US down 0-1 late in the 1st
OK, so I'm loving the Bond threads. So who is/was the best Bond girl? Let us know who, and why. And as a bonus, who would you like to see be the NEXT Bond Girl? And as always, pics are appreciated. ;-)
I just saw this on TV: A Michigan state senator is introducing a bill to license journalists, which is at least an interesting idea:
It seems that the license is an optional thing, so reporters can report without one, but it would function as a stamp of trusted and verifiable to readers. The comments on the article and reaction in general seems to be strongly against it, but my initial reaction is that it's not a bad idea. I mean, if there are licenses to be hairdressers, why can't there be licenses for journalists as well? Hopefully there would be some kind of review process so bad journalists get their licenses revoked when they deserve (you know where this is going...)
Mr. Rosenberg would probably be one who would have a license, based on his many years of reporting and writing. But, if the licensing board was competent at all (which, knowing government, it won't be), we (Brian and the MGoBoard) could probably file a grievance to have it revoked after he demonstratably failed with the Michigan investigation. Snyder and the editors at the Freep as well, obviously. A license, like the MGoPoints here would serve as an indicator of the source's trustworthiness.
Another thought about the license: it should serve as a way to legitimize bloggers. Other than the journalism degree requirement, I think Brian (plus his minions Tom, Tim and FA) would pass the requirements listed in the article. Maybe it would stop the MSM from dismissing blogs as unaccountable and fringe.
So this opinion may be colored by the fact that I've been drinking and that friends just left after listening to the entire thing, but I am of the opinion right now that The Bends is one of the best discs ever. While I admire Radiohead, love OK Computer and have most of their CD's, I can't say that I ever listen much to Kid A or Amnesiac. The Bends seems to me the perfect compromise between the accessibility of their early work and the more esoteric avenues (and to me, somewhat lacking in melody) of their later stuff. What's the point? Hmm, well I think it is, and Fake Plastic Trees is one of the best songs ever. So there.
Coleman dies at 42 of brain hemorrhage in Provo, Utah. RIP.
My girlfriend has had yesterday's date circled on her mental calendar for over a year. Ever since the release date for Sex and the City 2 (SATC2) was announced she has brought up my obligation to see this movie with her. Random, out-of-the-blue reminders like "MAY 27th!" during the middle of a dinner last fall, or "You know what you're doing on May 27th!" as I shaved for work on a relatively cold January morning.
I have no way out of this. Too much build up to bail.
To give you and idea of how bad this will be (even worse than the show and the first movie)
From the James Berardinelli review from Reelviews:
"It's a three-ring circus of materialism, narcissism, and entitlement. These people are self-absorbed to the point where, unless you built a relationship with them during their television days, it's impossible to like them. The filmmakers not only sympathize with them, but laud their avarice and obsession with possessions. Sex and the City 2 is overloaded with product placements (all high-end, of course) and wallows in a cultural cesspool that some will find offensive."
Does this crap make anyone else physically ill? Really, I can't stand that some women actually model themselves after (or just wish they were like) the four despicable creatures from this show. These women are not role models they are soulless self-absorbed witches deluded into thinking themselves independent while they become more and more attached to the men in their lives, while spending $$$ on provactive clothing designed for women (at this point) 20 years younger and overpaying for fruity drinks in NY.
Board, I'm sorry, this won't be interesting to many of you but I'm dreading this afternoon (somehow, I was spared attending opening night) and I need to vent before my head explodes.
Finally, SJP is a horse.