize Elias Koteas as a character actor. I have had a crush on him since he played the skinhead in Some Kind of Wonderful. So, I figured the two in a movie, suspense and scary, should be cool, right? WRONG!!!!! The premise is about these people having the same dreams and experiences each night. And they all see these owls appearing at their windows, every night. Just looking at them. Then come to find out these people are being abducted and molested by aliens, and the owls and the representations of the aliens. WTF, OVER?? The OWLS are the BAD GUYS??? What, Hollywood couldn’t impugn a less noble bird, like a raven? Or a fucking GRACKLE??? Shit, what’s wrong with a buzzard?? And if it had to be a nocturnal bird, why not the nighthawk?? That at least would have been different. But noooooooo…. Hollywood had to ruin everything by making owls be the bad guys terrorizing a bunch of Alaskans. Way to go, Hollywood. Thanks for shitting out yet another depressingly slow movie, and for once again destroying a legend. Next thing you know, they will put out a movie about brokeback owls. GAH!!!!!!!
Eye Candy Saturday
Stolen gratuitously and creatively borrowed from The Asylum.
Honestly, the only thing better than cowboys and aliens is cowboys and ninjas. Oh, wait…
Can it get any better??
Icon of the Week
As some of y’all may know, Barbara Billingsley passed away this weekend. She was best known as Mrs. June Cleaver in the TV show, Leave it to Beaver. She epitomized what motherhood and feminism meant to a whole generation of women, at least until the hippie flower children found LSD. She had class, style, and grace, and I wanted to be June when I grew up. Really! I even begged my mother for a cheap string of dimestore pearls so I could pretend to be her while I washed the dishes.
And so, I present a tribute to Ms. Billingsley:
Bold Talk For A One-Eyed Fat Man
Not sure what to think about this.
Resident Evil: Afterlife
Looks “meh” to me, and I’m not a fan of the recent 3D fad, but I’m gonna watch it anyway.
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