Fahrenheit 9/11. Pretty much everything that’s been said about it is true. It’s heartbreaking; it’s manipulative; it’s old news; it’s a powerful evidentiary hearing in the case against the Bush administration. Ultimately, it’s simply frustrating. While it won’t likely change the minds of the staunchest Bush supporters – who wouldn’t see a Michael Moore documentary
louder than words: reloaded differed from the Matrix sequel I jokingly subtitled it after in two significant ways: 1) It didn’t completely and unnecessarily alter its tone from its original incarnation; 2) The turnout was much lower. In fact, the paid turnout was exactly the same as the last show back in May: 21. One
Pumpkin Seeds: Butterflies in my Stomach Edition
1. Tonight is another louder than words and yes, it’s true, it could very well be the last one. That’s my attitude going into it, at least. A lot of it is riding on how I feel by the end of the show. 2. Right this minute, I feel like it could go either way.
Attn: Department of Homeland Security
While catching up on the news this morning, I came across the following information buried in some left-wing propaganda on the “record-breaking” box office for Fahrenheit 9/11 that leads me to believe an insidious act of terrorism has been successfully launched on our soil: The Wayans brothers’ comedy “White Chicks,” about two black FBI agents
Yummy Sandwich: Revisited
Due to a sudden rise in Google searches for “Yummy Sandwich” leading to my journal over the weekend, and a couple of sad attempts at revisionist spin in my comments section, let’s recap for the newcomers. 1) On May 20, 2004, I wrote about Yummy Sandwich’s Powerpoint presentation and it’s questionable use of “illegal immigrants”
FLATLAND: The Village Gar’tor
By St. Cuthbert’s beard, I signed up for the military to kill Orcs! Kobolds and half-orcs and the ignorant humans willing to deal with them were not what I’d expected. Never mind the undead! If I wasn’t disappointed when they split Leoroar and I into different units, I certainly was when I fell beneath the
Comical Stereotypes
SCENE: Midtown Comics, East-side. A half-block-long line of stereotypical geeks, mostly male, and a smattering of normal-looking geeks, all male. I like to believe I’m one of the latter. There was a time when I would have felt extremely self-conscious in a situation like that, standing on line outside a comic book store waiting to
One last time, with enthusiasm! For more info.
Pumpkin Seeds: Post-Father’s Day Edition
1. Isaac, my 3.5 year old son, can’t understand why mommy and daddy can’t stay in bed with him and watch Noggin instead of going to work. Frankly, neither can I.
Making Connections
You’re not a poet, you just slam a lot. I should note that I tend to define slam poets in a very general sense, beyond the specifics of the actual competition. IMO, non-competing poets that read frequently at slam-affiliated open mics are also slam poets, looking for and benefitting from the audience the competition attracts