Showing posts with label new jersey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new jersey. Show all posts

Monday, October 06, 2008

Funniest Goddamn Thing I've Heard in a Long Time and Other Fluffy Stuff

On the most recent episode of Real Time With Bill Maher, Garry Shandling (has he had work done, or did he have a stroke that only paralyzed his upper lip?) got off one of the best lines I have heard in ages. He said he had a theory that Biden studied how to handle Palin in the debate last Thursday by watching old tapes of how Carson used to handle Charro on the Tonight Show.

In other news, Beverly Hills Chihuahua is the no. 1 movie in America! Is it just a slow movie week, or are people so mentally annihilated by the current financial crisis that vapid, Hollywood pablum is all they can swallow? And can they really afford those movie tickets right now? I hope they all went to matinees. Seriously, it's Oscar season folks! You couldn't wait for this one to come out on DVD?

This non-Hollywood pablum might be worth our hard-earned bucks, however. Every day I find a new reason to fall in love with the Garden State. This is the most recent example. Jersey's own Toxic Avenger is now a musical!





Please don't make me choose between this and Equus. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez! I would like to see both before Fetus Ejection Day.


I'd be remiss if I didn't touch on the O.J. Simpson verdict. I must admit, I didn't really pay much attention to the trial--tried to, but it bored me to sleep. As such, I really don't know how sufficient the evidence was to result in his conviction, but I relish in it nonetheless.

He's a smug prick. Whether he actually got away with murder, or just enjoys prancing around in public with that smirk on his face knowing that at least half the country thinks he did, he's a smug prick--which is why he thought he could pull this kind of crap and skate. It worked before!

There was a Hertz commercial on during Mad Men tonight that juxtaposes a 1960s commercial with one from today. Ethan said, "Note they didn't use O.J.'s commercials from the 70s," to which I replied, "You know what 'Hertz?' Getting your throat cut!" Ba-dump-bump!



Oy, time for me to go to bed...