“I’m sad that the image of a blood thirsty 10-pound Jack Russel terrier wasn’t enough, they had to drag a pit-bull into this. Where has the American Media’s journalistic integrity gone? Where has it gone?” cried Cromwell.
Cromwell was last seen curled in a tiny ball on the corner of a futon mattress, waiting for the public to yet again pass judgment on his brethren, even though this time their only involvement was a sentence in an article.
I recently discovered that my long time friend
Adam Corey is a nationally ranked poker pro according to Poker Pages! Way to go Adam Corey, I’ll see you in Vegas next month!
After a long day of dodging skinny European tourists and over weight Americans at the San Diego Zoo (oh yeah we saw animals too), my wife and I ended our evening by watching Futureworld. This movie is amazing! I loved it. I can not say enough good things about it. To be honest my wife, in protest I assume, went to bed with 25 minutes left the film — shame on you wife, this movie was fantastic.
Here is the quick synopsis. Two reporters, Peter Fonda and Blythe Danner, are invited to Delos, a vacation resort full of robots designed to entertain humans. They soon uncover a sinister plot to rule the world and amazing late 70’s sci-fi effects and acting ensues — so amazing I had to file this under Amazing.
The real winner was the Blythe Danner sexy dream sequence featuring Yul Brynner and lots of sheer flowing drapes that screamed dream sequence.
Futureworld was the sequal to Westworld, which I haven’t seen yet. I’m going to dial it up on Netflix and i’m sure I’ll be able to file yet another glowing review under Amazing.
I had a chance to hear an NPR report on Friday about Paul Potts on the British reality TV show
Britain’s Got Talent. Honestly, he puts us to shame. It begs the question: what does America need more? An
effeminate South Asian or a tubby Brit cellphone salesman who can make women cry with the sound of his voice? Um, really? I listened to his rendition of Nessun Dorma and even I considered sleeping with him, of course in a totally non-gay way.