Machete

It is completely awesome that Robert Rodriguez made a movie that appeals to the part of me that is a 14-year-old boy and likes to see things blowing up and people getting their heads chopped off, and also appeals to the part of me that is a sensitive lefty and attends No One Is Illegal events.

Most cathartic film since Inglourious Basterds.

<3 <3 <3

I think I just found a way to save the publishing industry

If you are going to burn a book, any book, the way I see it, you've got three options.

1) You steal it. If you are a religious nutjob, you will probably not do this.

2) You take it out from the library. You should not do this because librarians know where you live, and they are not people to be trifled with.

3) You buy it. This is really your only practical option for mass burnings*.

Except, then, you are upping the sales of the very book you claim to hate so much. And financially supporting the publishers and booksellers, who, let's face it, need any sale they can get these days, and don't really care what you do with a book once you buy it.

Really, everyone wins.

* Obviously, there have been historical cases where book-burners raided universities or parents took their children's possessions to burn. But I have a hard time imagining that Bible-beaters already owned copies of the Qu'ran.

Is this nonsensical or am I just tired?

Stephen Harper wants you to think that he likes Tim Horton's, but he totally doesn't.

The article itself is completely incoherent, though in fairness, the idea of Canadian teabaggers makes even less sense than the idea of American teabaggers and thus Delacourt is already beginning from a place of utter absurdity.

Still, I love the image of Harper and Ignatieff secretly drinking hot chocolate and tea, respectively, in order to seem like Men of the People. Everyone knows that if you hate Tim Horton's, you hate Canada. And also probably sunshine and puppies. Hell, everyone knows what their beverage of choice really is.*

I really ought to become a whacked-out pundit so that I can start a pseudo-populist movement where we send our "Roll Up the Rim to Win" rims to the PMO until he caves to my increasingly extreme demands.

* The blood of the working class, sometimes topped up with a shot of orphan tears.