Say what you will about the tenets of National Socialism, dude, but those motherfuckers sure dressed sharp.

I ran across this rather exhaustive deconstruction of the political philosophy of modern conservatism qua David Frum today. It's an interesting read, and I tip my hat to anyone who not only has the intestinal fortitude to read David Frum, but to also legitimacy his "ideas" by devoting such attention to them. But the best part for me was the hypothetical exchange between Bearded Guy and Frum and the coining of the phrase "sartorauthoritarianism."

Meetiquette

Question: is it cool to schedule a meeting right at the end of the day? I've one today that's suppossed to go until 4:30. Now, usually, 4:30 hits and I'm sliding down that fuckin' brontosaurus tail. If I'm still sitting in there at 4:31, I'm-a gonna be pissed.

Hitlerphobia!

I just spent 15 minutes making this:



You know: for kids.

The first rule of food court Chinese is "do not eat food court Chinese."

If you fail to abide by that rule, the second rule of food court Chinese is "never get the fried rice."

Today I saw a bike courier give a motorist the finger for turning into an intersection and enroaching on his (the courier's) space. Trouble is, the dipshit fuckface courier was riding through the crosswalk at the time and, after flipping the bird, he zipped off down the sidewalk at a pretty good clip. Times like that, I really wish I had a poking stick. The spectacle of one of those assholes sailing through the air and getting impromptu sidewalk dental work would sure have brightened my shitty day.

le Cinéma

I dunno if it's cause it's Oscar time, but there's a lot of decent-looking films popping up in theatres at the moment. I'm dying to see Pan's Labyrinth, for starters. The Idi Amin biopic The Last King of Scotland looks solid, as does Letters from Iwo Jima (though I didn't particularly care for its companion piece Flags of Our Fathers). Even The Queen looks interesting, though you probably couldn't pay me to see Volver (I can think of few directors more overrated than Pedro Almodóvar). I see today that the Algerian/French war film Indigenes is up for a Best Foreign Film Oscar. That one was everywhere when I was in Paris this past fall so I'm looking forward to it's North American release.

Sadly, summer looks like it will be pretty rank: Spiderman 3, Fantastic Four 2 and Transformers are notable turds in the bowl. 300, based on the Frank Miller graphic novel, could be interesting, especially if they steer clear of themisogynyy that marred Sin City.

Carry on.

Say...

Anybody ever hear of this band? I picked their album (I think it's their first) up from the library and it's very good. They seem quite young, as well. Anybody?

Curio

To continue today's theme of weirdness, I give you: random penguins.

I'm thinking "marketing catchphrase"

Currently listening to: inane office chatter.

Current Mood: Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's Arby's

Gymkata!

There's a man at my gym that bears a stunning resemblance to an erect penis. Seriously: he's all bald and veiny. If he was a superhero, he would be the Human Cock.

*Remember that movie or television program? Me neither.

"The most ridiculous thing..."

So I turned of last night's incredibly zany Oilers game at exactly the point where this YouTube clip at BoA picks it up. Unbefuckingliveable.

Hey, kids: do you like the stupid?

If so, then this should satisfy you for, oh, pretty much always.

Hey man, you've got the real bum's eye for clothes.

I'm very puzzled by the new trend among mainly young females to dress like dirty fucking homeless people. The other day I was looking for some new shoes at the local overpriced hip shoe boutique and noticed everyone working there looked like they hadn't changed clothes or showered for a solid week. Then, late night, I was out for a couple of pints and a platoon of teenaged girls trooped in, all decked out in their best bag lady outfits, including badly torn jeans, oversize sweatshirts, greasy hair and sunken eyes. One was wearing fucking ludicrous Sally Jessy Raphael spectacles.

As hapens so often with these things, someone else got there firstest with the mostest.

There is a crisis no one is talking about, an inconvenient fashion truth. Hipsters have been mining vintage shops, thrift stores and resale outlets, tapping the ’80s vein at an alarming rate. If the trend continues, there will be no skinny jeans, no Care Bear T-shirts or even pastel bangles left in our lifetime.

They have their solution....

But there is hope for our ’80s fashion supply. To save it and leave some for our children, we need to do something drastic. We’re not saying we should all stop looking ugly, we just need to get our ugly from an alternative trend source. We need to bring back... grunge.

I have mine.

Justice at last.

It gladdens my heart to see an nasty person get their just desserts for once.

What? You thought maybe I was talking about this?

Whazza...hooza?

So that was Chrsitmas? This was the first X-Mastide I spent outside of the 20 mile radius around Edmonton. We went to Vancouver Island. It was wet. And bone-chilling. But green and oceany, which was swell. I drank some very good scotch and read some very good books. And now it's a new year. This could be a big one.