What’s on YOUR mind?
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What’s on YOUR mind?
More of this sex
Crazy.
Pretty sure dis one’s from da grand banks’a Noofinland, b’y.
Or perhaps this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpRvY1kZxYY&list=UUx7jt4I-KPT6guTWwLxn50w&index=7&feature=plcp
Jon Stewart about the Emergency Broadcast System:
“Who came up with— If you’re not watching TV or listening to the radio, do they just come to your door? You know what the Emergency Broadcast System is a test of?”
“Uh, is this a test?”
“Your remote control.”
“Oh.”
“I just think that we, as a country, we need a new enemy.”
“Yeah…”
“You know, we were so much happier when we had Communism to blame things on, and then Saddam Hussein for that weekend. You know, everything was just so much better. We need a new enemy. I was thinking Canada. You know, they’re kinda pussies, they’re near by, and if they don’t think we’d bomb them, I mean, we bombed Somalia. A country without copper wiring.”
“That’s true.”
“That’s our legacy, you know: smart bombs, stupid children. In the next war, we’ll probably—the bombs will be way too smart and valuable. We’ll just have to drop illiterate schoolchildren on the country we’re fighting.
Ben, if I’ve been acting a little weird, I apologize. I just was overwhelmed by this wave of guilt and remorse that maybe in some way I had left a void in your life, you know? I feel like ever since your mother left that I’ve been overcompensating, you know, trying to be both father and son to you. No, that’s not right. Trying to be—”
“Fath-father and mother.”
“Right.”
“Well, I think, you know, it works both ways. In a way, I’ve tried to be wife and son to you. And, uh, that’s confusing, because—”
“H-how about a truce, you know? How about I’m your father—”
“Let’s just pick a role. I’ll be wife, you be son.”
“You always get to be the wife.”
“Alright, well let’s try it for a week and then we’ll switch it up.
WHAT THE FUCK? Not only is this trailer HORRIFIC in every way, but I CANNOT understand why this movie was written, produced, backed by Lionsgate, or why Demi Moore would stoop SO LOW!—well, not that she isn’t already kind of a joke. What is the world? hahaha
I’m not sure what I love more about this, Carl Sagan’s charm, Orson Welles’ inability to move anything but his head due to the girth of his body, or the way Orson Welles can turn the recitation of mundane events into a tale of horror simply by shifting his eyes mysteriously as if he’s reliving everything again and it’s all very traumatic.
I want to make a movie about him. This is one of the most pathetic things I’ve ever seen. The people in memes trying to get their fifteen minutes. “Mom! I really made something of myself. I’m ‘Scumbag Steve,’ Mom. Don’t you know what that means? I’m somebody now, Mom.”
Here’s a link to his rap song about being Scumbag Steve:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DF8cmBV7dRY
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