Two Enter, One Leaves

Alamo Drafthouse, the worlds greatest movie theater, has teamed up with my favorite pancake purveyor to return Mad Max to the big screen.

Featuring Australian ranter Mel Gibson as a nomadic leather-fetishist who stumbles onto a town run entirely on farts where latter-day gladiators compete inside a huge dutch oven known, as “Thunderdome”. The movie also stars Tina Turner as the singing mayor of Bartertown who sends our hero into the arena against the formidable Master/Blaster, the baddest symbiotic-two-person-bullying- entity-composed-of-one-mildly-retarded-guy-and-one-evil-genius since Bush/Cheney.

I’d love to add to that, but they’ve really summed it up perfectly. But in case you needed just a little more, the trailer they put together is awesome – Mad Max III as a Volkswagen commercial..

Global Collective Sigh of Relief

Apparently going to war with Iran is off the table this week. The British ramped back the rhetoric and employed this cool new technique called ‘foreign diplomacy.’ Sounds a great tool for developed nations to use to avoid blasting each other back into the stone age. We should look into it.

Monday Zen

Well. There’s a couple of ways to think about this. Maybe god or gravity, or some combination of the two decided the didn’t approve of my current arsenal of dental hygiene tools. Maybe they thought I needed an apt visual to sum up the craptasticness of this particular Monday. Maybe this is a message that my septic lines need cleaning.

Or perhaps I just shouldn’t store my toothbrush in the cabinet above the toilet. Or moreover, what the hell am I doing taking pictures of my toilet ?

All worthy avenues of self examination.