After a threatened deletion and a bunch of edits, the Women in Refrigerators entry has settled down, is now factually accurate and still contains a brief homage to the late Rob Harris. (It’s annoying that Wikipedia spells “Web site” wrong, though.)
Thanks for all the hard work, Fred!
On a message board, someone asked to hear drinking stories. This is my best one:
My brother was working as a banking consultant and was on a months-long gig in Mexico City. He got free flights to/from the US every few weeks as part of his perks, and since I’d never been to Mexico, he flew me down, and we went out with some of the Mexican banking bigwigs he knew, all of whom were about our age.
We were touring the high-end tequila bars, when one of the Mexican bankers turns to me and says “wow, you really can drink for an American.”
Famous last words: “Oh, I was in a fraternity in college and lived in a fraternity house for four years. I can probably keep up with you.”
I said this. To a Mexican. About tequila.
Apparently, no one could tell I was drunk the rest of the night (I really can drink — it also helps not having any inhibitions to lose) and while I can’t remember any of it, apparently I charmed the hell out of a number of English-speaking Mexican beauties.
Finally, 17 shots and several hours later, we head back to the hotel. I get out of the cab and fall straight forward, onto my face. My brother and a bellman get me up to my brother’s room.
I proceed to stand in the middle of the room, looking at the wood-paneled walls. I open my mouth, and vomit comes out horizontally, painting all four walls as well as the four-poster king-sized elevated bed. My brother gets me into the bathroom, where I repeat the process.
My brother, who has a meeting in the morning, stays up all night cleaning the room with expensive towels.
I wake up at 4 p.m., feeling like someone has taken a hacksaw and cut through my forehead, halfway into my skull.
My brother still speaks to me, which speaks more of brotherly love than anything else he’s ever done.
Reality TV may have given us The Bachelor, but it also gave us American Chopper , one of the most-compulsively watchable shows on television today.
This season is the best to date, with some interesting bikes (the I, Robot bike is a whole lot cooler than the movie that inspired it), some classic Senior/Junior blow-outs and, best of all, lots of classic Mikey bits, including Mikey getting his wisdom teeth out and being absolutely out of his gourd on the drugs given to him by his dentist.
The Senior vs. Junior special is not closed-captioned, unlike the rest of the season’s shows, for some reason.
This is a value-priced DVD set and a great buy for the many, many fans of American Chopper, whether you like bikes or just enjoy the Teutel family’s antics.
Jason Statham is perhaps the coolest guy in action movies today, and is a gritty and compelling (anti-)hero, even in this, a movie that might as well be written for Jackie Chan.
And that’s the problem with Transporter 2: Where the original had a European flavor unfamiliar to American audiences, and fights that, although clever, mostly made audience’s teeth ache in sympathy, the sequel is lightweight, silly and it even has a cute kid.
Statham looks lost here, among the lame jokes and bad CGI effects. If there’s a third Transporter, hopefully it will get back to the cross-country, bone-crunching, somewhat edgy tone of the original.
A rental for fans of the original, but nothing more.
From Reuters:
Voters in the US state of Minnesota may find a self-proclaimed vampire on the ballot for the office this year.
Jonathan ‘The Impaler’ Sharkey says he plans to announce his bid for governor today on the ticket of the Vampyres, Witches and Pagans Party.
“Politics is a cut-throat business,” he said.
Eight years ago, Minnesota elected a former professional wrestler, Jesse ‘The Body’ Ventura, as its governor.
“I’m a Satanist who doesn’t hate Jesus,” Mr Sharkey said.
“I just hate God, the Father.”
But ‘The Impaler’ says he respects all religions and if elected, will post “everything from the Ten Commandments to the Wicca Reed” in government buildings.
Mr Sharkey has also pledged to execute convicted murders and child molesters personally by impaling them on a wooden pole outside the state capitol.
And here I thought this year’s city council race would be colorful …
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