Who greenlights this kind of peepeecaca? I’m absolutely stunned that this even exists, though I shouldn’t be. It sounds sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame. And yet…I kind of want to watch some of it. You know, to fully justify my outrage. 🙂
No, he wasn’t in an underground bunker, and he wasn’t abducted! Without much fanfare, the godfather of paranormal late night talk radio has returned to the airwaves.
Ahhh, Art Bell. I have fond memories of staying awake into the wee hours of the morning listening to his five-hour radio show, way back in the mid-90’s. I was in college and coming out of my loathsome conservative phase, discovering more libertarian ideas (hey, it was a start) and enjoying all the ridiculous what-ifs his show offered. I didn’t really believe in the weird shit he had on his show, though some was somewhat plausible. I won’t be able to hear his new show, but that’s OK. I’ve pretty much outgrown the conspiracy/woo-woo stuff and can see it for what it really is: entertainment, not reality.
For some reason we just watched about 20 minutes of Madonna’s MDMA tour video. My favorite song so far is “Hag Gone Wild.”
Though it will likely go down in history as a show that peaked during its opening credits, it’s important to remember that there was a time, a thousand human lifetimes ago, when the series was almost as good as its opening credits or, at least, not an outright insult to them.There was a time when the dialogue was peppered with ridiculous, quotable lines (“Who ordered the hamburger…with AIDS?“) instead of being entirely constructed of “quotable” lines, like a sprawling McMansion where every wall is an accent wall; when the characters were accidentally campy (or, best of all, Anna Camp-y) instead of hollowly, painstakingly, calculatedly campy; when gratuitously weird scenes about a minor character sending a text would be thrown in—and allowed to last a beat too long—for no reason other than we’re all friends here and, fuck it, we’ve got time to kill.
Amazon today introduced Kindle MatchBook, a new benefit that gives customers the option to buy–for $2.99, $1.99, $0.99, or free–the Kindle edition of print books they have purchased new from Amazon. Print purchases all the way back to 1995–when Amazon first opened its online bookstore–will qualify once a publisher enrolls a title in Kindle MatchBook.
Some more good news for ebook lovers, specifically those who have bought a lot of hardcopies from Amazon in the past: you might be able to get a steeply discounted ebook version of those hardcopies. I love this idea!
BREAKING: 20th Century Fox and director Ridley Scott have set four more stars for Exodus, the Biblical epic that already has Christian Bale set to star as Moses and Joel Edgerton as the Egyptian pharoah Ramses II.
Sigh. Do we really need another Biblical epic? And from Ridley Scott, no less? He’s supposed to be busy working on that Blade Runner follow-up, not pumping out religious fairy tale dreck for the masses.
Heads up, ebook-reading folks! You might have some $$$ coming your way. I’ve been getting emails from Barnes & Noble and Kobo, so hopefully Amazon will follow suit since that’s where I buy just about everything online nowadays.
He emailed Cedar Fort’s acquisitions editor, Angie Workman, who explained that Cedar Fort would not allow Mr. Jensen to state that he lived with a man because the publishing house was concerned about ruining their relationship with the LDS-church-affiliated Deseret Book.
Mr. Jensen replied that Ms. Workman could change the word “boyfriend” to the non-gender-specific “partner,” as his original bio—submitted shortly after signing with Cedar Fort—had always referenced his “partner.” Ms. Workman refused, and instead insisted that the reference to Mr. Jensen’s significant other be removed entirely.
What…a…dick. I hope this author goes on to sell a bazillion copies of his book with a different publisher — one who isn’t letting his religious bias dictate his business decisions.
OK, “True Blood” has officially jumped the proverbial shark. This season is one of the worst, reminding me of the “Initiative” season of Buffy, only with more characters inexplicably fucking everyone they run across, no matter what the situation. *huge, heaving sigh*