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Dec. 16th, 2003 11:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nigeltdeWell, I'm trying to select courses for next year. Which is impossible, seeing as I need to pick six out of twenty courses that all look rilly rilly fascinating. And I also have to choose a major. Ahhhh!
Return of the King inches ever closer. Matrix Revolutions was not quite a disappointment, more like a nonentity. Less interesting than the first movie, less pretty than the second. Yawn. And not enough Hugo. Also saw Existenz (I refuse to comply with their silly spelling) which WAS a great disappointment. Especially considering cast - Callum Keith Rennie, Willem Dafoe, Ian Holm, Jude Law, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Sarah Polley, and others. Only CKR and Willem Dafoe were at all entertaining, everyone else floundered in a ridiculous incomprehensible storyline, with each "twist" nevertheless coming from a mile away. Set and prop design was good, though.
From the latest whitehouse.org bulletin comes this direct from the mouth of Bush himself:
But in contrast to Saddam's totally embarrassing pussiness, I am a total stud – a veritable throbbing veiny staff of alpha-male triumph. And inasmuch as I am also the embodiment of the United States, all Americans are today infinitely more studly than they were yesterday. That is why, in celebration of our astonishing ability to evict a bewildered 66 year-old from a hole in the ground with only 400+ U.S. casualties, let all Americans follow my personal example, and demonstrate their patriotism by standing topless in front of a mirror, gritting their teeth, flexing their muscles and bellowing, "WHO'S THE FUCKING MAN? I'M THE FUCKING MAN! USA! USA! USA!"
To the people of Iraq, I have a message. You will not have to fear the rule of Saddam Hussein ever again. Gone are the torture chambers, secret police, and Baathist corruption. And in their place are Camp X-Ray, a trigger-happy occupying army, and Halliburton contracts. Sure, you may still be without electricity, but those dandy car bombs sure light up the night. Fortunately, you can take heart in knowing that in the history of Iraq, the sun has risen on a hopeful day, revealing a gleaming American boot, whose enormous Christian sole you are required to lick with fevered reverence while your vast oil reserves are quietly siphoned into American supertankers. And once we've fixed the countless flaws in your sorry social, political, and religious cultures, we shall up and nobly sail away on chariots made of clouds, pulled by white-winged stallions, waving goodbye to all the mustachioed men, women and children Iraqazoids.
Well, that pretty much sums up my feelings on this matter.
Return of the King inches ever closer. Matrix Revolutions was not quite a disappointment, more like a nonentity. Less interesting than the first movie, less pretty than the second. Yawn. And not enough Hugo. Also saw Existenz (I refuse to comply with their silly spelling) which WAS a great disappointment. Especially considering cast - Callum Keith Rennie, Willem Dafoe, Ian Holm, Jude Law, Jennifer Jason Leigh, Sarah Polley, and others. Only CKR and Willem Dafoe were at all entertaining, everyone else floundered in a ridiculous incomprehensible storyline, with each "twist" nevertheless coming from a mile away. Set and prop design was good, though.
From the latest whitehouse.org bulletin comes this direct from the mouth of Bush himself:
But in contrast to Saddam's totally embarrassing pussiness, I am a total stud – a veritable throbbing veiny staff of alpha-male triumph. And inasmuch as I am also the embodiment of the United States, all Americans are today infinitely more studly than they were yesterday. That is why, in celebration of our astonishing ability to evict a bewildered 66 year-old from a hole in the ground with only 400+ U.S. casualties, let all Americans follow my personal example, and demonstrate their patriotism by standing topless in front of a mirror, gritting their teeth, flexing their muscles and bellowing, "WHO'S THE FUCKING MAN? I'M THE FUCKING MAN! USA! USA! USA!"
To the people of Iraq, I have a message. You will not have to fear the rule of Saddam Hussein ever again. Gone are the torture chambers, secret police, and Baathist corruption. And in their place are Camp X-Ray, a trigger-happy occupying army, and Halliburton contracts. Sure, you may still be without electricity, but those dandy car bombs sure light up the night. Fortunately, you can take heart in knowing that in the history of Iraq, the sun has risen on a hopeful day, revealing a gleaming American boot, whose enormous Christian sole you are required to lick with fevered reverence while your vast oil reserves are quietly siphoned into American supertankers. And once we've fixed the countless flaws in your sorry social, political, and religious cultures, we shall up and nobly sail away on chariots made of clouds, pulled by white-winged stallions, waving goodbye to all the mustachioed men, women and children Iraqazoids.
Well, that pretty much sums up my feelings on this matter.
