Farkin' Links Vol. 122 8/2

On Paul's recommendation, I watched Hotel Rwanda last night(good job, Netflix). In case you don't remember, there was a massacre of about a million Africans in Rwanda back during the good old days of the Clinton administration. I know, we were all busy becoming paper millionaires and ignoring a growing global terrorist problem, but that didn't stop business as usual in Africa. It seems the Hutus and the Tutsis, the two tribes that inhabit Rwanda, decided to start killing each other again on a much grander scale then usual. It resulted in about one million deaths, and as Stalin once quipped,"One death is a tragedy; a million is a statistic." The UN with their useless blue helmeted rapist troops were supposed to be keeping the peace, but they were as efficient as ever. Good thing they were there to keep it only to a million deaths, eh?

Either way, the story follows that of a hotel manager by the name of Paul(which might be why Paul recommended the movie) who fights to keep the Belgium hotel open in order to keep the over one thousand refugees that are staying there from being murdered by using bribery and his connections with those in power. It's basically a black Schindler's List with it's cheesy oscar clip in the middle as opposed to at the end. Instead of weeping that he could have saved another Tutsi with his watch on his arm, he elects to rip off his shirt and start weeping in a closet so nobody can see him(I think Wayne's World has ruined any crying scene for me). The fact that he didn't play a cripple or a retard made it unlikely that he was going to win an Academy Award, but at least he won a nomination to put on his resume. As you can tell, it's about as much fun as a root canal, but it's well acted. For a depressing movie that I'll never watch again, I'll give it a decent 6/10.

"Happiness isn't something you experience; it's something you remember."
--Oscar Levant

Hey Moody, we're going to Berlin when we see the World Cup this summer, right?

Just to prove that everything's better when David Hasselhoff is involved, I'm sending this Pac-Huff link.

Reason # 4,268 why I never want to ride on a motorcycle.

Wow...this game is just like real boxing, without the payoffs and corrupt judges and boring fighters and...well, o.k., I guess it's actually better than real boxing. Not quite up to the standards of Mike Tyson's Punch Out, though.

Well, since Wedding Crashers has once again dominated the box office, I guess it's a good time to post the rules for crashing weddings. Unlike Fight Club, you can pass these around.

T-shirt hell is at it again. This may be the most dangerous shirt you can wear...expect to be beaten to death by a bunch of angry 13 year olds. (Harry Potter spoiler, so please don't go here if you plan on reading it.)

Hmmm...methinks Tara Reid needs another trip to the plastic surgeon's office.

Hehe...I haven't linked anything from Tucker Max lately, but this is a good collection of bj stories. No pics, but content certainly not safe for work.

Yikes! And you thought our tap water was bad.

Some people would say this is an excessive use of force...me? I think it's funny.

Beer...it doesn't just taste so good when it touches your lips, it can also save your children's lives.

Missouri sure is a different realm...

This guy must have had a REALLY good time. It's not a good ad for American Express though...

Jeez, and I thought bacon tasted good on everything. This is going to be an exception.

...and for those of you fellas that are looking to track where all that money you earn goes, check out this site, What a Girl Costs.