“Obviously thou art not a golfer.”
The internet coughs up some funny. I am only through act one, scene one. I can’t wait for the Irish monk, Brother Seamus.
Chown
Funny article about Red Sox fans finding Anaheim standium unfriendly.
Cry me a river.
That’s what happens when you think RedSox Nation extends anywhere you’re at. Fuck those Red Sux fans. That how it should be. Now, if only the Orioles (and their fans) could do this I would be happy.
“Flash is kind of useless if the content is unviewable.”
This is why the new smartphones don’t allow Flash. The user experience is the suck. I wonder what happened to his battery life just then.
S E A R C H T E R M
schools in manila with zettai ryouiki: the greatest search term to land on BrowserMetrics.
It makes me smile.
MVP Rookie of the Year
Matty Weit Weit does it all!
Drag Me To Hell
I went to see Drag Me To Hell Saturday night by myself, because all my
friends were previously engaged. As it was, I sat in a half-filled
theatre next to an african-american lady laughing at all the frights
being displayed on screen. Laughing? Yes, because Drag Me To Hell was written and directed by Sam
Raimi, who, before he made Spiderman, was renowned as a schlock-horror
meastro with his Evil Dead series. Drag Me To Hell is a return to form.
Now my laughter was the type of laughing I do when faced of some
frights. I cringed at the scares — the evil face showing up, the cat
jumping into frame, etc. I averted my eyes from watching the gore. I
blurred my vision to avoid the shocking. So I laughed afterwards to
relieve my stress. The african-american lady knew it and told me that
afterwards. She was laughing at me while I was chuckling about it
because that's the way I roll on scary movies.But still the horror is outrageous in Drag Me To Hell. What Sam Raimi
flick isn't without it's bursting eyeballs? Or it's slime? Not this
one. If you like the Evil Dead movies, you'll definitely appreciate
this one.Seeing it amidst a lively Saturday night crowd was all the more
enjoyable, but I wish I wasn't cringing so much from the frights. The
only reason I watched it was it being a Sam Raimi flick and his scares
are more hilarious than scary. If it was an actual horror flick, I
doubt I would've gone and watched. I did, and I got home not the least
bit scared. Of course I didn't go upstairs.Things of note. The cute cat gets its due and that is funny. The sound
design harkens back to Raimi's Evil Dead of creaks and groans and
rattling chains. Story ending was very predictable — that return to
sender ain't going to work out exactly as planned. Grave digging in the
rain equals Poltergeist. The funniest bit was when our heroine was
deciding on who to pawn off her troubles. The african-american lady
next to me said, "That's cold." I was laughing my ass off. "Oh, no she
doesn't!" 4 of 5 stars.http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1127180/