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| *Spoiler Alert!*: Don't read if you plan on seeing the movie.
Complaints:
-At the beginning of the movie while the plane connected to the rocket is plummeting to earth, how can Lois Lane stay so calm and conscious with no oxygen while countless passengers, with oxygen, struggle? If The Simpsons have taught me anything, it's that when you are flying in zero gravity with no oxygen, your head will explode.
-While I understand that Superman has needs, how is it possible that he fathered a child? This scene from Mallrats ran through my head continuously:
"It's impossible, Lois could never have Superman's baby. Do you think
her fallopian tubes could handle the sperm? I gurantee you he blows a
load like a shotgun right through her back. What about her womb? Do you
think it's strong enough to carry her child? He's an alien, for christ sake. His Kyrptonian biological makeup is
enhanced by earth's yellow sun. If Lois gets a tan the kid could kick
right through her stomach. Only someone like Wonder Woman has a strong
enough uterus to carry his kid. The only way he could bang regular
chicks is with a kryptonite condom. That would kill him!"
-Parker Posey's character. Is she supposed to represent the link between the previous Superman movies and the current? Her 50's get-up just confused me, and the fact that she could love a bald man. That's just wrong.
Highlights:
- Brandon Routh. DAMN! I would let his kid kick through my womb any day!
- The music: use of various percussion instruments, such as bongo drums, to accentuate the rapid progression of the plot. Very refreshing. Also, as Jackie pointed out, when Superman is lifting the Kryptonite Kingdom (also from Jackie) out of the sea, the layering of men's voices singing "Ooo's" was super-dramatic.
Overall rating: A- or B+
Definetly worth seeing in the theatre, rent-worthy, and ultra-close to buy-worthy. I'd enjoy it as a gift someday.
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| At work, I get to listen to my iPod all day, and although it makes the time go by quicker, I can only listen to my songs on shuffle so many times before I start throwing books around. Anyone know of any good or possibly great free podcasts I can download?
My list so far:
NPR Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me
NPR Most E-mailed Stories of the Day
NPR Driveway Moments
NPR Pop Culture
World Soccer Daily
1 episode of TV Guide Talk
I've burned through all of the Wait Wait and Pop Culture already. I prefer podcasts that are a bit longer, usually around 30-60 minutes each. I'm open to any topic - just make sure you've listened to it before, or at least heard good things from people.
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| So I've finally made the decision to sell my beautiful bass guitar and it's accompanying amp. I've posted an ad on craigslist.org:
http://minneapolis.craigslist.org/msg/165640191.html
If you are interested let me know! It would be nice to sell it to a good home.
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| The following is a real conversation between myself and Allison.
The original text, without the selected omissions, is decidedly funnier.
allie76825: angela asked me to go hutch and go to a buffalo feed on saturday
jules7932: HA HA
jules7932: that was supposed to be in the Nelson voice from the simpsons
allie76825: COME WITH ME!!!!
jules7932: what time saturday?
allie76825: like 3:30
jules7932: til when?
allie76825: i dont know
jules7932: i'm seriously considering it
allie76825: till i feel like dying
jules7932: what happens at it?
allie76825: DOOOOOOOOOOOO IT
allie76825: you eat buffalo
jules7932: what? really?
allie76825: yes
allie76825: corn on the cob
allie76825: and all kinds of good stuff
jules7932: when you said "buffalo feed" i thought you meant we sit around in an arena and throw food to live buffalo
allie76825: hahahahahha
jules7932: wow, i'm a moron
allie76825: that almost would have been better
jules7932: or just creative
allie76825: youre silly
The full text is definetly, and without a doubt, going in either my memoirs or
the mock documentary of my life, whenever either should be made.
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| The time has come, my friends, where I model an array of sweatpants to
accomodate my growing belly due to my one-day-a-year need to try and
eat my weight in stuffing coated with gravy. What could be better for
you then simple carbohydrates soaked in melted lard, followed by more
fatty pumpkin pie carbs drenched in pure whipped fat?
I'll leave you with that image. Enjoy stuffing your face Thursday because come Friday, you'll be regretting every last bite.
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