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Barleybowl Diaries
Only after he injured himself escaping from house arrest and fleeing to the U.S. embassy in Beijing.
To be fair, I bet she feels like pooh.
A pretty grizzly precedent.
Bear Mitzvahs.
It’s endorsements like this that have made New Balance the trendsetting fashion footware juggernaut that it is today.
Dudes, this is a living editorial cartoon: that kid is Paul Ryan (R-WI) and he is coming for Granny’s Medicare-supplied hoveround, and the Target is the politics of entitlement spending in the United States, and the woman laughing with the camera is Justice Antonin Scalia. The whole thing just needs big labels to make it work.
“Mrxshumizhing mah prductvtisheesh differnshlll, dzherp!”
“This is the first time we’ve seen a bear on live television!”
“Welllllll, we saw a bear one time, but, you know, he wandered off during commercial. Annnnnnyway, let’s get back to Phil Conners with the 7-day.”
I like where Christopher Nolan is going with his San Diego Chicken biopic.
Diode, cathode, electrode, overload, generator oscillator, get hammered with your childhood idols.
Help bagck Michelle’s USA Tour!
If John Carter takes in $250m at the box office, then Disney gets about 55% of that. Let’s say it cost $250m to make, and let’s say that all of that advertising you saw everywhere for it (how did that QR code get in my Disney Princess Cereal Bowl?) was absolutely free, then Disney will lose $110m. (Disney wrote off $200m, so I guess the advertising wasn’t free.)
But! It’s only a flop because they spent so much to make it. It wasn’t our money they lost. And it didn’t cost us anything more than whatever we paid for our tickets ($0–I snuck in after watching Good Deeds).
J.J. Abrams?
I don’t know if it’s good or bad, but I know I love it so…—Hugh Jackman
Just great. Yet more competition for the treadmills down at the Y.
Mitnick is terrific, and I, too, think this has a real shot at being fun.
“I wasted time doing self-destructive things.” Time I could have spent stapling resumes to headshots; time I could have spent comparing/contrasting myself with that Lohan creature; time I could have spent destroying you and anyone else who might have had the temerity–the temerity!–to get in my way.
STORY
Would you like some coffee? Just the way you like it?
MOM
Yeah, I’d love a coffee. It’ll wake me up.
STORY
Okay.
MOM
You never forget how, do you?
STORY
No. I never forget.
NARRATOR
And as the day wore on, Story thought it was the happiest day of her life. All the problems seemed to have disappeared from her mommy’s mind. There was no Daddy, there was no Smelly Older Brother, there was no grief, there was only Story.
He’s no dummy.
The clip cut off before the end–did he get enough money from the record deal to save the orphanage and pay off Ray’s Music Exchange?
“Sorry about your dog, Mr. Depressive, but apparently he heard the doorbell on the tv and lost his shit for hours. So we had to put him down.”–Depressivetown Police
The sad part is, he might have had enough total votes to get a nom, but they were spread around from Shame to Dangerous Method to (I doubledoubt it) X-Men. Used to be, you could get the nomination for having a great year overall; now it’s restricted to a single performance. And when both movies mount FYC campaigns, bad things can happen.
Holy Shit! Thatsarealbabyinthatcradle!
He should have the audience do the reacting. Just make his point and let ‘em Malibu her off the stage.