Kinetic

I only heard it about Alanis Morisette. It seemed plausible enough.

I don't want to make it seem like I'm offended by this or that anyone else should be. I'm not making a Bill O'Reilly argument. What I'm saying is that it's conceptually flawed because it doesn't recognize that a "flying objects crashing into the city, panic in the streets" sort of setup is a relic; it has actually happened, and in the very city in which this movie depicts its fictional situation as happening, no less. How do you effectively create fake terror when your situation so closely resembles a legitimate historical event--an event that is inherently 100x more terrifying for having actually occured-- not even a decade old?

No, but I can start one.

Sure, but is that what they're doing here? My point is that it's hard for me to accept a movie with the premise of New York City being under siege as escapism when it actually happened just a few years ago. I remember thinking how amusing Independence Day and its images of major American landmarks being destroyed seems in retrospect and how you could never really milk any shock value out of anything like that ever again, but here we have the head of the Statue of Liberty being thrown clear across Manhattan. It just all seems kind of silly.

Various reviews that I've read confirm that the visual references to 9/11 are many and overt. I don't want to seem like I'm part of the No Fun Brigade here, but I wonder how impactful that sort of thing can be in service of a monster movie when everyone still vividly remembers an actual instance of New York being attacked.

You thought what was just Rod Stewart?

I don't know. The idea of things flying into NYC, destroying landmarks, and killing people just seems a little far-fetched to me.

It sounded remarkably similar to various songs on the Jagged Little Pill album. The real issue with the demise of her career was just overexposure, with the nonstop avalanche of singles from her first album. There were also unsettling rumors: the Dave Coulier thing, getting gallons of semen pumped from her stomach, etc.

Milky Czech

They also play in a bit of a weaker division, meaning that a 9-7 or 10-6 season could get them into the playoffs depending on how Seattle and St. Louis do. Juh? Seattle and St. Louis?

I made that very suggestion a month ago. You're a thief.

Milky- You are the girl that I've been dreaming of ever since I was a little girl. Slayer- I don't want the world to see me, cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am. Vitamin X- Nobody knows it. Nobody knows. When you were down, I was your clown. Right from the start, I gave you my heart. Whoa-oh, I gave you my heart. Black Lushus- I can't live if living is without you.

Spaceman Spiff! How could you?

A roommate's cat did this to me repeatedly, with headphones, computer "mice," and video game controllers. I refused to buy a new computer mouse at the time, so I had to learn how to operate my computer with the keyboard only. I hated that fucking cat.

You could have said that at the beginning of the post and saved me a few minutes. Jay Glazer may be an awful writer, but he's got more scoops than Baskin-Robins. Remember when he got ahold of the tape the Patriots had taken of the Jets sideline earlier this season? Glazer just needs an editor.

Agent- This is a difficult choice, not unlike the choice Sophie had to make in this one thing I saw once. I don't remember what it was called. I give Agent the nod here, as he's really gotten inside my head with this lisp thing, to the point where my entire drunken phone conversation with Inc consisted of me complaining about how this asshole was telling everyone I had a lisp. Probably. Venkman- I saw a bit of the "Ghostbusters" movie on Comedy Central today, which was edifying w/r/t this guy's board name. I was previously under the impression that he was an actual doctor. Kamala- A battle of TSM royalty. This one tortured my soul. Slayer- This one hurt, too. I've seen Slayer around more recently. Kinetic- Czech's wonderful endorsement made me weep tears of joy. He's right. I'm great! Vitamin X- I perused a book of supplements today, which was edifying w/r/t to this guy's board name. I was previously under the impression that he was an acutal vitamin. Edwin- What I wouldn't do to be this prick for just one day. Pimp Daddy Al- Giant cyber cock.

They did win 13 games this season. Romo's playoff record is 0-2 at this point, which is where Eli was before this season, although Romo's two postseason losses have at least been respectable contests. The guy knows how to play quarterback and he wins a lot. Let's not get carried away here.

Someone in the crowd: "You are the worst crew I've ever seen." Awesome game so far. Billy Volek!

We couldn't do this Punt, Pass, and Kick horseshit at halftime? Edit: Wow, everyone beat me to that one.

I'm thrilled that My Pal, the Cock Ring is carrying on the legacy of Amy Winehouse avatars.

I want to believe that Indianapolis can beat them, but I think there's about a 75% chance that we're deluding ourselves by thinking that anyone but New England is winning the Super Bowl this year.

Does that count as two votes?

Milky- I agonized over this one, I really did. Ultimately, I had to give Milky the nod for improbably becoming a queer icon (of sorts) on a board full of raging homophobes. Agent- The only guy ballsy enough to call me on my embarassing lisp. Venkman- I somehow only recently discovered the joys of the good Doctor's posts, but I've since made a point of seeking out his daily remedy. And not in a sexual way or anything. KKK- Matt Young is dreadful. King Kamala Classic- A credit to determination. He's a white-hot young prospect. King- I mistakenly neglected to vote for King in the first round. I shan't be making that mistake again, tut tut. Slayer- His aversion to punctuation is an inspiration to us all. Plus, he's funny. Treble- A national treasure, although it should be pointed out that that nation is Canada. Czech- He's all things to all people. Men want to be him, women want to be with him. Kinetic- I have a high opinion of myself. Vitamin X- My TSM Secret Santa. That paperweight is working out really well, bro. El Dandy- I don't care for Bob Barron. Kreese- Just for being him. Edwin- I agonized over this one, too. Edwin has the slight advantage by virtue of his involvement in the sports folder. Cheech- I admire both of these posters. I flipped a coin. Smues- Another coin flip.

I hope this thread has aided you in distinguishing between Matt Young and myself, PujolJunkie.

Was it really fair and square, though? This whole thing stinks to high heaven, if you ask me.