Farkin' Links Vol. 89 6/14

Last night I did a disastrous signing, but this time it wasn't in the hood. It was actually in a great neighborhood full of million dollar homes and minor celebrities. The woman doing the signing turned out to be the sister-in-law to this comedian who has his own TV show on ABC called Rodney. Uriel insists he's heard of this guy, but hasn't heard of this show; it does look like a spoof show you'd see on Seinfeld, like that movie Sack Lunch. I certainly didn't recognize him and he didn't seem to take offense; he didn't even bring up what he did. Of course, if my show looked like that, I probably wouldn't either.

I forgot to mention that I watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith the other night. The basic plot is about a married couple who are both assassins for super secret organizations, have hidden it from each other since their marriage and have to eliminate each other once their secret is blown. It's a strange hybrid of a movie; it seemed that the writer wanted it to be a subtle, suspensful black comedy much like the original version whereas the the studio decided they needed crap "blowed up" and people shot or stabbed every 20 minutes or so. Too slow to be an action movie, yet too filled with mindless violence to be called clever in any way, it's basically a Frankenstein's monster that only a committee could have stitched with every Hollywood cliche that is held together only by the star power and chemistry of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. I have to admit, I really enjoyed both of their performances; I always thought of both of them as good supporting actors but not really strong enough to carry a movie. Still, this epic failure manages to be fun and entertaining for a couple of hours, although I've already forgotten most everything that happened. I'll give it a 5.5/10, with an extra .5 for Vince Vaughn. When they let him, he's one of the funniest men in movies today.

"Never judge a book by its movie."
--J. W. Eagan


This is just...sick and wrong. Still, I'm sure it reminds Vicky of a usual Saturday night, right?

You'd think I would get sick of seeing people smoke themselves on off roading vehicles...but you'd be wrong.

People like Mahir are why I really enjoyed my trip to Turkey..."Who is want to come TURKEY I can invitate ....."

I'd make fun of people in the 17th and 18th century for playing with dolls, but it's not like they had t.v. to waste their time.

Hey Ben Wu...I have a project for you. I want a Zoolander phone!

This is the first case I've ever heard of a cow going people tipping. I guess they just don't see the irony of it in Nigeria.

I think this blog might just be a cry for help.

Hey...that's pretty cool. Google really does know everything! Including where in the world Carmen Sandiego is!

Hoooooookaaaay....here we have a weightless spooky tootsie roll for our silly ebay auction of the day. This person put a lot of effort into this nonsensical story, so read it.

I wonder if Karl Malone will be advertising for this site now that he gave up on Rogaine?

Hmmm...this is a perfect reason never to marry a person obsessed with Star Wars.

This is a fun little shooter...pretend you're Clint Eastwood, the cool one from the westerns, not the old guy with rouge making crappy dramas like Mystic River.

Wow...I dunno about posting on the internet for all to see is what I'd do if I wet my pants.

This may be the creepiest doll company I've ever seen. If I had one of these as a kid, I would have buried it in the backyard.

Joe Doh is a formidable opponent. Tread with care...but he's good practice if you're going to join that Rock, Paper, Scissors championship this year.

This story gives me much confidence in the Indian law enforcement department. I can't wait to go and give a police officer an atomic wedgie.

For the "Japanese people are crazy" link of the day, we have a train groping scam which netted 100 million yen. Only in Japan. I hope Alex didn't pay too much to make this go away.

I GOT A BROTHER!?!

Ooohhh...how to extract DNA? Mr. Wizard would be proud.

...and I thought ebay had the strangest auctions.