I finally saw Good Night and Good Luck this weekend. It makes me heart Edward R. Murrow all over again, and grudgingly consider at least the intentions of George Clooney as above solely Facts-of-Life-starter-cum-playboy. Why can't the media be media again? Real media. The kind that thinks. I WANT A THINKING MEDIA, even in an unthinking nation.The movie? It made me remember why many years ago I'd wanted to be a journalistic superstar, championing the calling-out of hypocrisy, furthering tolerance, and progress.
Biggest news being Britney's shaved head, though, and such astonishingly stupid headlines as "Despite Mardi Gras, Life in New Orleans Still Tough For Some," it helps me remember why I opted to enjoy my life rather than beat my head against a wall.
I mean, really? Even though Mardi Gras is happening, life isn't a big, shiny fishbowl of joy? But there are boobies! Boobies GALORE, and you're in New Orleans
...where boobies have been distracting from caring about abject poverty, illiteracy, and general depravity since possibly its inception.
...where boobies have been distracting from caring about abject poverty, illiteracy, and general depravity since possibly its inception. Since I've solved our extinction problem, though, we probably should figure out something to do with New Orleans. And its general mentality.
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Ooolala, you made them all per-ty and sparkly. And oh yes, I rant with thee for a national outcry for serious journalism for we have had enough of... ooooh is that a boobiesaurus?
That 'saur is STACKED!
[techno]
"I want your boobiesaurus. Give me your boobiesaurus."
[series of grunt sounds]
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