Monday, September 12, 2005

Farkin' Links Vol. 145 9/12

I hope you all had a nice weekend; mine was nice and restful. It's a nice change of pace from last week's 20 miles of hiking through the god forsaken moonscape that is Bryce Canyon and freezing my ass off in a tent while rocks dig into my back. You never realize how important a comfortable bed is until you sleep on the ground. Although I didn't catch up on my Netflix, I did end up finding the Thin Man movie series on DVD; all six movies and an extra disc on the two stars, William Powell and Myrna Loy. These are those black and white movies that my dad would force me to watch kicking and screaming that I'd end up really enjoying. The original movie is based on the last book written by Dashiell Hammet, who, despite the girly name, was the man who pioneered the hard boiled detective novel and also wrote another classic, the Maltese Falcon(He also was a pinko-commie which got him locked up for a time during the 50's). The book is rather dark and cynical as all his stories were, involving a tough detective who has married into money and enjoying the good life until he's dragged into a murder mystery involving a case he worked on years before. The movie, on the other hand, is a fun, clever, hilarious comedy/murder mystery that's completely dominated by the personalities of the two principal characters, Nick(William Powell) and Nora(Myrna Loy) Charles. Nick plays the tough detective, far more concerned with his next martini than displaying any of this supposed toughness and Nora is his socialite wife who, as well as being completely unflappable, enjoys verbally sparring with her husband at every opportunity. The plot in all the movies is completely superflous; some person is murdered, then another, all while Nora tries to get her husband involved in solving the case. The final scene is always the same; all the suspects brought together in a room to review the case until one of them slips up and confesses in a way that only happens in the movies. You don't watch the movies for that, you watch it for the interaction between the surprisingly happy, playful, and alcoholic married couple that is the Charles'. Watching the first one reminded me of why I really loved these movies, now I can't wait to watch the rest.

"Getting caught is the mother of invention."
--Robert Byrne


Hehe...this almost happened when I sent out that link with the Harry Potter spoiler shirt. I think Moody might have killed me had he read it.

Wow...here's a clip from Saturday Night Live that's featuring Paris Hilton and is actually funny. I'm not sure which part is stranger. Either way, I wanna role my 12 sided dice, baby...

Dick Cheney is such a liar. There's no way this is the first time someone told him to go pho-k himself. Of course, anyone foolish enough to do so probably didn't get another chance as they mysteriously disappeared.

Nice save, newsbabe. At least we know what you're doing for the weekend...

Wow...I had no idea Lego were so damn touchy. What happens if I say Legos, exactly? Are they going to send the Lego police after me?

I have no idea who the hell is on the University of Kentucky football team, but suddenly I really, really want them to win.

I haven't linked to any bold shirts that'll get your ass kicked lately, so here's an entire page. I especially love the "Army of Two" shirt.

For the "Japanese people are crazy" link...I just have this simple pic. As the saying goes, a picture is worth a thousand words. "What the hell is going on!?" are definitely some that would fit here.

You wanna know what's a perfect demonstration of being a dick? Stabbing a baby.

Jeez, I guess they don't build them like they used to.

In case you didn't know(and why the hell would you?), it was World Naked Gardening day on Saturday. Definitely not safe for work.

Are cops becoming bigger pussies or do they just like shooting people with taser guns? Why can't it be both?

Hmmm...so that's what Tony's cousin was doing last week.

How do you know it's a slow newsday? When you can have a six page article on making a hamburger. Isn't there some girl missing in Aruba they can talk about instead?

I've said it before and I'll keep saying it; I love foreign commercials. Not only is the guy's moustache not safe for work, the gratuitous nudity isn't either.

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