A Man Of Few Words

For the time being, anyway. Apologies for not being my usual loquacious self. My only excuse is that my mind is elsewhere... and, alas, not the sort of "elsewhere" wandering minds prefer!

So, how about a link to jumping cats?

Update: Might as well offer a potpourri while I am here...

Just what the world needed: A beer advertisement that cleverly (ab)uses Carl Orff's Chiquita Banana, Carmen Miranda, whatever.

Soldiers in Iraq are using advanced technology to save lives.

Barbeque is indeed pulled pork smothered in red sauce, but as a native Memphian I must add that the sauce should be sweet rather than sour, the meat should have some gristle, and the environment is absolutely vital: It is not real barbeque unless it is homemade or comes from some hole-the-wall restaurant. High dining barbeque is a myth.

California is preparing for a real-life remake of The Birds.

Senator John Kerry is trying desperately to be taken seriously, and failing comically.

Would this discovery qualify as good sex, or bad sex?

One of the title characters in "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe" is rather wooden. Guess which one.

South London is dreaming of a politically correct Christmas. Not to be outdone, Brussels is dreaming of a politically correct Christ. (The Grinch could not be reached for comment.)

German authorities are not all smiles and sunshine: Some of Germany's taxes recently went toward the creation of Jew-hating agitprop.

Slither looks like another movie I can miss. The trailer brings back too many memories of cleaning aquariums.

Speaking of creepy things (hello, Mr. Carter), check out the National UFO Reporting Center.

And speaking of spacey things (hello, Mr. Luthor), it looks like Pluto has new-found companionship.

Film Music on the Web has my Cinderella Man and Jericho/The Ghostbreaker reviews.

For more aural goodness, try the archived shows at Mercury Theatre on the Air.