Edwin MacPhisto

Looks true if you go by the survey; check this AP article. It's linked from a dumpy local paper, but it was the first full-text version that popped up for me. It's based around work by the Committee for the Study of American Electorate. But: So it's still on a rise from the last contested election, even if Gore was a virtual lock. The big numbers - 24% in 1968, for example - sstarted to slack about 30 years ago. The initial interest was extremely high. Why did it wane? So you had 9 underfunded candidates spreading themselves pretty thin across multiple states. Considering all this, I wouldn't put much stock into the news as a sign of the apocalypse/non-caring voter.

Notorious B.I.G. - "Things Done Changed" Wu-Tang Clan - "Bring Da Ruckus" Ghostface Killah - "All That I Got Is You" Outkast - "Spottieotiedopalicious" Jay-Z - Shit. Uh. "Song Cry." Jay-Z preferences change constantly. So does Outkast, but it's almost always something off of Aquemini. Ask me again in a week for utterly different answers.

You are a silly man. We might have gotten another album as good as Unplugged or In Utero, which I would have welcomed. Of all the grunge bands - and all those lumped into the grunge category - Nirvana had one of the best pop sensibilities, even through their more abrasive stuff. That style of music might have stuck around for a while longer, and it might have been better. We'd also probably see Kurt Cobain getting a little chubby (assuming he got off the drugs), which would be weird.

Irredeemable crap like Ulysses? You had me at Blake. Now you must fall off a bridge. Before I try to defend Ulysses from the merciless onslaught, can I get a concession for the more 'natural' works, like Portrait of the Artist, or at least "The Dead"? I know lots of people who hate Ulysses, but everybody loves "The Dead"! Right? ...Right? ::whimper::

A pretentious english major in this or some past life? Taste... my ass... Wait, you're going to unload the skewers on her judgment because she likes William goddamn Blake? I have entered the poetry bizarroverse.

Yeah, that was "7211," which is kinda infamous. It's a weird tribute/screw with the viewers episode that is kinda interesting to see once, just to get the really truly awful feel of 2021's source material, but is brutal during repeats. Thank god for the Wisdom Cube.

Of course it's not all about AIDS, but it was really hooked onto by the gay and already-infected communities as one of few outlets showing that AIDS (or, more broadly, any STD) could seriously fuck up a heterosexual life too. At that point nobody was actually making movies about AIDS, and nobody really gave a shit until And the Band Played On, Magic Johnson, Freddie Mercury, and Philadelphia. The best you got was undercurrents. I was kinda surprised too when someone in my research group mentioned that, but watching over more of the movie last night, I can definitely see the connections. Obviously it's foremost about the affair, but there's a lot of homophobic and paranoid subtext that translates well. The next time I'm making a lurid sex thriller, I'm hoping it speaks to the disenfranchisement of textile workers in the age of mechanization.

When he falls, I shall pick up the gauntlet. Note: if you add pineapple juice to a cup, it doesn't matter what else is in it. Bingo!

What periods of Bowie are you getting obsessed with? If it's lining up with the Kinks, I'm guessing you're thinking sorta Hunky Dory through Aladdin Sane type Bowie. I ask because I love Bowie, but I really have trouble sticking with him for very long. Ziggy Stardust is great. I really like Hunky Dory. And I like the Berlin albums, even if I think the instrumental halves play out more like a Brian Eno training ground than anything Bowie really has his hands on. But when I picked up the 2-disc best of, I felt like I had pretty much everything I could ever want. I think you can pick out 15 or 20 songs of Bowie's and put them up against anything else and still have them come off as being really fucking great, but I get tired listening to more than 30 or 40 minutes from the same period.

That's there too. And I fast-forward-watched most of it. It was actually quite easy to find appropriate scenes - the wrist-slitting blood-smearing and the confession in the law library were pretty solid choices.

Nothing tops the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Gritty, all sorts of fucked up, and incredibly artful, taking itself seriously in a way that few low-budget horror movies do. That it manages to still be scary and demented to all of us who grew up amidst a flood of the gratuitous in horror movies is pretty great. Closest runner-up for me is John Carpenter's remake of The Thing, which has a serious, bizarre spirit that's very much like that of TCM.

If it doesn't pan out and you're looking in the retail/supermarket type area, look to see if there's a Costco in your area. They start at $10/hr and give piles of bonuses, raises, and benefits.

Support Our Troops OH Black Angels OH. Now there's a name.

This is truth. I'd forgotten that. I've also had a lot of people tell me a shot goes well in a cup of black coffee, but I didn't have a whole lot of success with that. Warm cough syrup is not good cough syrup.

It's delicious, and incredibly smooth. Put it in the freezer, pour a nice big double-shot, and gulp. Repeat. You're set. As long as you like licorice, no chaser necessary. Ever. And the bottle is beastly and solid, too. If I were ever in a barfight, I think that's what I'd like to be swinging.

Playa haters time traveling was worth it for the setup alone: "So now, the premise is that they travel through time...and hate on people."

Yeah, but I think what you're missing it that they're telling you not to be worried. You have (or are on your way to, I forget) grad education in economics and a government job - you're not going anywhere for a while. What Ripper seems to be concerned with is that, sure, this will self-correct in a few years, but hey, in the meantime, the potential for upward mobility among economic classes is almost nil - moreso than it usually is. Right now it's preserving an impoverished class. I'm not too stupid to believe that there will never be an impoverished class, but now more than ever (and I'm talking modern era, modern conceptions and allowances for work, please don't come back with the "100 years ago" stuff) it seems that the people on the poverty line are stuck there with very little chance of moving forward. Also, Tyler, you poor boy. I'm guessing you're bald from the hair-tearing at this point.

Between this and Soul Plane, I'm hyped for the summer movie season.

So I wasn't jealous when you told me you were going to see them, but now I sort of am. Fuck you, small man! How big a crowd? If they were so cozy-friendly, I imagine it must have been just a few hundred people.

When a guy who wears extra-crispy on his head bails on you, I think you're pretty well fucked.

Big nay. The singer is quickly moving to the top of my Guys To Punch In The Mouth list. I've heard much worse music, but this is so innocuous, bland, and devoid of camp value that I probably hate it even more.

See, you were smart enough to actually upload a word file. I just cut-n-paste like a dipshit.

Hey, Gene Siskel called it the best movie of the year. He was dying at the time, and it is kinda lame, but, uh, yeah. Go pig. Unsettling sidenote: I haven't seen the original Jaws on TV in over a week. This is an abberation.

I should have worn sandals.

Now, see, as long as it's a decent friend of mine, I'd actually be more likely to give them a ride if they've been on something. I know it's not hard to drive stoned, but I'd rather get somebody who's on something home without them having the chance of a nasty run-in with the 5-0, or, say, a tree. I'm a motherfuckin' cop killa. Uh, ::scoop slam::