December 2009

Joining the Netflix Bandwagon...Finally...

 

I have no clue why I waited so long to get Netflix. Worst mistake of my life—waiting so long. I’ve already watched movies about extraterrestrial ghettos, Japanese schoolchildren killing competitions, and tiger thefts…and I’m still on my free trial membership. Life changing.

When I told the worker at Blockbuster that I just got Netflix he admitted to me that he got Netflix too. 

 

 





Aria Opening Tonight!

 

Alright, kids, the time is here. Aria opens tonight. My roommate is working the opening gala as a model/hostess, and I'll be covering the event for Las Vegas Weekly.

In other news, I'm finishing up the third draft of my deception book, and working on a bunch more stories for LVW, and I've got a lot of friends and family visiting in Dec/Jan, and also I'm putting the finishing touches on this perpetual motion machine...so...yeah...this'll be a busy couple weeks.

PS, just did a google image search of ARIA and the first ten images to come up were of some porn star named ARIA.  I have a feeling the page rankings will change in the next few days... 





Why Do Companies Purposely Misspell Their Own Name?

I just don't get it. Why do some companies purposely misspell their own names? Will somebody with Kraft or Tastee Freez please explain to me how the misspelling increases business? 





Review of Glenn Beck's The Christmas Sweater: A Road to Redemption--LIVE

Last week I saw the live Glenn Beck movie. Cost me twenty freakin' dollars! Anyway, here's my review:

One ticket for the live Glenn Beck movie,” I said.

“Twenty dollars,” the girl behind the glass replied.

“One ticket,” I repeated, thinking the girl must have misheard me.

“Twenty dollars is how much one ticket costs,” she said.

I frowned, gave her my credit card, walked into the Regal Village Square multiplex, found theater No. 9 and took a seat next to a married couple named Chris and Christina. They told me that they watch The Glenn Beck Program, that they read Beck’s book Common Sense and that they “went through parts of” Beck’s latest book, Arguing with Idiots.

“Did you guys know tickets were going to be 20 bucks?” I asked.

Chris said he didn’t, and then he frowned, too.

I met a second married couple, Art and Debbie, who told me that they also watch Beck’s show. Every single day.

“I like that he encourages people to do outside research into what’s really going on in the world,” Debbie said. “I like that he teaches people how they can protect their liberties and freedoms.”

“So where do you, personally, go to do your outside research?” I asked

“Random Internet sites,” she replied, demurring and adding, “I should probably do more…”

Fifteen minutes before showtime, with the theater lights still on, Beck appeared on screen and welcomed everybody to the show via pre-taped message. He was sitting before a bookshelf filled with books, and every last one of ’em was The Christmas Sweater, by Glenn Beck.

Cut to a shot of a theater stage on which a choir of children sang Christmas songs. Maybe two of the 20 kids were white. Contrast that with the people at Regal Village Square; everybody sitting in the theater was white.

 

(You can read the rest of the story by clicking HERE or at LASVEGASWEEKLY.COM).





Political Letter from a 10-Year-Old

I just found this letter I wrote to my Senator when I was ten years old. The first sentence is pretty dull, but things pick up from there. Easily the most persuasive letter I’ve ever written. I present to you the letter in full:

October 5, 1992

Dear Congressman Levin:

Right now my class is studying some of the hazards of our state, country, continent, and even our world. For example. Population density, deforestation and POLLUTION!! Now let’s pretend there was some kind of fish in our Great Lakes that had the main ingredient for a cure for AIDS and it gets caught in some pollution, for example pop bottle rings or plastic bags, and became extinct. Then imagine if your son or daughter got AIDS. You would be not very happy. So I’m asking if you could make some kind of law saying you can’t dump any more trash in the Great Lakes.

Sincerely,
Ricky Lax and Lone Pine Elementary School Students





 

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