Looking for the Ultra Titanium Battlestar Galactica in stores, and running out of luck? Hasbro’s got it for order through their online website. Act quickly — they usually run out of stuff real quick, and they don’t restock.

I saw this on J$’s blog, and couldn’t resist posting it here.

“I’d just like to say that I think it is great that the galaxy’s most feared, notorious, despotic and evil Lord of the Sith lives in a time and a place where he is judged not by where he likes to stick his sith weiner, but by the content of his notorious, feareful, despotic, evil character.”

UPDATE:

Apparently, it’s a photoshop job!

I’m starting to get afraid of Amazon …

How lazy do you have to fuckin’ be? I mean, c’mon.

The Netflix selection currently in my DVD player is Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story,
an attempt at adapting a book largely thought to be “unadaptable.”

The description of the novel on Amazon.com gives some idea of why it might just be regarded such:

…[Laurence Sterne] provides several different channels of narration and never really settles on a main plot thread; he interrupts the flow of one narrative with another, delivering narrative flights of fancy like a marriage contract, a sermon, a notice of excommunication from the Catholic Church, a travelogue for France and Italy, and amusing anecdotes about extracurricular characters. In this way he presages the modernism of many twentieth century authors. [H]e does not restrict his text to English words; he intersperses Greek, Latin, and French passages where he likes, and on occasion he does not even use words at all, but symbols and glyphs to express certain concepts. A cross appears in the print when a character crosses himself; a character’s death is memorialized by a black page; a blank page is provided for the reader to draw (mentally or physically) his own vision of the voluptuous Widow Wadman, who has a romantic eye for Toby; long rows of asterisks and dashes are used for things that are better left unsaid. At one point Sterne even draws squiggly lines to illustrate the sinuosity of his narrative, celebrating his own whimsy.

And as it turns out, the book is unadaptable. I’m not quite convinced that the cast & crew ever seriously expected to be able to make a successful adaptation, or if they always all along intended for the film to be more of a documentary, following the stars and crew as they try — and fail — to bring this clearly very strange book to the silver screen. At one point, lead Steve Coogan is upside down in a mock womb, trying difficultly to express why he finds it so difficult to take himself seriously: “I’m upside down … talking to a camera … in a fucking womb!”

This is one seriously fucked up movie. It’s grrrreat!

Lee at RTftLC saw the trailer for Mel Gibson’s new “work of art“, and he’s pretty sure Mel’s high.

Maybe that’ll be Mel’s excuse for the ‘Hitler channeling’ he was doing the other night when he got pulled over by the poh-leece. “Oh, s’ok, I was just hiiiigh, maaaan.”

Sunday afternoon, I took a delivery back to the scene of late Saturday night’s “chuggin’” home. The same girl who’d greeted me at the garage the previous night greeted me at the door with a statement somewhere between “Oh, it’s you!” and “There’s a Death Metal Band in my skull, and they won’t shut up.”