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What exactly does the "M" in AMA stand for again?
Disgusted by the Stars
You Know the Economy's Really Hurting When
The Baby Botchers
Chucky's Little Dog?
The Joy of Food Service
To Boldly Go Where No Man Has Gone Before...
Speaking of Wrecks...
Secrets of a Happy Marriage
Doctor Who: Rose
Oh, the joys of dealing with the Homeland Security's TSA. I will start this post by saying, quite clearly, the following: I don't feel any more safer flying today than I did before 9/11 happened and the TSA took over security. I don't think that stationing a bunch of poorly trained, yet power-hungry people at metal detectors does much to increase my security, or that of my fellow flying passengers. Combine this belief with an innate streak of distrust for most forms of government authority, and you end up with my sick sense of humor about the whole "screening" process. Most of the time, I manage to keep my comments to myself, but I was in a wacky mood yesterday, and well, read on.
Scott and I flew to Houston over the weekend and were making the return trip yesterday, starting out in Houston's Hobby Airport. Apparently, Hobby Airport is one of those airports, you know, the kind that makes you take your shoes off so that they can be scanned. *insert eyeroll here* Maybe it's just me, but I would feel more safe if TSA could catch more overtly dangerous things, like the pepper spray and matches that I once accidentally left in my rather small purse, rather than spending their time scanning my Reeboks. But anyway, back to the shoes. Usually, I keep my tennis shoes on, in spite of being "cautioned" that not "volunteering" to having my shoes scanned could lead to further screening. In other words, when given the choice between: a) mindlessly following and submitting to pointless governmental directives that only serve to increase governmental control over every facet of one's life; or b) bucking the system for the sake of questioning authority, even if it leads to more hassle, I will generally choose b.
Sometimes, it leads to interesting results.
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So, there I was, snuggled in on the couch, ready to catch up on the television I missed as a result of studying for my licensure exam (which I passed! Yay me!). I had tivo'ed 5 episodes of "24," 3 episodes of "The Apprentice," and one episode of "America's Next Top Model." I was set for a marathon. I was in Kiefer-withdrawal. Eagerly, I flipped to the Tivo's "Now Playing" menu and -
Gone. My shows were gone. Five hours of Kiefer-riffic goodness, 3 hours of Trump-tasticness, and 1 hour of non-model behavior were gone. Apparently, my husband added some season passes of his own recently, and when the Tivo ran out of space, it erased MY shows and replaced them with (get this) "Gargoyles."
"Gargoyles?" Oh the humanity!!!
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I can't say I didn't see it coming. After 9 irreverent, take no-prisoners seasons, Isaac Hayes, the voice of Chef, finally thinks "South Park" has crossed the line and he cannot, in good faith, take part in the series anymore.
In a statement issued yesterday, (taken from E! Online) Mr. Hayes said: "Religious beliefs are sacred to people and at all times should be respected and honored. As a civil rights activist of the past 40 years, I cannot support a show that disrespects those beliefs and practices." He asked to be released from his contract due to the show's "inappropriate ridicule of religious communities."
Now, now, I realize it might have taken Mr. Hayes some time to realize that South Park's brand of humor was not exactly of the uplifting and politically correct variety. I mean, it was at least several minutes into the original Christmas Card episode before the writers pitted Santa Claus against Jesus Christ in a bloody deathmatch. You can't blame Mr. Hayes for not seeing "inappropriate ridicule of religious communities" in that very first outing for the South Park boys. It could have taken Mr. Hayes 9 entire seasons to figure this out. 9 entire seasons that included the following episodes:
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Stop me if you've heard this before: Celebrity decides to have sex on videotape. Celebrity does not keep an eye on videotape. Videotape gets "misplaced" and winds up in the hands of adult films distributor. Celebrity gets upset and sues film distributor, eventually allowing all of his/her dirty laundry to be placed in the spotlight.
*yawn* So I guess it should be no surprise that yet ANOTHER celeb sex tape has made its way onto the Internet. Apparently, back in 1999, one Mr. Kid Rock (aka Robert Ritchie) and one Mr. Scott Stapp (aka that really annoying guy from Creed) engaged in some liasions with various women in the privacy in Mr. Rock's motor home. Mr. Stapp decided to record said liasions for posterity. Unfortunately, Mr. Stapp did not keep an eye on this videotape, and, lo and behold, almost 7 years later, Red Light District, a "hardcore gonzo video" distributor, has gotten a hold of the tape and is attempting to market it. It goes without saying that Mr. Rock, Mr. Stapp, and several of the starring women are not all that happy about this turn of events.
After the Pam and Tommy Lee tape, the Paris Hilton tape, and the Colin Farrell tape, who would've thought this could happen again?
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