This blog is officially "retired," but my other blog,
"The Lair of the Silver Fox," is still open for business!

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Stupid Gmail Spell-Checker

Although I am one of the world's champion spellers -- he said, modestly -- I always have my Gmail's spell-checker activated. This alerts me to typographical errors and... Okay, I admit it, even I have so-called trouble words, words I tend to screw up as a matter of course. (One example? "Embarrassed." Ever since I heard a character in the movie Echo Park -- he employed women who delivered Strip-o-Grams -- define it as "I'm bare-assed," I have this mental block which makes me want to spell it with a single "r.") Also, my computer keyboard doesn't always respond correctly to my striking of a double letter, so a word like "comment" might sneak by as "coment" if I don't correct it.

However, I may disable it just because it's becoming somewhat annoying lately.

Most of the time, of course, we're allowed to "train" it. If I'm told that "Jayne" or "Valleri" are incorrect spellings -- they're not, of course, I know women by both names, spelled exactly like that -- it's easy enough to "tell" the spell-checker to recognize the versions I want on a go-forward basis by clicking on "add to dictionary."

Sometimes it's totally useless. Let's say I actually couldn't spell a simple word, like... well... "word." Let's pretend I really think it ends with a "g," like so:


Gmail's spell-checker flags that one, of course, but these are the corrections it offers:

w org (Whatever the hell that means!)
Borg (Yeah, no s**t, "Borg." Now why in the world... Oh, wait. Computer programmers. Star Trek. Silly of me.)

Just for giggles, I typed something else, went back to "worg," and tried it again, with slightly different results!


You see my point, right? Neither time was I given the word I really needed.

Just for even more giggles -- yeah, I'm easily entertained today -- I typed in a few random letters: "rlrlt." (I actually get results like that when doing late-night typing in a room lit by only my computer monitor and an antique whale oil lamp. The other night, I typed what I thought was "Papillon," and got "{a[i;;on".)

In response to "rlrlt," I got "Charlton" and "Carlton," which I suppose was Gmail's way of saying, "Dude, we're as confused as you are on this one!"

But I digress.

Another annoying thing is that they haven't programmed it to recognize contractions! Every time I type in a word like "isn't" or "doesn't," the "isn" and the "doesn" are underlined in that palsied red eye-grabber that asks "Are you really sure about this one, dude?"

Yes, I'm sure, thank you very much.

And if that isn't enough, it picks stuff at random! Earlier today, I typed the word "something," and wouldn't you know it, there's that little red underscoring again. So I decided to check their suggestions of alternates, and it actually said, "no suggestions." Nice. They didn't have a specific objection to the word, but they just wanted to tick me off, apparently. Well, it worked.

At least it recognizes "Gmail" as a real word. If it didn't, that'd be more than a little embarrassing. But if you type "gmail" in error, it gives you the following choices:

g mail (Again, whatever the hell that means!)
gm ail (There's a weird one. "G.M. Ale" sounds like the auto company's branched out into the brewing of malt beverages.)

They okay another word that almost everyone on the planet screws up (in terms of upper and lower case), "eBay." But if you've mistakenly typed "Ebay" or "ebay," it won't include the correct replacement in its suggestions!

By the way, I love how we're supposed to pronounce "Gmail" as "gee-mail." Just to be a smartass -- yeah, me, who'da thunk it? -- I constantly pronounce "Kmart" as "k'mart" (like "come on" and "come here" are often abbreviated as "c'mon" and "c'mere."). And when those too dim to realize that I'm making a small joke correct me, I defensively reply, "Well, you pronounce S-M-A-R-T as 'smart,' don't you? You don't say, 'ess-mart!"

[looking at notes] Okay, I'm done. Thanks f--


Nope, nothing funny to wrap this one up with.*

Hey, look, the sign says "David'Z RantZ." It does not say "David'Z RantZ, Always Guaranteed to Leave You Laughing."

So, what, you want your money back?

That's what I thought.

Thanks for your time.

*Hm. Maybe, in a post devoted to correct spelling, I shouldn't break the archaic grammatical rule about having a preposition at the end of the sentence.

I could say something awkward like "nothing funny up with which to wrap this one," but that owes too much to Winston Churchill.

Wait! I have it! A perfect way to re-structure my sentence to avoid the offensive prepositional ending:

"Nope, nothing funny to wrap this one up with... damnit."

What do you think? More better?

Thursday, February 26, 2009

One of the Reasons I Never "Outgrew" Comics

One of the reasons I never "outgrew" comics is that I grew up during that curious time period in which the comics themselves seemed to grow up even as I did. Several titles became -- dare I say it? -- almost "adult" in nature, and that's "adult" meaning "grown-up," not "swear words and cartoon boobs."

And here's one of the coolest moments from one such series, Jim Starlin's take on the Adam Warlock character:

Now, admit it: Haven't we all had moments like this? No? Just me, huh? Crap.

If you're a comic book fan, and you've never read this saga, you really ought to; they're worth the hunt. The original stories in the Starlin Warlock series jumps from one title to another, as you'll see.
  • Strange Tales 178-181 (March-June 1975)
  • Warlock #9-15 (Oct. 1975 - Nov. 1976)
  • Marvel Team-Up #55 (March 1977; This is not a Starlin story, but it was always included in the two reprint editions I list below, and was virtually the only Warlock story that occurred while Starlin otherwise "controlled" the character.)
  • The Avengers Annual #7 (1977)
  • Marvel Two-in-One Annual #2 (1977)
The fourteen issues listed above were also reprinted twice, as two separate six-issue mini-series:
  • Special Edition on Warlock #1-6 (Dec. 1982 - May 1983; reprints only)
  • Warlock vol. 2, #1-6 (May-Oct. 1992; reprints only)
(And we'll just pretend that everything during The Infinity Gauntlet, as good as it was, and everything that came afterwards never happened.)

Thanks for your time.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Curse of the Cat Person (Or, "Is It Possible to Hallucinate on Too Much Caffeine?")

Orson: [hissing] Get that stupid thing outta my face!

David: [puts camera down] Okay, okay! Temperamental little dork. Who do you think you are with this camera-shy bit, anyway? Me?

Orson: Not bloody likely.

David: I wanted a more recent picture of you than the two I always use on David'Z RantZ.

Orson: Tough. Use one of the later ones, where Ninna's holdin' me. Just crop it so she ain't in it. That'd be too distractin', to say the very least.

David: Good idea. [rummages through stack of photos]

Orson: Which one you gonna use? [David shows him] Oooh, good. Has that "blends with the background" thing goin' for it, like The Shadow. Nice background, too, seein' as how I'm sittin'...

David: Watch your mouth...

Orson: Well... let's just say it's easy to see how she bribed you into allowin' her to bring me home in the first place.

David: That's enough; you weren't there yet, anyway. Now get off of my chair. I need to write my blog.

Orson: "Write?" You mean, embed another f**kin' YouTube video, don'tcha?

David: No, I said "write." I also said, get off of my chair! [Orson jumps onto bed.] And watch your language!

Orson: What difference does it make what I say? You'll just censor it with those candy-ass little asterisks, anyway. Like that really fools anybody.

David: Stop being a jerk. Geez! The one day you finally decide to talk, and you have to be a... Hey. Why are you talking? Cats can't talk.

Orson: Don't ask me. [taps David's extra-large coffee mug with his paw] What's in that cup, anyway?

David: Coffee. Only coffee. Doubly-strong coffee, true, but...

Orson: Just put my half of the conversation down to "willing suspension of disbelief," and leave it at that, okay? [pauses] So, what's today's blog topic? Lemme guess: Somethin' about how wonderful your stupid childhood was, and how much today sucks weenies?

David: Something like that. Umm... How did you know?

Orson: [looking at list of last 20 or so David'Z RantZ posts] Playin' the odds. You pretty much phoned in six or seven of these, and as far as those that were directly or indirectly nostalgic... Five, more or less. Hm. Thought there were more. [shrugs... as much as a cat can shrug] Then again, that's only on David'Z RantZ. If we look at the last couple of months' wortha posts on The Lair of the Silver Fox, most of those have been lookin' back at your... [David turns to computer keyboard] Hey! Stop that! Don't you dare!

David: What? What are you talking about?

Orson: You know damned well what I'm talkin' about! You were gonna put in one of those ... those... those little linky things where I said "The Lair of the Silver Fox," weren't you?

David: Yeah. So?

Orson: So... don't distract people from what they're readin' now. Unless you wanna distract them from what they're readin' now.

David: What's that supposed to mean? Why would I want to do that?

Orson: I think it's called "misdirection," ain't it?

David: Misdirection from what?

Orson: From the fact that this blog... I mean, I assume that this post is goin' on the RantZ blog and not the Silver Fox thing, right?

David: Yes...

Orson: Well, sorry to break it to you, bunky, but this blog ain't been so hot lately.

David: You're probably right...

Orson: Probably? Take an honest look at it. Several YouTube videos instead of "real" posts. And some other, "fluff" pieces, padded with -- once again -- those ever-popular YouTube videos.

David: Do you call that Lesley Gore entry....

Orson: No linky thing! No linky thing!

David: Fine.

Orson: No, the Lesley Gore thing was okay, I liked it... but it was still just another one of those "relivin' my wonderful friggin' childhood" posts. And I do like the similar one you're draftin' about Jay Black of "Jay and the Americans" ...

David: [whispering] Sh! You'll spoil the surprise.

Orson: Yeah, right. Whatever. You keep rippin' yourself off. It's like you're relivin' the time during your childhood when you were writin' those Red Raven comics, like you just told about on your Silver Fox blog -- No linky thing! No linky thing! -- and... Hell, instead of the Silver Fox, maybe we should call you the Green Fox. You're so ecologically-friendly, you're recyclin' everything! And by the way, I sincerely hope you don't think no one noticed the similarity between this post and the one Sparkle Plenty did on her Dinosaur Casserole blog a few weeks ago! [David turns to computer keyboard, Orson scratches his right hand] I said no linky things, damnit!

David: OW! That hurt, you fuzzy little f**k-head!

Orson: Now who ain't watchin' his language?

David: [in a mocking tone] Not to worry! I'll just censor it with some of my candy-assed little asterisks!

Orson: Well, anyway, it serves you right. Why can't you ever just refer to one of your fellow Blogger bloggers and leave it at that?

David: It's "friendlier" to new readers of this blog, and to those regulars of mine who don't read everybody I link to.

Orson: The other Blogger bloggers do it.

David: They can do whatever they want. They're adults, and it's not for me to try and tell them what to do. I have too much respect for them.

Orson: Really. I'm impressed.

David: Why?

Orson: I never thought someone could kiss so many butts in one sentence.

David: Ass.

Orson: I heard that...

David: Good for you. So. Any more insults about David'Z RantZ before I actually go back to writing it?

Orson: Do you or don't you agree with me that it ain't been up to snuff lately?

David: Maybe...

Orson: "Maybe," he says. I know you agree. That's why you changed your user name on Blogger from "David'Z RantZ" to "The Silver Fox," isn't it? To draw attention to the blog you're prouder of?

David: Maybe.

Orson: [sounding oddly Jewish] Again with the "maybe." Well, don't let yourself get too puffed up, palsie. Even the Silver Fox blog ain't been all that great lately. Which reminds me: Ain't it time for another hooker story over there? [pauses] Y'know, you keep that up, and people will start thinkin' of you as a one-trick pony! [pauses] You get it? [pauses] Hookers? [pauses] One-trick?

David: I get it. I also "got it" when Paul Howley said it a few weeks ago. Now who's ripping off material?

Orson: Never mind that. [paws... I mean, "pauses"] Hey, I saw that. You were about to type in a linky thing to Paul's Wikipedia entry, weren't you?

David: Well... yeah! I mean, how many people can say that their boss has his own Wikipedia entry?

Orson: Former boss, you mean, from when you worked at the Eisner Award winning pop-culture emporium, That's Entertainment, in Worcester, Massachusetts, over twenty years ago! [pauses] And I'll bet you were gonna link to that, too, huh?

David: I was, but I don't have to, now...

Orson: [makes feline equivalent of a sigh] Fine. Whatever. We all know your blogs are lacking something lately.

David: "We all?" Who's "all?"

Orson: Me, you, and your readers. Ever think that maybe that's why you hardly get any comments lately, except for -- usually -- the same two or three people? I mean, not many of your regulars would bother commentin' just to hurt your feelings by sayin' "Wow, dude, you really suck lately!"

David: Maybe you're right. Comments are down, but the site hits are still right up there where they've always been. So I know my readership is still healthy, but I can't read their minds.

Orson: Maybe you should ask for people to comment more.

David: Ohhh, no! I tried that once, remember?

Orson: That's right. Everyone totally misunderstood you -- even 'though you told 'em, like, three times why you were askin' -- and they thought you were beggin' for comments cuz you were lookin' for love or somethin'. Ha! You? [Orson and David both laugh] Not bloody likely.

David: Think this time, it'll be different?

Orson: [pauses, looks at readers, then back at David] Not really. [pauses again] Anyway, just try to stop dwellin' on how happy you were as a kitten... I mean, as a kid.

David: So, what, I should apologize for having a happy childhood? Not everybody does, you know...

Orson: You're tellin' me! I'm much happier as an adult cat than I was in my... umm... kittenhood.

David: Oh? And why is that?

Orson: You're kiddin', right? When I was a kitten, you never let me out of the house! You'd let me sit on the windowsills, yowlin' through the screen to the outside world, knowing there were other cats out there... especially female cats... but you'd never let me out!

David: Of course not! You hadn't had your shots yet. I didn't want you catching feline leukemia, or rabies, or any other...

Orson: And then when you finally did take me to the vet's for my shots, you had them do that... other thing...

David: Oh, that.

Orson: "Oh, that?" "Oh, that?!?" If someone ever cuts your b***s off, let's see if you can ever think of it as "Oh, that!"

David: Okay, okay, lighten up.

Orson: And why do they call it "fixed," anyway? If anyone ever does it to you, I'll bet you start thinkin' of yourself as "broken!"

David: Enough.

Orson: And I just love the way they left an empty scrotum hangin' back there, like a fuzzy little reminder of what I usedta have! What the hell am I supposed to do with that, use it as a friggin' change purse?!?

David: [pauses] Are you done?

Orson: [checking notes] Yeah.

David: Good. I want to wrap this up.

Orson: Okay, then. [pauses] Say it.

David: Sayyy... what?

Orson: Don't play innocent with me. Say what you always say at the end of your posts. You're so predictable. [pauses] I mean... You are gonna say it, right?

David: Well... yeah.

Orson: Ever think of not saying it, just once?

David: Not really. And it's not a matter of my being predictable. It's... kind of a trademark. Every post ends with it...

David and Orson together: ...or a variation...

Orson: See? Predictable!

David: Bite me. [pause] OW!

Orson: Hey, you said... !

David: You try that again, you... you... you furred turd, and I'll make a throw rug out of you!

Orson: Here's a challenge for you! End this post, right now, without writing your so-called trademarked sign-off! I'll bet you can't do it!

David: That's just... ridiculous.

Orson: You can't do it, can you?

David: Of course I can!

Orson: Can't!

David: What the hell is this, Oscar telling Felix "Break the g******ed cup?" [pauses] Okay! You win! I won't say it! End of post!

* * * * *

That's when I got up from my chair, and walked away from the computer. In fact, I left the room. Hell, I left the apartment, and ran some errands.

When I returned, my cat was sleeping on the bed. He awoke as I entered the bedroom. I sat down in front of the computer to edit our earlier conversation. "Orson, are you going to try to be more civil now?" I asked him.

He just looked at me with a wide-eyed cat look that said, more or less, "Are you expecting an answer from me? Don't you know, cats can't talk?"


Oh, well. Thanks for your ti--

Crap. Crap!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

TV or Not TV

Today's series of videos won't be for everyone. On the other hand, when was the last time -- if ever -- that one of my posts has indeed been "for everyone?"

It's all related to an earlier time of television viewing, but not the actual programs... so if you're sitting there saying, "Who cares?" and wanna leave, that's cool. See you later.

If you're old enough to remember a time when TV stations signed off for the night, and if you were one of those who, like myself, had no official bedtime on any night which wasn't a "school night," the following stuff may all seem a tad familiar... especially if you grew up in New England, specifically the Boston TV viewing area.

Old Test Patterns-IDs From Print - '50s-'60s

WHDH-TV/Channel 5 Moving Day Film (I believe this oldie is even before my time!)

WBZ-TV "Eyewitness News" 1970 (Sorry, no embedded video available!)

WGBH-2 Boston - Sign-Off 1970 (1 of 2)

WGBH-2 Boston - Sign-Off 1970 (2 of 2)

WSBK-TV 38 Boston (re-creation of '60s-'70s ID)

WKBG/WLVI-TV Composite Clip (One of the Boston UHF stations -- Channel 56 -- evolved from WKBG to WLVI during the period in which I aged from childhood to adulthood.)

WSMW-27 -- Worcester (This channel operated less than twenty miles from where I grew up!)

Classic TV Test Patterns

WNAC Movie 7 Opening (1978)

BOSTON TV Test Patterns (NE+NYC) 1980s

BOSTON TV Test Patterns 1980's, Part 2

WNAC-TV Final Sign-Off 1982

WLNE-TV 6 New England Sign-Off 1987

"High Flight" (Several stations across the country used to play this clip -- or one very much like it -- before the very last thing they'd play before sign-off, which was "The Star Spangled Banner."

Actually, I thought of ending today's collection of videos with "The Star Spangled Banner," but didn't want to make you stand up in front of your computer. I mean... You do stand up when our national anthem is played, don't you? (Just speaking to my American readers here, of course!)

Thanks for your time.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Awwwwww! (DRASTICALLY edited.)

The following is a photo from my kindergarten graduation ceremony in 1962! Over the years, more people than I can count have commented on how "cute" it was that I was holding hands with the cherubic little girl at my side.

"Hey, is that a clip-on?"
And dig those baggy pants, Daddy-O!

(I originally posted this with a couple of "male slut" cracks, but a couple of people failed to miss what should have been obvious: I was making those cracks from -- theoretically -- the point of view of my five-year-old self. Anyone my current age who has a "thing" for little girls also needs a bullet in the freakin' head. Anyway, I've deleted those greatly-misunderstood comments for the sake of the humor-impaired.)

Thanks for your time.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

(Relatively) short and sweet:

THE GOOD: Jack Benny, arguably -- but not with me -- one of the greatest comedians ever, was born on this date in 1894.

THE BAD: The infamous St. Valentine's Day Massacre took place on this date in 1929.

...and THE UGLY: It's that time of year again. St. Valentine's Day. So la-dee-da and whoopie-doo, fellow babies.

And as I've said before, if you're one of those people who say "Valentimes," knock it the f**k off.

This is a very important point with me, because I'm such a sentimental guy and all.

Yeah, right.

My unsolicited advice to you on this day: If anyone gives you roses, watch out for the thorns.

(Take that any way you want to.)

Thanks for your time.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

"Other Than... THAT... What Did You Think of the Play, Mrs. Lincoln?"

If he were alive today, Abraham Lincoln would be celebrating his 200th birthday today! That's even older than I am.

The following is from my post of February 19th, 2008, but don't run away yet! There's more new stuff after this lengthy quote, a quote which has been seamlessly edited to remove an aside about our 43rd president.

* * * * *

Ah, Presidents' Day! Or Presidents Day. Not President's Day, unless.... Oh, go read it for yourself, here! The person who wrote up this entry for Wikipedia was picky enough about spelling and grammar to be a kindred soul of mine!

Okay, now if you didn't bother jumping to the Wikipedia entry, here's a spoiler: The federal holiday we call Presidents' Day is still officially known as Washington's Birthday.

I remember when we celebrated the birthdays of two presidents each February, namely Abraham Lincoln and George Washington. Then somebody got the bright idea of smushing the two days together, and they started calling it Presidents' Day. But as time went by, the focus stayed more on George, and less -- a lot less -- on Mr. Lincoln. Most of the tacky Presidents' Day ads I see or hear nowadays refer only to the original George W, "W" meaning Washington, of course.

Poor Abe. Bushwhacked not once, but twice!

* * * * *

And here's Bing Crosby, singing a now-politically incorrect tribute to Lincoln from the film "Holiday Inn," a movie that also introduced a modestly-successful tune called "White Christmas!"

Thanks fo' yo'... I mean, thanks for your time.

P.S. ~~ I should probably mention here that yesterday was the first anniversary of this blog's offical debut here on Blogger. (I previously ran it for three or four years on a site called Diaryland. And that's "Di-a-ry-land," and not "Dairy-land.")

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

One of My Favorite Cartoons (Rated PG-13)

The following cartoon -- and by "cartoon," I mean "one-panel joke drawing" and not "animated film" -- is from the February 1972 issue of Playboy. (WARNING: The cartoon contains "cartoon boobs," i.e., not one, but two drawn depictions of bare female breasts with nipples and everything. Not for the faint of heart. Scroll down at your own peril!)

The caption -- if you can't make it out -- reads "It's today?"

Just wanted to share that with you.

Tomorrow: Happy 200th Birthday, Abe Lincoln!

Thanks for your time.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Wacky Wiki (UPDATE!)

Have any of you noticed that at the top of virtually every article in Wikipedia, it says "From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia."

May I hear a "Well, f***in' DUH!" from the congregation, brothers and sisters?

I haven't seen expository dialogue like that since the days when Mort Weisinger was editing the Superman titles!

Now, it's one thing if a radio or TV announcer tells you who he or she is... For example, "This is Don Wilson saying... " But going to Wikipedia and being told by Wikipedia that you're reading something from Wiki-freakin'-pedia is like visiting at me at my home, and listening to me beginning every single sentence with "This is David, saying... " as I look you in the eye!

Okay. I'm done. [inhales, exhales]

Thanks for your time.

P.S. ~~ One of my readers -- and a mean blogger in his own write... I mean, right* -- is a feller named Shrek, who wrote "Those Wiki pages are mirrored on other sites... "

So, Shrek, are you suggesting that Wikipedia does it to remind people who "borrow" from them that they are in fact borrowing from Wikipedia? So many people on the World Wide Net -- a/k/a the interweb -- just steal stuff lately, it'd be nice if you could find some way to insure that you give credit where credit is due....


The following entry is -- you guessed it! -- "From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia," but naturally, I had to play with it. The crap in italics is all mine. And if Wikipedia would do what I did, they'd be certain to get credit!

"Abraham Lincoln (February 12, 1809 – April 15, 1865) was the 16th President of the United States. [This sentence, and no doubt several to follow, came from Wikipedia.] He successfully led the country through its greatest internal crisis, the American Civil War, preserving the Union and ending slavery. [Didn't wanna bother to put this in your own words, didja, pal?] As the war was drawing to a close, Lincoln became the first American president to be assassinated. [Just did the ol' copy-and-paste, huh, you lazy bastard?] Before his election in 1860 as the first Republican president, Lincoln had been a lawyer, an Illinois state legislator, a member of the United States House of Representatives, and twice an unsuccessful candidate for election to the Senate. [Well, we're gonna find a way to charge you mofos, just you wait'n'see!]"

That'd work, wouldn't it?

(Hm. Just like me to write a "P.S." that's as long as the main post which it follows!)

*I should point out here that Shrek shares the blogging chores with his lady, Fiona, hence the blog's name of "The Ramblings of a Couple Ogres." Her stuff is equally entertaining.
**Obscure John Lennon reference. Sorry... I just woke up.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Repent, Christian!

F***ing Christian Bale, the f***ing star of the last two f***ing Batman movies, as well as the upcoming f***ing Terminator: Salvation, has issued a public f***ing apology for the over-the-top f***ing rant which has recently been all over the f***ing internet.

(Okay, okay, I'll stop. It did sound rather unprofessional, didn't it?)

Yes, fellow babies, as a true "Christian" should, Mr. Bale has seen the error of his ways and he has repented! Hallelujah!

"I know I have a pottymouth, everybody knows that now. I have no confusion whatsoever. I was out of order beyond belief ... I acted like a punk."

A pottymouth. Amazing.

Bale went on to say that he was embarrassed by the way he acted, and that he regrets it. He was having a "bad day," and that he's evidently not dealing well with his relatively new status as an arrogant, over-paid, over-rated a movie star.

"The thing that disturbs me so much is that I've heard a lot of people saying that I seem to think I'm better than anybody else."

Really. Don't know where anyone could have gotten that idea.

But what the hell, all is -- or should be -- forgiven, right? I mean, he has apologized, after all, and...

Wait a minute.

Wait just a damned minute.

This "rant" happened last July, right? So why the hell has he waited until now to apologize?

Ohhh, I get it!

It's only now that the tape surfaced. Until just a few days ago, only a relative handful of people even knew about it.

In other words, he's not sorry he lost his temper in such an unprofessional manner. He's just sorry the public at large found out about it.

Sorry, Mr. B. Too little, too late, as the saying goes.


Thanks for your time.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Special Guest Rant

The ironically-named Christian Bale is at it again. The latest "Batman" actor, who allegedly assaulted his own mum and sis back in July, was recorded delivering the following freak-out on the set of Terminator: Salvation, just days before his arrest for that alleged assault on his own family members! The audio-tape was obtained by What follows is the censored version, which bleeps out 39 instances of the "F" word, or variations thereof!

And if you want to hear the dance mix -- no kidding! -- here it is. WARNING: The language in this video is not censored!

Thanks for your time.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Fifty Years Later...

...and we didn't forget.

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