Cugalabanza

Nobody wants to hear about what you had to do to become a mod. Anwyay, welcome to 2nd place, goat !@#$er.

And yet strangely forgiving of convicted female teacher sex offenders.

I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues.

It's always hard to rank, especially when I'm a big fan of them all. I guess I'd do it like this... 1. Down By Law 2. Broken Flowers 3. Night on Earth 4. Dead Man 5. The Limits of Control 6. Coffee and Cigarettes 7. Mystery Train 8. Ghost Dog 9. Stranger Than Paradise 3 through 7 are really all tied for me--I could have rearranged these any way at all. Coffee And Cigarettes is especially hard to place because it has really amazing moments but also some dead spots. I agree with you on Stranger Than Paradise. It just doesn't really do it for me that much. A lot of critics gobble it up though. I'm willing to give it another shot. I've seen Fishing With John and I like it, but that's really a John Lurie project. Jarmusch just appears in it.

Happy Birthday, World!

Wow, this thread really is extreme!

Speaking of... I just saw The Limits Of Control. Have you seen that one? I liked it very much. Definitely meant to vex the blockbuster crowd and to defy explanation. I can understand how some would hate it and call it slow & intentionally obscure, but I loved it. Every shot looked amazing. It would be a disservice to try to say any more about it.

Uh oh, dangerous clash of musical styles. Two extremely different songs in my head at the same time. Slight headache, wooziness... getting worse... feeling disoriented... pressure... Great, now my mind is blown again.

Sounds like you got a case of "Borderline" Personality Disorder. Sorry.

One of my favorite Paul Simon songs. Sticks in my head like crazy. Mama, don't take my Kodachrome away.

You shouldn't let iconic rock stars tell you what to do all the time. You need to be more assertive. Jim Morrison tried to get me to steal a car once. I was like "Look, Jim, I don't mean to be rude but please stop trying to push off your reckless lifestyle choices on me. Also, knock it off with all that lizard king poetry garbage--nobody likes that." He was kind of mad, but eventually he came to respect me for it I think.

Reservations for dinner with the gf at one of our favorite places. Then home, a couple drinky-poos, spin some records, maybe finish Deadwood season one on dvd... If she plays her cards right, maybe she'll get some of this [points towards pants]

After a while, you get pretty good at the quick scoopy motion that sort of goes around the poop and gets a lot of grass around it. But you better believe I make sure that bag has no holes in it first.

Sometimes when I'm outside walking my dog and I'm bending over to pick up poop off the ground with a inside-out plastic grocery bag on my hand, I think: what interesting little tidbit can I write in the last post thread? I haven't thought of anything yet, but one of these days it might happen.

There's one perk with the Kindle that has kind of spoiled me. I love how you can get an instant dictionary definition of any word as you're reading. Sometimes when I'm reading an actual physical book or magazine I almost forget that I can't just scroll to a word on the page and be told what it means.

I've had my Kindle for a year. The experience of reading a real book vs. on the device has become pretty much indistinguishable. The Kindle has the advantage of being a little easier to handle. For example, if I'm sitting there with a bagel sandwich and a coffee, I don't need to keep a finger on the page to keep it from flipping back. I can just rest it on the table and have my hands free while I keep reading.

I hereby declare myself to be the Champion of 2010.

[sneaks up from behind...] KABLAMM!!! I win.

And I thought the donkey punch was too much.

From what I've heard from those who've seen the photo, it's more like "Pick four and a half."

Such a wonderful precious child. We're raising him to do whatever he wants, to foster his natural sense of whimsy. He likes to stare at the sun and cross the street without looking. We bought him a brand new iPhone you know. Ah yes, he's our sweet little miracle.

Awww, let the boy play his game a little longer. He's such a good boy. Like an angel, this one.

Such a sweet boy.

What a precious boy. What a sweet sweet child. All he wanted to do play his little game on his electronic toy. And the world won't let him. Shame! Shame on you, mean old world. You've bruised not only an arm, but the special wonderful magic of a precious boy's imagination.