Known Actors in Unknown Movies: Vince Vaughn, Vincent D'Onofrio, and Jennifer Lopez in "The Cell"

Hello, friends!

I've decided to take some time off of beating life on God mode to bring you another unknown movie starring a known actor!  In this case, I have a special treat: THREE known actors!  Today, we have the trio of Vince Vaughn, Vincent D'Onofrio, and Jennifer Lopez; three actors who starred in the not-at-all-celebrated "thriller" movie: The Cell.

This cover causes me real physical pain.

So, I'm going to come right out (haha) and say that I do not like this movie.  From a designer's standpoint, I can appreciate the costume and scenic designs...

For example: I do like the "Sassy Gay Batman" thing they got going here.

But any points the movie gains from the overall aesthetics are COMPLETELY over-shadowed by how badly the director, Indian-born Tarsem Singh, wants to shove the symbolism down my throat like I'm auditioning for a remake of Deep Throat.

I apologize for that mental image, here's a picture of a kitten.

Normally, I would take the time to talk about the actor(s) that you know, but I feel everyone knows these three enough that I don't need to go into too much detail.  However, I will fill you guys in on what was going on for them at the time, because I'm genuinely hoping that every actor in this movie was in such dire straights that they would literally take any role offered to them

Lopez's last film before this one was two years ago, when she voice acted in the movie Antz, which everyone talked about, but no one actually saw.  In four years, she would star next to Richard Gere in Shall We Dance, which I won't lie, I actually enjoyed as a movie.  In all fairness, Lopez's claim to fame is not really her acting, but her music and producing.  And she was still "hip" enough that there was really no reason for her to do this movie, so that means this movie counts as a fail for J-Lo.

I don't know what this is from, but I like it.

Now, Vaughn did not have as many "big" roles before this movie.  He did, however, get an episode in "Sex and the City" the same year that this movie came out.  Still, he was a few years away from Dodgeball, The Break Up, and Wedding Crashers.  Normally, this would be enough evidence for me to say that he was probably still kinda fishing around for good roles...BUT he did play as Norman Bates in the horrifyingly bad 1998 remake of Psycho, so...

This seriously might become my new thing.

Finally, D'Onofrio had been enjoying comfortable success before this movie.  He was in an episode of "Miami Vice", he played the bug alien in Men in Black, and we cannot forget his awesome performance in Full Metal Jacket, which I feel was the real defining moment in his career.

Fuck Slenderman, THIS is the face that haunts my nightmares...

And when I say "defining moment", I basically mean that directors noticed how well he could play crazy, so they kept casting him as the crazy guy.  So, I guess that it makes sense to get him to play the homicidal maniac with "inner demons", but I really feel like he was too good for this movie.  He was my favorite actor in the movie, but he really shouldn't have bothered with this heap of garbage.  I'm not judging, I'm just horribly disappointed.

Okay, getting to the movie, Lopez plays as some sort of psychotherapist who routinely goes into peoples' minds to try and fix their mental problems.  Because God knows that if I'm experiencing deep psychological issues, the first thing that I want is a complete stranger to have full access to my mind, memories and emotions.  That's clearly the best way to rehabilitate a psycho.  And when treating paranoid schizophrenics, she puts cameras all over their house with little signs that say "Big J-Lo is always watching", and occasionally she whispers to them through little speakers that she has implanted in their ears.

Vaughn plays a world-weary cop who's obsessed with capturing D'Onofrio, who plays a homicidal maniac that loves to kidnap women and slowly kill them.  No, this is not a cheap rip-off of the plot of Silence of the Lambs.  It is a very expensive knock-off.  Vaughn finally closes in on the killer, and that fact alone should be enough to destroy your ability to sustain your disbelief for the rest of this movie.  Seriously, I'm expected to believe that this guy...

...is the guy I want to trust to find my kidnapped sister/daughter/self before she dies a horrible death?  I'd have better luck standing on my roof with a flashlight flashing "SOS - HELP ME BATMAN" than trusting this guy.

Anyway, Vaughn catches up to Pyle (I'm calling him that because I'm too lazy to keep typing D'Onofrio), and Pyle has some kind of psychotic break that puts him into a coma.  You may have heard of this affliction, it's called "Plot Device Syndrome", and it affects Disney and Lifetime Movie parents everywhere.  Notable victims of this horrible disease include Mufasa, Bambi's mother, and Thomas and Martha Wayne.  Fuck Juvenile Diabeetus, this is the kind of disease Mary Tyler Moore needs to be raising money for.

So, Pyle is K.O.'d harder than the time Sgt. Hartman smacked the shit outta him during rifle drill, and it's up to J-Lo to enter his mind in order to find his recently-kidnapped victim before she dies.  The fact that this movie plot got the green light is proof that "CSI" was not yet a thing.  If it was, Pyle's secret hideout would've been found by analyzing the stomach contents of the inchworm found in the shit caked to his boot.  It was a dark time for Hollywood mysteries.

So J-Lo enters the Lametrix and the audience is brutally bombarded with over-the-top symbolism as she explores the deep recesses of the mind of Gomer Pyle.

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

One thing leads to another, and J-Lo becomes trapped in Pyle's mind after an evil demon version of him puts a collar on her.  Vaughn must then enter the Lametrix and try to free her.  He does so by screaming her name at her, and sees a symbol that he already saw FIFTEEN MINUTES INTO THE GODDAMN MOVIE, and concludes that the symbol is the key to finding Pyle's hideout.  I did not make a single word of that up.  Words cannot describe the physical pain that watching this movie put me through, but I did it anyway because that's how much I care about you, my one fan.

This is a picture of the movie physically eating my brain.  You'll hear from my lawyer.

Vaughn runs off to save that chick...to be honest I have no clue what her name was or what she looked like.  And J-Lo decides that now's the best time to live out her "consequence-free homicide" fantasy, and she pulls Pyle into her mind in order to kill him.  I wish to remind you all that this killer is now in police custody and will no doubt be found guilty in a trial that will bring closure to the living victim as well as families of the deceased victims.  But SCREW THAT NOISE!  We're just gonna kill the guy who's pretty much completely helpless to defend himself outside of his own mind!  "Due process"?  BAH!

J-Lo kills the shit out of Pyle, to the relief of young girls and mean drill instructors everywhere, and she faces absolutely no consequences for what was essentially the pre-meditated murder of an apprehended suspect.  Again, this is the chick that's being given free reign to rummage around in your mind.

"Um, Honey?  Don't you think this might...exacerbate Junior's bed-wetting problem?"

So, there are no repercussions from J-Lo MURDERING someone who was in police custody, Vaughn saves the girl, and everyone lives happily ever after...except for the guy who J-Lo just murdered the shit out of in a situation that did not look a THING like self-defense.  And that's The Cell!  ...I did not care for it at all.

The movie has some good visual designs, but they're too obvious in trying to convey symbolism.  Pyle is pretty much the best actor, mostly because playing crazy is his calling in life.  J-Lo just cannot sell herself in this role because she's too pitiful and there's no way we can believe that she's a brilliant psychotherapist.  An actress with a bit more muscle who's no stranger to playing "smart roles", like Lucy Liu or Sarah Jessica Parker, would've been a far better choice.  In fact, here's my list of women who could have played this role with way more dignity than J-Lo.

Lucy Liu

Sarah Jessica Parker

Kate Beckinsale

Lucy Lawless

Milla Jovovich

Rhona Mitra

Emily Blunt

Uma Thurman

Daryl Hannah

Ziyi Zhang

Scarlett Johansson

Renee O'Connor

I could go on, but I think I'll stop there.  Also, that script needed a rewrite like Chris Brown needs a shock collar, because J-Lo's character was just so..."useless" is really not a strong enough word.  In my opinion, the Vince Vaughn character should have been cut and this movie should have been all about the mental battle between the killer and the psychotherapist.  Make the therapist the one obsessed with finding the victim, and have her spend the movie entering his mind and fighting the different reincarnations of him in order to find the clues that will lead her to the victim's location.  While not in his mind, she studies up on his past in order to better understand his state of mind...so that she can better fight and eventually kill him!  This time, in self-defense.  I would have watched that movie.

And I know that I should have put some kind of "Spoiler Alert" at the beginning of this article, but I really don't want you to watch this movie.  It's just...bad.  And the saddest part is that it has a really interesting premise: what if we could go into the mind of a serial killer?  The saddest part of a bad movie like this one is not the acting, writing, or directing; it's the knowledge that it had the potential to be something awesome and fun, and stupid directors and writers completely sapped all of the life out of it.

Now, how'd that get there?

Known Actors in Unknown Movies: Nathalie Cox in "Exam"

Ah, actors.

Never has the title of a group of people held so many different meanings as the term, "Hollywood star".  If one wishes to see all the different definitions that come with that title, you'd only have to glance at the gossip magazines that you see in the checkout aisles as you desperately try to ignore the screaming toddler in front of you, demanding a chocolate bar and a Mountain Dew.  Mostly, you see titles talking about "shocking weight loss/gain", "scandalous behavior", and the obligatory "DIVORCE" headline that takes up the majority of the cover.  Indeed, actors are truly a versatile bunch, and we seem to love seeing them in the tabloids as much as we do on the big screen.

But, despite all of the attention that big name actors and actresses seem to get everywhere they go, there seems to always be that "one movie" that they were in that no one seems to remember.  Well, Hollywood, that shiver that just traveled down your back is telling you that not only have I found and seen those movies, but I'm prepared to tell the world about them!  And by "world", I mean my one follower and two or three readers.  This possible-but-not-very-probable "series" is purely for fun, and the chance to talk about some of the little-known movies that I've seen (the hipster that I am).  Despite whatever overall rating I give the movies, I do encourage you to see them if you can.  Just understand that everyone has an opinion, and mine is right.

So, let's get this show on the road and see how long it takes before I get bored with it!  Our first entry comes  from the United Kingdom.  The mystery/thriller short film with an even shorter name: Exam.

Released in the UK and the US in 2009 at various film festivals, Exam is a short (clocking in at 101 minutes) thriller about eight characters applying for a prestigious job at a mysterious and powerful corporation.  The film was directed by Stuart Hazeldine, an English director, writer and producer also known for such films as...um...

...

...

Okay, fine, he's not really known for anything else.  I actually could not find a lot of info on this guy, aside from the fact that he wrote the story that this movie is based on, and he also produced and directed it.  While most would see that as a recipe for disaster, Hazeldine actually succeeds in creating a genuinely interesting story with good overall tension.  But none of that matters, because we're here to talk about actors!  And the notable actress in this particular movie is a blonde bombshell by the name of Nathalie Cox.

Nathalie Cox is a London actress and model, known primarily among the gamer community for voicing the character Juno Eclipse in the game Star Wars: The Force Unleashed and it's sequels.  She also appeared as Artemis in the 2010 remake of Clash of the Titans, whose IMDB rating is only one point lower than Exam, proving that there's just no accounting for taste.  She also appeared in Kingdom of Heaven, How to Lose Friends and Alienate People, and an episode of "The IT Crowd".  She also looks a bit like Jeri Ryan, who I admit to crushing on pretty hard in my younger years watching "Star Trek: Voyager", because I needed something to watch when "Xena: Warrior Princess" wasn't on.  Also, that name spelling is not a typo.

Admittedly, she's not as well-known as actors like Willem Dafoe or David Caruso (both of whom will be getting the spotlight shone on them, if I ever get around to it), but I feel she's known well enough to be counted for this series.  And, to be honest, I just REALLY wanted to talk about this movie.

Exam opens with scenes of eight different applicants carefully dressing and preparing themselves for their "final interview" to see if they will be chosen for a job that each one of them desperately needs, all for different reasons.  They are all led into a room with desks and papers that have each of their designations (Candidate #1, Candidate #2, etc) printed on them.  They all take their seats and are told that the final decision will be made based on an exam that they all will take.  They will be given eighty minutes to answer one question, while adhering to three rules: do not spoil your paper, do not speak to the invigilator (the guy giving the exam) or the guard, and do not leave the room.  The invigilator starts the clock and leaves, and the candidates turn their pages over to find...nothing!

Yes!  The pages are blank!  It's your own worst high-school nightmare come to life!  You know, without the whole "being in your underware" and "getting attacked by Freddy Krueger" parts.  What a twist!  And we haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet!  The movie progresses at an impressively rapid pace as the characters alternate between cooperating to figure out how to "win", and stabbing each other in the back to get ahead.  Plus, the whole movie takes place in this little room, which means that as things get more serious and even dangerous, that little room starts to feel smaller and smaller to both the characters and the audience.  Also, this happens:

And this:

And there's also this:

Pretty high emotions in this movie.  Unfortunately, I can't explain the context behind those pictures because part of what makes this movie good is watching the characters react as the situation changes and tensions rise.  The movie is far from boring, and definitely worth it for anyone who likes to see a psychological thriller done right.  There's no man in a mask with a big knife waiting around the corner, there's no "BOO!" moment to be found, there isn't even much in the way of gore.  Ultimately, I think that's what makes this movie fun to watch: the realization that at the end of the day, these characters aren't "good" or "evil", they're just desperate people who are shoved over the edge.

Overall, I would give this movie an 8-8.3 out of 10.  The plot is creative and succeeds in building some great dramatic tension, though the characters can seem a bit archetypal and cliche'd.  The acting is tight and the directing skillful, but different people will feel differently about the ending.  You'll either see it as an awesome twist to cap off a good movie, or a rushed tying of loose ends depending on your mood and personality.  I will say, though, I LOVE that one of the reviewers of the film called it "The Apprentice goes to hell".  I thought that was a pretty clever and succinct description of this movie.  The movie is streaming on Netflix, so check it out next time you're over there lamenting about the fact that Netflix removed "South Park" and "Avatar: The Last Airbender" from it's streaming line-up.

Seriously, Netflix, I put up with three years of your harassing "come back to me" e-mails, and THIS is how you repay me?!  Fuck you, overly-attached Netflix.  Just...fuck you.

Thoughts About Spongebob, Part 1: Education

While watching Spongebob today (judge me, don't care) I came to an interesting thought: the society portrayed in the series seems very odd and at times very communistic or capitalistic, depending on what area of the society you are looking at.  So, here begins a mini-series where I will be looking at the different aspects of Spongebob's society and trying to come to conclusions about these aspects.  Feel free to comment on my finding and offer some of your own to help.  This analysis will look at bit at the Spongebob Movie as well as the TV show, and it's only based on the episodes that I have seen, so the data is not totally complete.  That being said, please try to bear with me and respectfully share information that I may have missed.  First off, let's look at the educational system of Bikini Bottom.

We know that there is some sort of system in place and that the teachers are licensed, because Spongebob attends boating school with Mrs. Puff, who was analysed and fired from her teaching job in one episode because she is deemed an unfit teacher due to Spongebob's constant failing of the class.  We also know that Spongebob attended regular school at one point, because he is referenced as a fellow kindergarten classmate of another fish.

The fact that there is an entire school and obstacle course for teaching students to drive suggests that the educational system of Bikini Bottom receives massive funding from the government body, or the school could be privately owned by Mrs. Puff, who receives funding from businesses or other sources.  Whatever funding the school is receiving, it must be massive in order to pay for the damages the property incurs every time Spongebob fails his test.  The average amount of time required to spend in a driver's education class is 48 hours of classroom and driving time before you may obtain your driving permit (which we will assume is the license given in Bikini Bottom, since they don't seen to require a permit before hand).  If the boating classes are from 9:00AM to 3:00PM, 6 hours total, every Monday through Friday, then that would be 8 days (so approximately 2 weeks) of classes.  If Spongebob has taken every class, then he would be failing the class 26 times every year.  Even if the classes are only once a month (which seems more likely because of Spongebob's demanding job at the Krusty Krab), then he is still failing 12 times a year.

If Spongebob is constantly failing the class, then in our educational system he would eventually not be allowed to test again (in a regular school).  However, Mrs Puff constantly states that she cannot get rid of him until he passes.  Also, we must take into account Spongebob's best friend: Patrick Star.  He clearly would not ever pass a high school class, or even an elementary school one, yet he is not constantly going to school as Spongebob is.

The only conclusion that I can draw is that while education receives a lot of funding, it also has a very idealistic "no child left behind" policy, stating that as long as the student wishes to continue taking the class, then the school must allow him/her into the class.  However, if the student doesn't wish to continue, then they may drop out of the school at their own free will.  Clearly, Patrick is a drop-out, while Spongebob is the student who continues to take the class.

Also, the system doesn't seem to cost the student any money, nor does it keep close track of who is enrolled.  In one episode, Patrick joins Spongebob's class and doesn't have to fill out paperwork or pay any tuition.  More importantly, when he shows up, Mrs. Puff just goes along with it as if students dropping in out of nowhere are common.  Likewise, when Squidward teaches an art class, he has no clue who is on his roster.  If he did, he would have known beforehand that Spongebob was his only student, and likely cancelled the class.  That said, remember that Mrs. Puff loses her job because Spongebob constantly fails her class, leading me to believe that the system only records whoever takes the final proficiency exam, and leaves the teachers to organize, publicize and possibly fund their own classes.

Final conclusion: the educational system of Bikini Bottom is one that incurs no cost to the student, does not kick them out of class, and allows them to drop-out at their own discretion.  The system does not keep track of the attendance of the classes themselves, but instead only records the names of the students who take the proficiency exam and how they score.  The source of the funding of these courses is still a mystery, however, and will require further research.

Next subject: work/labor system of Bikini Bottom.

The Rules of Tech Support

I’m going to start this topic by saying that I am not a computer genius. Surprisingly, a lot of people think that I am. I have been known to speed up computers, clean up memories, and leap tall external hard drives in a single bound. Therefore, I have been placed in the category of “The Guy Who’s Good With Computers”, when in reality, I’m just the person who bothers to look up the error messages my computer gives me. Also, my “speeding up” skills mostly amount to knowing where the disk cleanup and defragmenter icons are on my start menu. Regardless of the fact that all of my “repairs” are quite simple and can be done by anyone, I still occasionally get asked to “fix my computer”. Now that I have established the fact that I am not, in fact, a super-genius when it comes to computers, I happen to know a few REAL computer geniuses. I love them very much, and deeply appreciate what they do and their advice when my basic repairs occasionally don’t do the job. Unfortunately, other dimwitted bastards have somehow convinced themselves that TGWGWC and The Guy Who’s REALLY Good With Computers can wave a magic wand and fix everything without any effort from all parties involved. I wish to try and debunk that myth, as actual computer repair can be tedious and frustrating. So, for your education, here’s a list of things you are NOT allowed to do when someone is taking time out of their day to fix your computer.

1.)Answer all questions – when TGWGWC asks you “What were you doing when the problem occurred?” they are NOT accusing you of anything, so please just answer them. They are not going to call the police because you downloaded Bonzi Buddy, they are not going to run you through with a spear because you never clean up your hard drive, they may raise an eyebrow at your porn habits, but as long as it doesn’t involve children, they really don’t care.

"You downloaded Weatherbug? ...YOU BASTARD!!!!!"

Please don’t answer with “I wasn’t doing anything!” just tell the nice computer guy what you were doing, it will make the repair process so much faster.

2.)“Just fix it!” is not an answer – the great thing about TGWGWC is that once they find the problem, they can usually give you handy advice to keep the problem from happening again. Please listen to this advice. If used correctly, it can keep TGWGWC from coming to your house fifteen times to fix the same problem. They don’t have to deal with you, you don’t have to answer the same awkward questions every time, everybody wins! So, when TGWGWC starts to tell you how to avoid the problem in the future, do NOT answer with “Don’t give me the techno mumbo-jumbo, just fix it!” This will make me hate you, and I will stop fixing your computer after the third time.

"THERE!!! I fixed it!!!"

3.)Do NOT remove Spyware, it is there for a reason – if TGWGWC really likes you, or if it’s just the first time they’ve fixed your computer, they may install some form of Spyware on your computer. This is the sweetest thing a computer techie can possibly do, and deleting that Spyware after is like Jim from The Gift of the Magi spitting and stomping on the watch chain Della gave him for Christmas.

"But, honey, it kept me from playing Wild Bill's Poker Roundup!"

Seriously, instead of telling me “yeah, I deleted that Spyware you installed,” just reach over and punch me in the face every time I compliment you; it’ll achieve the same thing. I realize that the Spyware keeps you from going to certain websites, but THAT’S A GOOD THING! If it’s blocking the site, then that site was probably slowing your computer down or putting bad stuff on it. Leave the Spyware on and find another site to play games on.


4.)If you knew how to fix it, you wouldn’t have called me – I cannot count how many times I or a fellow GWGWC kept getting delayed in our repair process by dumbasses who decided that they totally know how to fix it. If you have called me, I assume that means you have exhausted all of your known techniques and are now looking for a fresh pair of eyes and a few new tricks to use on it. So, when I’m working on your computer, don’t start laying down a bunch of technical lingo that you think makes you sound smarter. Much like speaking a foreign language out of a Monty Python translation book, you likely have no idea what you are saying, and just look like an ass. Also, if you wish to live, do NOT press the power button while I’m working. I will snap your arm off and beat you with the wet end. And don’t give me some lame excuse like “there were lots of words and stuff on the screen, so I turned off the computer” when I come back from the bathroom and find that you shut off the computer in the middle of my repair. This is the equivalent of “the car was making a funny sound, so I drove it into a tree.”

"I just don't understand why it won't work..."

5.)Future computer problems are not automatically my fault – I hate spending time cleaning up a computer, getting paid nothing for it, and then getting bitched at a month later because “you did X and now my computer’s all messed up!” It is your computer, and you know who’s been on it. Yelling at me for something I did over a month ago will do nothing except make me imagine slamming your dick in your own laptop. There is no possible way for me to have messed up your computer, especially if all I did was clean it up and install some Spyware. In fact, your computer is probably messed up again because YOU uninstalled the anti-virus stuff I put on there! Now, I admit that *Gasp!* I am human and may have missed something, but do not automatically assume that any future computer problems are the fault of TGWGWC, because typically they’re not. Constantly accusing TGWGWC of “doing something that messed it up” is a good way to cause this reply:

“Ok. Now, this is going to seem like an odd request, but for this next step, I'm going to need you to take out your dick, and lay it on your laptop's keyboard."

"Anywhere around the "G" key will do just fine."

Please keep this handy list nearby in case you ever find the need to utilize your friendly neighborhood GWGWC, as it will make both of your lives so much easier. In fact, just be nice to TGWGWC, because they are taking time out of their day to fix your monumental fuck-up, and have likely cancelled all of their plans for the day. At the very least, buy them dinner for all of their help. It’s just good manners, and it keeps TGWGWC from telling all his fellow TGWGWC members not to help you because you’re an annoying little bitch. And, just because I like you, here’s a little bonus rule:

6.)“Wipe” means “EVERYTHING” – sometimes a computer is just at the point of no return. It is a terrible truth, but a truth nonetheless. When TGWGWC recommends a full wipe of the hard drive, they have exhausted every other option and are absolutely certain that there is no other solution, so please consider it very carefully when they suggest it. When this happens, or to prevent it from happening, you will need to back up all of your files. Otherwise, make no mistake, YOU WILL LOSE ALL OF YOUR FILES!!!!!! So, to prevent that from happening, I’m going to teach you how to back up files. First, get an external hard drive:

It looks like this. It can be found at Staples.

Second, plug it into the USB port of your computer/laptop:

Like so.

Third, initialize the back-up:

Some can even be set to automatically back up, WOWZERS!!!

“Wow, Byrddog!!! That was so easy!!!”

I know, right?! Now that you know how to do this, in the future, when your computer slows down, all you have to do is –

“Don’t give me the techno mumbo-jumbo, just fix it!”

. . .

*PUNCH IN THE FACE*

On the topic of blasphemy...

Before I begin this commentary, I would like to clarify that this post was not created for the encouragement of perverting sacred and religious items, people, quotes, or ideals. There will be no encouragement of robbing the offering plate, recommendations of pissing on Buddah statues, or claims that Keanu Reeves is the most multi-dimensional actor who ever lived (Well, from me, at least because I certainly can't speak for my two or three readers out there.). That being said, I have been thinking a lot about blasphemy lately.

No, I have no desire to graffeti a statue of Jesus with my feces (although statues of Lot are fair game for me, but that is a completely different story), I am just curious about what we, as humans with some education on the subject of religion, consider to be "blasphemous". This specific thought came to mind after completing an assignment for my costume class where we were asked to choose an emotionally-charged word and design a costume around it. We would then all gawk at each others' drawings, fumble around for words to describe how we "feel" about it, then be overtaken with dread as the group inched ever closer to our own drawing.

Once they came to my drawing (which depicted blasphemy, obviously), and after my ego was suitably stroked and my gut-wrenching fears allayed, people began to comment on how to enhance the drawing to further depict my word. I was surprised with how many suggestions sounded more goth-like to my ears. A spiked collar, or a converse with pentagrams doesn't sound blasphemous to me because I don't perceive a Converse as sacred (although the tween group that worships Converse Sneakers may disagree with me on that, but that's fine because we all know that tweens are not people but meat sacks full of nothing but hormones).

So, I began to wonder, what does blasphemy mean to me? In my drawing, it took the form of a sexy nun with an upside-down cross on her slinky dress, but I could still think of some other examples of it. Printing Bible verses on toilet paper, for example, seems pretty blasphemous to me. It would, however, make for some fun conversation:

"Honey, I need some toilet paper."

"Well, we have Acts, Genesis, Matthew, Revelations-"

"Yeah, well, I kinda had Mexican food for lunch, so..."

"Oh! Then you want Exodus!"

*Side note: I call dibs on the copyrights idea because I am very seriously considering starting a chain of Houswear items specifically for atheists, not because I am in any way atheistically-inclined, but because I know that "trend" atheists will rush to own anything with a clever little quip that gives them a holier-than-thou feeling over the stupid religious folk. On that note, do atheists get "holier-than-thou" feelings? I thought the whole purpose of atheism was to be UNholier-than-thou...so, what do they call it when an atheist is having overly and undeserved smug feelings of superiority?

Back to the original topic, though, it really does surprise me how different my view of blasphemy is. Does anyone else feel the way I do about it? Why do people associate gothic-style with blasphemy? Why do we tolerate certain levels of blasphemy for the sake of art? Would we be so tolerant if the blasphemy was OF art? I mean, nobody's even TRIED to kill Keanu Reeves yet...

Today in Weather...

Search and rescue teams are working at a furious pace to rescue the people stuck in the flooding caused by Hurricane Irene. We here at ByrddogNews applaud their valiant efforts and wish them luck in their rescue attempts. We certainly know that they would rater be home with their families.

We would also like to wish the poor souls trapped in the waters a safe return from the water. As the rescue teams work tirelessly to safe them, we hope that they were trapped performing absolutely imperative tasks such as swimming, surfing, and skateboarding: noble pursuits that any person would risk life and limb to pursue. We know for a fact that the rescue workers are more than happy to leave their family at home to rescue such noble and brave thrill-seekers. This reporter, for instance, is more than happy to pay out her college fund in order to fund these rescue attempts. Yes, the money was needed to pay for college, but I believe that the safety of these prime examples of Darwinism is far more important.

And as to the allegations that "these dumbasses deserve to be left out there for doing such stupid shit in the middle of a hurricane," I say shame on you all! The art of thrill-seeking has been a noble and just pursuit ever since Biblical times, when brave souls played dodgeball at Sodom and Gomorrah. Anyone who believes that such noble and brave souls should not be rewarded for their efforts by tax-funded rescues is not only wrong, they're a communist.

And that's the weather today.

Random thought

I wonder how confusing phone sex would've been during the days of the telegraph.

"Harder STOP Deeper STOP Don't stop STOP"