Archive for May, 2011

Harry Hanrahan of The 100 Greatest Movie Insults of All Time has too much time on his hands. This time he ransacks a mess of classic films to find the 100 Greatest Movie Threats Of All Time…

Meanwhile in Greece, if you absolutely must interrupt a news interview this is how to do it…


“Several people were arrested Saturday afternoon at the Jefferson Memorial, protesting the recent court decision that upheld a ban on dancing at the memorial. According to protester Andrew Sharp, the U.S. Park Police told the group they would be immediately be arrested without warning if they started dancing… He and about a dozen others gathered at the Jefferson Memorial to protest a U.S. Court of Appeals ruling from earlier this month which upheld a ban on dancing at the monument officially put in place last year.”
Yet, the Westboro Baptist Church are free to protest soldier’s funerals wherever they like. This is just like that Footloose movie all over again. The police need to keep in mind that when they outlaw dancing, only outlaws will dance. I can just imagine what the police whispered in the ears of those brave dancing outlaws as they lay powerless on the floor, “You know who also liked dancing? Hitler.” And Hitler was white. Therefore, white people can’t dance. It’s simple math. You can’t deny it.

White People Problems: “I can’t dance at the Jefferson Memorial anymore.”

Nyan Cat, also known as Pop Tart Cat, is an 8-bit animation depicting a cat with the body of a cherry pop tart flying through outer space. As of today, it has nearly 12 million views on YouTube.

We must go deeper…

Zach Galifianakis and his two ferns welcomes star of stage and screen Will Ferrell to…well, I was going to say discuss his new movie…but…

It doesn’t run on electricity. The power of Christ compels it.

The Euthyphro dilemma is found in Plato’s dialogue Euthyphro, in which Socrates asks Euthyphro: “Is the pious loved by the gods because it is pious, or is it pious because it is loved by the gods?”

“Gummy Bearskin Rug” by Brock Davis

Cat mom hugs baby kitten. The end.

Mansour Bahrami couldn’t afford a tennis racquet growing up, so he used frying pans and broom handles to imitate the players he saw while working as a ball boy at sports complex in Tehran. When a friend gave him a used racquet, Bahrami snuck into the courts to play, but the day he had longed for ended abruptly when a security guard kicked him out — but not before beating him with his own racquet.

So begins the cinematic life story of the man they call “tennis’ greatest entertainer,” who fled his home country after his game was banned, ended up living on the streets of Nice after gambling away all his money, yet somehow managed to find himself in the French Open Doubles finals thanks in large part to the unusual style he developed while playing with pans.

And through it all he maintained one hell of a mustache.

I would cast Daniel Day Lewis in the inevitable biopic.