Kathy Shaidle says that as a late-night host, he may actually become funny.
I guess we’ll see.
Kathy Shaidle says that as a late-night host, he may actually become funny.
I guess we’ll see.
A perspective, from Mark Steyn.
Among other things, they don’t like the dating pool. I wonder if The Big Bang Theory helps, or hurts with that perception?
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This seems vaguely related: Redefining boyhood. As a disease to be treated.
I guess you could say it’s a pre-existing condition.
A review.
I bought a Sony Blu-Ray player around Christmas time that has a lot of streaming built in, and moved the Roku to the bedroom. Not sure the features justify an upgrade for me right now, but if you don’t have such a device, it looks pretty cool.
A righteous rant. As Glenn notes, a lot of web designers are young, with good eyesight, and monitors the size of a drive-in theater screen.
But now I’m thinking I should go look at my own style sheet.
Chad Orzell has some problems with the reboot. So do I and while it’s not his main concern, he puts his finger on it:
The bit where he called out young-Earth creationism for the impoverished scale of its vision was cute, too, though I’m not sure it was all that necessary or useful (in that the people who believe that won’t be watching, and wouldn’t be convinced), but then the show has clearly established a pattern of throwing red meat to the anti-religious from time to time.
Yes, if by “from time to time” he means every episode so far. I’m not traditionally religious, but I find it gratuitous and off putting. The writers and Tyson seem to get some sort of righteous satisfaction from putting a rhetorical thumb in the eyes of believers. It does not advance science, or their own secular religious cause.
It’s the end of a Bleat era. Lileks reviews the concluding episode.
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In which he has a brief conversation with a building that’s going to be demolished.
Lileks describes:
Woody Allen has put more wood in the mouth of his characters than the guy who invented the disposable tongue depressor. Perhaps it’s this: Allen is a nihilist whose characters search for meaning; the Coen Brothers are romantics whose characters confront reality. The former example is grounded in the futility of it all; the latter is a caution against finding too much meaning in the swells and peaks and troughs of life. Not to say you shouldn’t look: that’s what art is for, as “Finding” clearly suggests. Something makes him sing like that. But in the end it’s not art that redeems him. The idea seems ridiculous, a sophomoric conceit.
RTWT.
It’s a zombie novel. I think he’s actually been writing fiction much longer than his non-fiction war reporting. That only started after 911.
Foreigners explain.