NYT has a great article about Illinois’ culture of corruption. http://tinyurl.com/6f5rm4
Our top complaints of all time. Two of them are about runny poo. One is about bacon. http://snipr.com/7w5hw
We join Meg and Phil as Phil is explaining that the “twist” ending of “7 Pounds” is obvious and sucks. Meg is about to try to guess the twist.
Meg: When I saw the trailer, it seemed like he was going to kill himself and give his organs to a bunch of people.
Phil: Win.
Meg: I can’t believe that’s really the plot of that movie.
Meg: I was in denial.
Phil: That’s how I was with the Village
Meg: It would have been better if he’d found an asshole to kill.
Phil: No shit. Great call.
Phil: The reason he does it is even worse. He wants to save 7 people because he killed 7 people in a car accident, including the woman he loved
Phil: And at the very end, Rosario Dawson, his new love with his heart, stares into Woody’s eyes and has a wistful memory of that lovely gent.
Phil: And he kills himself by taking a bath with his pet jellyfish.
Phil: Damn, the more I tell you about this shit the more I realize I should have taken this thing as a comedy.
Meg: Wait, seriously? Jellyfish?
Phil: Yeah, I watched it all wrong.
Phil: It just stings him to death and he lays there holding onto the shower curtain for support.
Meg: You’re not making this up, are you?
Phil: No.
Phil: Jellyfish, indeed.
Meg: Jesus.
Freakonomics is looking for a six word inauguration speech for Obama — in the vein of that six word biography book, Not Quite What I Was Planning: Six-Word Memoirs by Writers Famous and Obscure.”
Despite my extreme obscurity, no one asked me to contribute to that book, but for what it’s worth here’s what I would have submitted:
“I’ll think of something better later.”
As far as Obama, how about: “Relax, I’m not really from Illinois.”
Just a hunch I have.
Apparently, I have perfect color vision. Finally, a skill.
