Eh, I skipped the middle part of this thread. I might have missed some fearless shredding of a really sacred cow, but I doubt it. Most of what I saw was boring. You don’t really care for what I like? Big deal. It’s not like you didn’t throw rocks at stuff I love. You did. You also flung mud at things and people that are completely indefensible. That’s like calling Phillip Glass boring. :rolleyes:
I felt embarrassed to post this next part, until I saw you saying stuff like, “Eewww, Neil Young can’t sing.” Even he’ll tell you that. He wasn’t the only one who could sing in his early band. None of them could. They pushed him up to the microphone because the rest of them sang even worse.
Pope Benny is not a world religious leader, he’s just a crabby old frump whose mother (superior) dressed him funny. He learned fashion from Liberace, and he took it waaay beyond sequins. I could forgive him that getup if he was hitting the gay disco, but noooooo. He’s a Gregorian chant guy. Nobody took JP II seriously, and Benny is so far outside of reality that it’s creepy. He’s trying to prove to the Taliban that he can live farther back into history than they can. It’s gonna be a close competition.
You know, I’m not a bit surprised? I mean, the way I was raised…you did not refer to someone like Ms. Parks as a bitch. Oh, no.
But you can give eachother knowing glances and whisper, “That ol’ lady is so mean! Just evil.”
Most of the old black ladies that we respected and revered so much in our communities were just plain mean. And no one dared disrespect them, no matter how tempted.
So, yeah, I totally buy that she was mean as hell.
Earth Hour was a huggy-feely piece of corporate marketing that let yuppie wanks pat themselves on the back for being so environmentally aware, whilst they sat in their candlelit homes watching a movie on TV with the thermostat set to 25C and their gas-guzzling SUV parked in the driveway.
That’s right, I left my lights on. I also don’t own a car, take reusable bags to the store, recycle all my papers/cans/bottles, keep my thermostat at 20C most days, buy my produce local when I can (from farmer’s markets, even), and turn off lights in unoccupied rooms.
But apparently I’m still an enemy of the environment because I refused to participate in a corporately-sponsored global circle-jerk.
Ain’t no one in a position to judge anyone else on how “green” or “not green” anyone else is, except maybe for the vegan yoga master who lives off the grid in a tent and rides a bike each morning to their volunteer position at a non-profit mentoring AIDS orphans. But I have a feeling that the yogi is the turn-the-other-cheek and forgive-them-they-know-not-what-they-do type, if you catch my drift.
The Star Wars movies all suck. Even the ‘good ones’.
Predictable. Safe. Cardboard cutouts for characters. A juvenile tale of knights and wizards re-skinned with lasers and robots. Lauded special effects techniques stolen from Kubrick, who used them better ten years earlier. And Carrie Fisher has a face like a bag full of marbles.
Jimi Hendrix. Yeah, okay, a few of his songs are good. “Voodoo Chile” is great. And he could play guitar well. But lots of people can play guitar well, his songwriting overall is mediocre, his voice is terrible (he knew that, which makes it even worse: get a singer, dude), and more than 15 minutes of him puts me to sleep. He was good at making noises, not as good at making music. Mitch Mitchell was the best talent in the Experience, not Hendrix.
And Buddy Holly. On a good day he was better than Elvis, but that’s not saying much. His songs were juvenile, the arrangements were worse, and that fricking falsetto drives me up the wall.
Oooh, I thought of a sacred cow in the making (a sacred calf, if you will) - Amy Winehouse. She might have some talent; we’ll see how it shakes out if she survives to 30. She’s not brilliant, though. I’ve heard brilliant music; she ain’t it.
I don’t think John Belushi, Chris Farley, or Andy Kaufman were all that funny.
I know a woman who got the head of unicorn tattooed onto her chest when she was a teen. Now she’s a mom and pushing 40. Her unicorn head is looking more like a giraffe…
I stab the sacred cow of capitalism–free markets do not make the best venues for all things. Without SOME regs, we would be back very quickly to tainted products made with no respect for the end consumer or the environment (and we have such things now, just not as many as we would have without those “horrid” regs).
Buckaroo Banzai was an unfunny, overrated piece of shit. It was “clever,” which is another way of saying that it was terrible, but self-consciously so. I kept waiting for it to get tolerable, but it never did. John Lithgow was the only reason I didn’t turn it off.
The American version of The Office does not pale in comparison to the UK version. The UK version is just more misanthropic. That doesn’t make it “edgy.”
The Arcade Fire’s last album sounds like recycled Bruce Springsteen, so much so that he went onstage with them when they played in NY or NJ. Two chords and a ton of reverb and a lack of imagination do not equal a good album, and certainly not one of the year’s best.
No longer a sacred cow, but why is Rolling Stone still writing about music? Endlessly fellating the withered husk of 1960’s nostalgia is not synonymous with music journalism. Stick to politics.
The indie bands championed by Pitchfork are mostly dull hipsters from Brooklyn playing music with a maximum of irony and a minimum of actual passion. If you don’t sound like you care about what you’re singing, why should I?
Ditto on the Velvet Underground. VU and Nico is an amateurish recording of terrible musicians playing boring songs. But wait, you say, it came out in the 60’s? It was ahead of its time? Well, I guess it didn’t hold up very well then.
Eric Clapton writes terrible songs. He has a very clean, precise guitar style, but he should’ve stuck to playing other people’s songs. It’s like that joke:
Take Bindi Irwin away. Close the Australia Zoo. Please let me stand at a supermarket checkout without seeing Bindi or Terri Irwin all over magazine covers ever ever again.
Thank you.
Bindi you are talentless child and even your own clothing line at your tender age is nothing more than grownups capitalising on your father’s death - which you were pretty creepy about as well.
Didja ever see that early episode of The Simpsons where Lisa is in the smart class, and is invited to join a game of making anagrams of people’s names that express the subject’s personality? She could’ve done a great one with Eric Clapton.
Health. What, these creepy rich scum wanna be SOOOOO virtuous, with their $6000 bicycles (that may even be STATIONARY!!) and their ever-so-medically-perfect-diets-that-cost-more-than-a-decent-person’s-salary.
I giggle at this: You guys DON’T live any longer, and if birthrates are any indication, you’re less fertile. (We need a smiley with hatred and fangs.)
I’d have to agree with whomever said Michael Moorcock is a talentless hack. I’d also have to add R. A. Salvatore to that, except he’s even more full of himself.
Dan Brown is not only a talentless hack, but a phony as well. The “research” he does for his writing pales in comparison to most 4th-grade school projects. Mr. Brown, pick up a book by Umberto Eco and get back to me after you’ve learned how to use a library.
Tom Hanks has completely lost his marbles for jumping on the Da Vinci Code bandwagon. Also, his best works are his earlier comedies.
Leonardi diCaprio, despite being so pretty, is also a damn fine actor.
Being Politically Correct, or Sensitive to Others’ Feelings, is just another way of validating dishonesty.
Sports jerseys should only be worn while playing that sport, and nowhere else.
I don’t want to slog through fifty pages of old lady teas, country manors and overly verbose dreck in search of a somewhat it-happened-on-this-planet plot. Give me Sir Arthur for any English vintage mystery writing.
Battlestar Galactica. Just not very good at all. The original series was, on the whole, better (though it was pretty bad, too). Substituting grunge for whatever redeeming features the original had did not improve a thing.
On a completely unrelated note, it is a mystery to me why anybody thinks body piercing looks good or is desirable in any way. This extends even to ear-rings. Why would a (presumably) otherwise sane person want to do that to her- or himself?