I didn't see the original, but based on this little snippet here, it's really not that funny. I'm sure the tie in to Lost was clever, and the coincidence to the headline of 49 dead is unfortunate, but the media and everybody else needs to lighten up.

Seriously.

If the trend continues of the entertainment media pulling the plug on all fiction that somehow corresponds with real life, we'll have stuff my mom would like to see:

Happy people eating cheese sandwiches on a pretty boat watching a sunset.

People die, comedians make us laugh: these are the sad facts of life.

Given, Tourgasm is lame.

We're given these bickering squids who all cater to Cook because gosh, he's such a hero to them for allowing them to tag along on his coat tails. Meanwhile, the antics, like puking in airplane rides, complaining about horses, or just complaining in general, isn't funny.

I think anybody with a video camera could get four fourth graders in a VW van and have a funnier show.

Cook's humor, while it is incredibly safe, munDane, and cooked over the broiler of a four beer buzz and a bong load, is sometimes disturbingly funny. His ability to chew words and make them somehow more is awesome, like the guy who gets run over and kicks his shoes off in a fit of joy.

Or the monkey in the getaway van.

Or the small, mythological beast in the gas tank.

As for topical humorists like Dennis Miller or Bill Maher; yes, they're funny, but they also whine. Whiners sometimes need to shut the hell up.

Dane Cook doesn't whine. He just delivers humorous stories about everyday things that we all see, and he even says things that we probably all have said, but it's in the delivery.

His candle is currently burning brightly, and HBO is catering to the least common denominator, but you can't always have the best show on television, even if you are the best channel on television.

Otherwise, Heather, you rock. Keep on fighting the good fight.

Boy, that truly is gripping stuff.

I especially like just how wordless she is from the absolutely shocking footage.

Casino is the best Bond ever, and the movie's pretty good, too.

Craig is physically ripped, as a killing machine should be. Brosnan played a pretty good Bond, but he was pudgy. Craig presents himself as if he could rip your face off with his bare hands.

GoldenEye was weak and politically correct, trying to bring the mysogynist Bond into the new century. The series made up for it with Tomorrow Never Dies with th e line "You always were a cunning linguist."

Whatever the case, Casino is a damn good movie on its own, and definitely invigorates a sagging franchise. The movie is seriously long, but never feels like it, because each new sequence is more than worth your time.

See it and realize that once you go Blond, you never go back.

It's interesting and fairly shallow that the gist of almost every critic's review is that "300" is homoerotic.

Every time you see some buffed out dude in real life walking the streets you wonder just what the point of all that muscle is. His arms are so cranked he can't even properly hold a cell phone to his head.

So why not have a bunch of crunchy guys with spears kill each other for two hours? Isn't that what the muscles are really for?

As for this movie ushering in a new genre of predominantly CGI visuals—I can only hope. The majority of movies being fed to the public are like fisherman's chum: we're all so hungry for entertainment we'll swallow whatever muck they shovel our way. It's amazing some of these movies even make it to DVD.

"300" and "Sin City" before it were so beautifully rendered they quite literally brought tears to my eyes, and I'm not even gay. Animation and comic book movies are still considered "adolescent" movies, so we must all thank Frank Miller for bringing the "R" along with his vision, because movies can depict realities we can only dream of, and if animation/CGI is incorporated, that dream can get gloriously perverse.

I'd rather sit through ten screenings of "300" than be subjected to another love triangle between Drew Barrymore and actors A and B.

"300" is a work of art. All hail Frank Miller. Hoorah.

I despise the tendency for society to rail against creative media in any form when somebody goes nuts.

The Columbine shooters wore trenchcoats and had guns, much like The Matrix. The Wachowski Brothers imagined a terrifying scenario where many people died by the hands of two karate-chopping individuals and turned it into a gazillion dollar idea that redefined movies. The two shooters at Columbine simply took that same thought and turned it into reality.

Should the Wachowski Brothers be punished? Should The Matrix be destroyed?

Now we have Seung-hui Cho, who from appearances seems to have watched far too many John Woo movies. His creative writing depicts scenes of throwing darts at his enemy's eyes, which is as tame as Rice Crispies compared to Stephen King or any sadistic slasher flick. His teachers did everything they could to alert authorities, but Cho was an uncategory.

Should we ban graphic violence in creative writing? Ban guns? Ban ignorant bureaucrats?

I say a mandatory psyche test to buy a gun to eliminate the nutbags who give guns a bad name.

I'm offended that people would be offended by this cartoon. Why's everybody so sensitive?

Heh. It actually works on several levels. Instead of Bush spouting a loud of shite, he's actually spewing forth his load of Dick.

Keith Knight be knighted, sayeth thy fellow brethren of unpolitically correct humor.