http://www.scientomogy.info/
This website is pretty hilarious. Evidently Tom Cruise, true to fashion, is threatening to “sue you in England!” if Paramount shows the “Trapped in the Closet” episode of South Park over there. In retaliation, this site edited the episode so that it only includes the scenes with Tom Cruise. Also check out the Andy Dick video, which is hilarious.
I’m trying to decide what was the biggest load of shit in 2005: Scientology or intelligent design? Let me know what you think. I’d have to say that, though intelligent design was knocked down entirely by the Supreme Court in December, Scientology took a harder beating this year. ID never really had a chance to begin with. Scientology, however, is a rapidly growing “religion”, and
the negative publicity that Tom Cruise brought to it over the past year should (hopefully) hurt it in the future. Not to mention South Park’s brilliant exposé on the history of Scientology. If I could, I would give it an Emmy, Academy Award, Golden Globe and SAG award (even though no one really cares about those). I think it is also worthy of consideration for a special BMA (along with “Lazy Sunday”), but you didn’t hear that from me.
Today I plan to a) go buy a scrapbook to put my pictures of the day in and b) watch Lost and Star Trek. I’m a loser.
Also, my friend Davide had the greatest story this week. He went to a Nickel Creek concert up in Scotland and ended up having “Sara, the violinist with an angelic voice, eye-humping me for the last 5 songs.” After the concert he stuck around and bought her a few drinks, which led to them hanging out all night, getting to know each other and ultimately to some lip-locking action. Grody’s off hooking up with pseudo-celebrities while I spend my nights in the library. I’m jealous, to say the least. Damn you and your jew-fro!
I’ve decided anything that is re-run more than five times in one week cannot be quality television. It can be entertaining, no doubt, but it is not something that you must see the second it comes out. I can understand obsessing over shows like Scrubs or Lost that only come on once a week, but shows like Next! and Project Runway will give you approximately 2413523623 chances to see that week’s broadcast. I know I stand alone on this, because everyone and their mother (literally) watches Project Runway. I’ve seen a few episodes and it has its moments, but it’s definitely something that could be cut back to thirty minutes without losing too much. That, and I just don’t care about fashion, or the fact that Daniel is “sooooo hot!” I swear if I hear that one more time I’m going to repeatedly hit that person until their face is as long as his. Okay, I’m going to stop writing about Project Runway before it gets even more violent.
Did everyone hear about merbitch? Probably not, because most of the group is boycotting her. Anyway, she’s going to begin taking Pictures of the Day, like the copycat that she is. You could’ve jumped on the bandwagon back in December and actually been cutting edge for once, but no. Every time you do something after me, it’s like going from prime rib to weird friend of prime rib.
It’s time for student government elections, and my vote is going to the Super Mario Bros. Katie and I saw the vice-Presidential candidate speak at a UDems meeting the other day and he won us over. He began by mentioning his parties ongoing battle with the Koopas, before moving on to his campaign promises. 1) a 100 foot statue of Vince Young. He figures if we melt all of the Confederate statues we should have enough metal. 2) Whataburger. Agreed. 3) Create a lazy river around campus so students no longer have to walk. 4) whore out the university to corporate greed. Who wouldn’t want to go to the Dell University of Texas? I sure as hell would, and that’s why I’m voting for the Super Mario Bros.
“Hermano means brother in Spanish. As in, heeey hermano.”
Overrated: any Fox executive. I don’t care what they’re paying you, it’s too much. They’ve managed to cancel shows like Arrested Development and Firefly while single-handedly running the O.C. into the ground. There is no excuse, and they’re all on notice.