The original lineup of Duran Duran have re-united and are putting out a new CD this year and going on tour. My sisters and I were huge fans in the 80s, and we each had our own favorite (no need to share!): Simon was mine, Nick was Sheila's and Andy was Mary's. Can you say psyched?! ;)

From their official site, a current photo. They're looking pretty good, and Simon seems to be in one of his non-chubby phases.

Does Geraldo have to be the center of a controvery at all times?

Hello! It's not always about you, Geraldo.

My Knight in Shinging Armor?

Heath Ledger: You like them with a drop dead
gorgeous smile, cute accent and from the Land
Down Under.

Alright by me.



Which guy are you destined to have sex with?
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(thanks, snarkcake)

Bank robber shoves exploding dye pack down his pants. Insert punchline here.

Adult Film Title of the, er...Moment: A Cockwork Orange tee hee

CNN reports on the blogs of soldiers.

Connie Chung has her nights free now.

Why aren't we hearing more war protest songs?

Update: Ask a question, get an answer.

Andrew, Buffy's live-in hostage/baker/videographer, and my favorite of the Evil Trio, gets the Zap2it treatment.

And don't forget - new Buffy tonight! And a new 24! Woohoo!

Another missing girl has been found alive, traveling with the man who took her. While this story and the Smart case both have welcome happy endings (relatively happy, I guess), I do have to wonder if they haven't revived some long abandoned false hopes for some families. Even though the chances that a child that's been missing for years is still alive, could some of these parents be thinking now that maybe there is a chance that their kid, who they likely have accepted as dead by now, could be wandering around out there, somewhere all these years? How torturous that must be.

As you can see in the sidebar, I'm reading Stephen King's Dreamcatcher right now, but there was another one in between that I'd like to recommend: Harlan Coben's Gone for Good.

If you liked Tell No One, you'll love this one.

I've added a page to the site where I will be periodically posting the latest news on the effort to save Farscape. Click here to check it out.

Sir Ian McKellen is keeping an X-Men 2 diary - Magneto's Lair. I had fun trying to find Hugh Jackman in the photo on the deck at Point Grey (Patrick Stewart was easy, though).

News Fatigue

So, how are we all holding up under the "all war, all the time" coverage by cable television? I cracked some time last Thursday, I think. I'm not ignoring the war - I just get my news in other ways - NPR, news websites. I just can't stand the constant speculation and the sea of talking heads, maps and that silly pointer thingy that Charlie Gibson is always carrying around. Monty Ashy, from teevee.org, sums up my feelings on this much better than I can in this station break. Excerpt:

You know how on the Home Shopping Network, they have to talk about each object for a certain amount of time? So the anchors bring out, say, a tennis bracelet and then have to wax enthusiastic about its many fine properties for twenty minutes. Except they quickly run out of properties and are reduced to just vamping on how shiny it is. The desperate improvising is pretty painful to watch sometimes, because there's only so many times you can repeat the same things.

Constant news coverage is a lot like that. When something happens, they have something to talk about. And then it might be twelve hours before something new happens, so they're stuck talking about the same thing for twelve hours. Frankly, I'd rather wait until the whole thing is over and then read about it in some kind of overall context.

Now, on a related note...at the risk of sounding like an insensitive ass, I wanted to ask you guys a question. (and this is not meant to be funny) Now that the unfortunate but inevitable casualties are beginning to add up, does anyone else notice a pattern here? Are we our own worse enemy?

The final episode of Farscape airs tonight, Friday March 21, at 8:00 P.M on SciFi. That's just not right.

Save Farscape.

Lurid does not even come close to accurately describing testimony at the federal trial of former Waterbury Mayor Philip Giordano. This article was from early yesterday, and he did indeed end up taking the stand. I haven't read any news reports, but my mother tells me that his defense is that the reason he demanded that the 8 year-old be brought to him by her prostitute aunt is that he was aroused by the idea of having the little girl in the room next door while the aunt performed oral sex on him. Nice. And bullshit.

My mother said he also admitted, with his wife in the courtroom, that he had had a relationship with the prostitute for 9 years and had engaged in 6 extramarital affairs (all meetings apparently taking place in his semen-soaked office), and he hasn't even been married for 10 years! How can his wife sit there and listen to that crap and still defend him? How can she watch videotape testimony from the little girl, in which she describes in great detail the sex acts she performed on the mayor, and still sit in the courtroom, providing moral support to her husband? What is wrong with her?

For comprehensive reporting on the case, go here. I know what I'll be reading at lunchtime.

Update: Guilty. Besides a possible life term, he has the state's sexual assault charges and federal corruption charges to look forward to; may he rot in jail.

Wow, with all the news of war bombarding me, I had no idea that Colorado just got seven feet of snow!

As the country is moved into orange mode, I just want to ask that you all keep yourselves safe, and try not to travel anywhere unless you absolutely have to, OK?

Oh my word, Dick Smothers' little boy (Dick, Jr....ahem) is a porn star.

Update: Visual aid.

Christopher Walken: America's most beloved psycho. He's one scary dude, but he is so cool. As with Gene Hackman or Michael Caine, even a crappy movie is worth watching if he's in it. (see Suicide Kings). He's the master of creepy (God, I can barely look at him in Sleepy Hollow), but I like him best when he's playing a more real person, and especially when he's being funny. He kills me every time I see him play the Continental on SNL. I bought The Dead Zone on DVD last Halloween. Might be time to watch it.