Paul Gleason 1939–2006
Perhaps one of the best all-time dicks in charge, i.e., The Breakfast Club and Die Hard.
Moment of silence for Paul Gleason.
Vituperative Bloggery
Perhaps one of the best all-time dicks in charge, i.e., The Breakfast Club and Die Hard.
I'm in the Apple store right now on an incredibly lovely black MacBook. Of course, I'm not in the market for a new Mac until there's a Universal Binary of Adobe Creative Suite, but I wanted to see it.
It's not in my nature to link normally to the National Review, but here is some interesting information, albeit not entirely surprising:
And as online betting sites have been on fire with weeks of Idol predictions, I have a post-Idol prediction: Season 5 will have garnered significantly more interest among American voters than November mid-term elections will. Hey, about five times as many votes were cast during Season 4 of American Idol than were cast in the 2000 presidential election. Before anointing Hicks the new American Idol Wednesday night, host Ryan Seacrest announced that 63.4 million votes had been cast in the finale—‘more than any president in the history of our country has received.’Had the government not drafted young men to fight in the Vietnam War and had racists not burned down all of those churches, there wouldn't have been any hippies protesting—only poseur-mods jamming out to Ohio Express.
Moment of Silence for Andrew Martinez, a troubled man, but a champion for flappin' in the breeze.
SInce the folks at Coudal only seemed to like one of my suggestions for their Booking Bands contest, I thought I'd share with you the rest of my submissions:
Nothing makes me happier than to hear our country's plans to construct a big-ass fence. After all, our world has a magnanimous history of building large barriers, all with excellent results.
I like it when the open thread starts slow and soft, then you start hitting it hard and fast.
I just spent almost $300 for Radiohead tickets. Should I be ashamed of myself? Or should I revel in the joy I will soon feel in Orchestra Row G? I'll let you know June 19.
See it as it was meant to be seen: Han shooting first.
If you have nothing to say today, then just stare at eboy's take on New York City. They draw these pixel-by-pixel, y'know.

A Highland man, who claims to have mailed boxes of "cat poop sandwiches" to Lake County courts Monday to protest a small claims case, has locked himself in his home in anticipation of being arrested.
"I'm not coming out of this house," he said.
[…] [Richard] Carroll, who insists he's not violent, said he believes he's making his stand. The six boxes mailed this week contained the excrement, bread and torn up money with some change thrown in, he said.
"They all say I'm crazy, but I'm crazy about my rights," he said.
I haven't written anything for LYRC lately not because I've been busy performing in a play, working a grueling 9-5 job, and trying to keep the Assassins project from imploding. No. I haven't written because I have nothing interesting to write. When you have nothing interesting to say, it's best to keep your yap shut. Anyone who knows me knows that I rarely (if ever) do what's best. Hence, here we go again...
