When the two yuppie couples negotiated a plan where one woman would watch one couple have sex while the other man masturbated in a closet while smelling a pie that was cooling: "Gosh, we're terrific."

For a moment, I thought she was never going to make it in a vampiric, useless industry that treats women like objects and living coathangers.

Of course, there were rallies in every major (and a few minor) cities in America and worldwide.

I'm a huge Jimmy Page fan, and I like the White Stripes and U2, but there is something extremely vanilla and pandering about the lineup. What new ground is this "documentary" actually breaking?

As for the roots of Jimmy Page, I couldn't believe this 1957 skiffle video (with a 13-year-old Page) is on the ol' Youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lx_7do9UR9Y

Major challenge to Arlen Specter: 6 comments.

Arguing with fucking nutcases: 203 comments.

Worse than cats and laser pointers.

I thought Specter was a problem until I caught Nelson and Baucus over the last month. Although I don't know how a non-reactionary Democrat would ever win in Nebraska, I'd sure like to see somebody try, because right now they might as well have an (R) next to their names.

A couple of Senators who sound like cartoon versions of Southern crackers being your lead-in. This should definitely help the GOP in its long-term quest to become a completely irrelevant, regional, political party.

Two million, four hundred and fifty three thousand, eight hundred and thirty-fifth verse, same as the first.

Make these reactionary turds actually carry out one of their stupid threats one of these days, then hold a press conference outside

and without a trace of sarcasm, might I extend my heartfelt thanks that this important issue is being covered in such an august online publication.

Every performance is excellent; D.B. Sweeney's Shoeless Joe should have gotten him a Best Supporting Actor that year. There's an anniversary edition DVD out of it now, with commentary by John Sayles (who played legendary sports-writer Ring Lardner).

That said, Half Nelson was a great movie and I'm looking forward to seeing this. Given the recent scandals involving recruitment of such players (ask the Washington Nationals why they lost their general manager)

Well, I guess that's different. After all, Reverend Goatee was ever-so-civil when he indulging in Holocaust trivialization on the abortion issue.

I hope that we can stop paying inordinate attention to the standard-bearers of reactionary shitheadism. I know it's supposedly earth-shattering news when stupid right-wing bloggers and publications say stupid, borderline-racist things, but perhaps we could turn our attention to the unprecedented scuttling the second Bush Administration has inflicted on the country...?

The Manchurian Candidate, Seconds, or Black Sunday. The view of the blimp rising over the stadium is still one of my favorite cinematic images of all time.

Also, please replace Basic Instinct with one of our fine American 70s political thrillers: Three Days of the Condor, The Parallax View, or even a true story like Day of the Jackal (the Edward Fox, not the Richard Gere, version).

... to roundly ignore the 25-percenters we know are fucking crazy and talking only to themselves, rather than publicize them endlessly. Stupid people are stupid! Crazy people are crazy! Thanks for the fucking newsflash!

Jonathan's: "my 6 championship trophies." Are they on the championship trophy card table you've got set up in your parents' basement? How do you like them apples!

Also, I heard that Kazmir was starting because (a) he's much better on the road than Shields, who is dominant at Tropicana, and (b) apparently Kazmir has some bad blood with the Game 6 umpire who would be behind home plate.

Are like ESPN and the Yankees/Red Sox or Jerry Seinfeld and Superman. Give it a fucking rest and/or cover the douchewad who's on top of the ticket.

Maybe we'll see a legislature that doesn't cotton to heavy-handed shit for once in Alaska.

And there's one thing that stood out: Holy shit, Bloomberg is a prick! What the hell, New York?

You naughty kitten!

At the near-closing of the Proletariat in Houston last September. Just awful. It sounded like 25 different versions of Yes' Five Per Cent for Nothing (or a throwaway King Crimson riff) with shrieking vocals, with all amps turned up way too loud.

BTW, the Simpsons jumped the shark with the Homer's Enemy (Frank Grimes) episode.

Well, we're 14 years past the events; if you think about it, that's about the interval between the events of American Graffiti (1958?) and when the movie came out (1974).

Of course, I'll remember the summer of '94 for the Rockets winning their first championship, Lollapalooza 3 (or 4, I forget) with either Primus or the Beastie Boys, and, of course, drinking lots of OK Cola.

There are at least 7-8 more shocking endings, not least of which is the jump-a-year-ahead at the end of Season 2.

The problem with this season, fine acting aside, is how damned easy everything is. Hey, here's a baseship. Hey, let's rescue Lucy Lawless. Hey, let's kill a Centurion with a couple of bullets (where it took no less than a rocket launcher in the first couple of seasons).

Genuine danger and a sense of society have been replaced with the "Who's the last CYlon" macguffin and other cheap trickery (apologies to Cheap Trick), like the "we have no intercoms on the ship so Starbuck has to run in at the last second to save Tigh from the big shiny airlock button."

... and then there's the tens of thousands of dead or severely wounded American soldiers, millions of dead or displaced Iraqi civilians, hundreds of billions of wasted dollars, plans for permanent bases and indefinite immunity for private contractor thugs. Gee whillikers, Wally, I sure don't know why they don't consider this misshapen imbecile to be a man of peace.

Can take a flying leap