Dear Musicians ( Read more... )

Okay, so . . .

resk, you were right.* Ghost Rider was ridiculously bad. Surprisingly, Nicolas Cage was the lone palatable part. Donal Logue was miscast. Sam Elliott was mailing it in.** The script was bad. The editing was horrendous. The special effects weren't actually all that bad. Hmm. Peter Fonda! WTF, my friend. Being in a bad movie? ( Read more... )

1. Decided to make active efforts to leave current job and city ( Read more... )

Sad day.

Growing up, he was an absolute icon in our household. We went to every Michigan home game for years. We religiously watched the Rose Bowl every year. He was the very definition of old school. And he gave more of himself to U of M in time, money and service than could ever be repaid.

Rest in peace, Bo Schembechler.

I need the assistance of one of you math-and-science and engineering folks. Please. I know, I know, I should have paid more attention in school, blah-blah-blah, and seriously I would have if I had known that it would have paid off in the end. But the potential rewards were so far off in the future as to seem, umm, unrewarding ( Read more... )

Was e-mailing with deridere regarding various highly important subjects when the following exchange took place ( Read more... )

Ah, Microsoft . . .

Why is this not surprising?

Srsly, Wikipedia, you vex me ( Read more... )

Okay, so you make a movie. An EPICLY bad movie. Cringe-worthy dialogue. Comically awful screenplay. Mediocre -- at best -- camera work. A star clearly on the downside of what should have been a shorter career in the first place. A few character actors. The bar band rock star du jour agrees to play about six songs which are woven into the " ( Read more... )