"Gay Men Playing With Barbie Dolls"

Lindy's West's take-down of Sex In The City Two is one of the sharpest and funniest film reviews I've read in a long time.  Warning: bad language abounds....

An End To Being Lost?

I've been following the countdown to the end of Lost with mounting interest. As friends and readers may know, I've long maintained that the show's creators would never in a million years be able to resolve even a small percentage of the many many contradictions, questions, and impossibilities the show's employed throughout the years to keep viewers watching.

Bear in mind that almost from the start, they promised just the opposite. They had a plan, they said.  It would all tie together.  Just keep tuning in.  Trust them: it would all cohere.  THEY would never be so cynical or lazy as to trick their viewers into watching by dangling before their all-too trusting eyes a carrot they could never, ever reach....

The video above shows all the questions that the show didn't answer.  There are, you'll note, a lot of them.

Contradiction, mystery, paradox, impossiblity...they don't necessarily give your writing depth.  They don't necessarily give it power.  They don't necessarily give it meaning.  Sometimes all they do is make you look ridiculous.

It's Almost Here

Unlike John over at ASWOBA, I always get excited about the World Cup. I don't pretend to be a die-hard soccer fan, but I have watched most of the major matches from the last two World Cups and I've gotten a lot out of them. (Having a DVR, by the way, makes this a LOT easier).

I feel a little bit ambivalent about putting up an ad on this site, but, well, this one's pretty great. It considers the consequences for a handful of the world's best soccer players of what they do and don't do on the pitch. The section with Wayne Rooney is particular memorable, although my favorite moment right now is the insane lounge singer guy that appears about a minute in. (Anyone know who that is?) Okay, enjoy.

BTW: Hawaii pics and recap coming up in a few days....

It's Been A Long Time Since I Bink And Rolled

I got an iPhone a few months ago. Thus far the thing I like best about it is that it allows me take pictures of my dog whenever I want. Is this useful? Of course not. Does it justify the outrageous 30$/month surcharge AT&T charges customers for 'data transfer?' No it does not. On the other hand, I now have over 100 pictures of The Bink at my fingertips whenever I need them. And that is pretty great.

My wife and I depart tomorrow on vacation (we're going to Kauai). We're going to lie in the sun, hike in the rain forest, and (maybe) surf in the ocean. The only thing we're not going to do is see our dog. Luckily I'll have my photos. Here are some of my faves....

Here he looks like both wise and ancient. I call it my Tolstoy shot.

Dramatic, huh? Every hour or so he comes up to my chair and turns that look upon me. I'm never quite sure what it means.

Nothing fancy here: just straight-up cute.

Of all of the many arch-villians who plague our neighborhood, there's only one who's evil enough to agitate the Bink like this. The Mailman has drawn nigh....

When you nap as hard as Bink does, it's important that you stretch when you get done. Otherwise, you risk a serious injury.

Sleeping for the Bink is not a stationary experience.