Yeah, I’d like to see the NYPD try to enforce that one. *eyeroll* More »
Hooray, Olympics! By which I mean: they’re over, and in all honesty I didn’t pay much attention to anything beyond hockey and the opening and closing ceremonies. But hell… the hockey was awesome, and the opening and closing ceremonies were pretty damned impressive. And ALL! ABOUT! CANADA! Nickelback! Celine Dion! Loverboy! Triumph! April Wine! Anne Murray! Sarah McLachlan! Giant Inflatable Beavers! Crash Test Dummies! Um! Plus, in between hockey quarters inningsperiods, we were deluged with a nonstop… uh… deluge of ads for scenic British Columbia featuring all kinds of famous Hollywood folks whom, it turns out, are all sleeper cell agents who’ve infiltrated Hollywood with the goal of stealing American jobs and redirecting our valuable vacation dollars to their strange and foreign shores — to a faraway land where dollars are coins covered in loons, everyday people are confusingly polite, and the treat of polar bear attack is apparently ever-imminent. It’s like some terrifying and yet fascinating parallel world — a world next door, in fact. As true global citizens, it’s our duty to try to understand Canadia… and fortunately for us, a path towards that understanding has already been blazed. On film.
I admit it. I read all four Twilight books. In fact, I read them all consecutively barely reading “The End” before I had the next one in my hand. I saw Twilight in the theater. It was the only movie I saw in a theater in 2008, but I am not going to see New Moon on the big screen. You want to know why?
Taylor_Lautner Sure, everyone loves Taylor Lautner and his studio-purchased upper body. And those abs are pretty ab-rageous, as Lionel Richie would say (can someone get Lionel Richie to say ab-rageous? I’ll pay good money to have that happen). But the captain and CEO of Team Jacob is standing on the furry shoulders of giants. Giant werewolves, that is.