May18
…set in an asteroid mine.
…set in an asteroid mine.
I have some thoughts on a bad reboot of a terrible old show, over at PJMedia.
Lileks has a review of the sixties series (scroll down).
I never liked it, myself. Thought it was stupid.
A different take on CSNY’s “Ohio.”
Time to retire it. Let’s do it for the women.
She’s kind of like the health care bill–you have to elect her to find out what’s in her.
It spent its fury on the southeastern part of the state, which got 15 inches of snow. All of which will melt and soak the soil and well, well, what do you know: the drought lifts. The dryness of the last few years is forgotten as the mean reasserts itself over the long run of the decade, which itself will be a wink, a blip, an inhalation to the next decades exhalation, just as the universe itself is a bang at the start and a great collapse at the end, like two flaps of a heart valve. Assuming there’s enough matter to cause the universe to contract, that is. I hope so. I hate the idea that it begins with a great gust of matter, spreads and cools and ends in silence. Because that would make the universe, in essence, a sneeze.
Geshundheit.
That are killing you.
Oh, barf.
Asking the important questions: How and what did they eat?
Thoughts from Ann Althouse:
I really do find the shots of the audience quite sickening. Do they not realize how they look? It’s an anti-advertisement for the services they’d like to sell us. They seem utterly unprepared to confront power. I’m thinking: This is something that should be done in private, like masturbation. Then I realize: This is the public show. Imagine what they do in private.
I’m going to try not to. Apparently they have absolutely no self-awareness of how they look to those of us not so smitten.
A symposium, in San Diego. It looks interesting — I may go. Could be an opportunity for book sales and signings.
Steve Hayward wonders if there could be a sitcom about think tankers.
Actually, it would be amusing to see the interactions between denizens of, say, AEI and Brookings. And imagine the snark from Cato, CEI and Reason. I’d cast Katherine Mangu-Ward as herself. But Kate Micucci might be able to do the job, too. And then there’s Jonah.
Someone needs to work up a treatment, stat.
West Wing (the teevee show, not the section of the White House) isn’t real:
The American President and The West Wing are not searing portrayals of effective political management. They’re drama. The first question a dramatist asks is not “Is this how it really works?” but “Is it entertaining?” And the second is “Can the audience understand this in less than thirty seconds?” Veracity is way, way down the list. If you want a clue to how realistic it all is, consider that Aaron Sorkin awarded Jed Bartlett the Nobel Prize in Economics. Then go interview some Nobel Prizewinning Economists and ask yourself whether a single one of them would have the desire, or the ability, to run for president.
Jed Bartlett doesn’t win policy debates because of his amazing tactical skills, his overpowering arguments, or the sheer persuasiveness of his granite-faced brand of urbane folksomeness. He wins them because Aaron Sorkin is a liberal and he wants Republicans to lose on the major issues. Unfortunately for liberals, Tom Coburn and John Boehner don’t have their lines faxed over from Hollywood every morning.
Their problem is, as Obama once said of himself, that they believe their own bull****.
I wouldn’t call these “insane lengths.” Insane lengths would have been building their own large-volume sound stage in orbit.
Ed Driscoll has some thoughts on 1968, the Year That Sucked, at least until almost the end. I remember waking up to my clock radio, announcing the assassination of Robert Kennedy.
And yes, for those who watched, last night’s episode was (predictably?) depressing.
I was thinking about going to Anaheim this weekend to see Detroit play the Angels, but I’m sure glad I didn’t go today. I just turned on the game, and saw that they were down 9-0 in the bottom of the first inning Must have been a real pitching collapse. And not much hope for a comeback, given how lousy they’ve been hitting recently.
Michael Stracynski explains why most of it is awful.
Jeff Foust has a piece up on the topic over at The Space Review.
…had been on Facebook. It’s dark humor, and similar to this golden oldie.
That is to say, a righteous screed about suburbia and authenticity,and our intellectual betters (just ask them!) in the “studies” departments, by Lileks, unleashed by the not-to-be-lamented death of Paolo Solari.
You know, it strikes me that these snotty urbaphiles should love the idea of space colonies, at least in the regard of their being planned communities.
It’s not just awful politics, but a terrible movie. I wonder what Ebert would have thought about it?
Some definitions you can use on April 1st.
…are very different from print books.
[Update a while later]
Sorry, I’ve solved the mystery of the missing link.
We need to figure out how to put together an ad campaign around this theme.
It’s no contest.
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Mike Hammer
by Rand Simberg on May 20, 2013 at 8:49 amNoire made hilarious. By Lileks, of course.