a few of the readers recognized the poor dead pretend baby as being one of these glassy-eyed creepy crawlers.
Is it sick that my first thought on hearing about this particularly amusing detail in the whole so-sick-it's-funny saga, was "So that's what those rather unpleasant dolls are for!"
I always thought they looked like dead babies.
2: Could there be a creepier pricequote than "$9.95 per unstuffed body"?
Those fake babies look pretty rough. It's hard work being born.
I love the phrase "Münchausen-by-Internet."
Abortion stops a beating doll heart.
6: "Hold your ear close to babies chest to hear the soft beating sound. What could be more real...."
A flesh baby, for starters.
From the link in 6:
"Hold your ear close to babies chest to hear the soft beating sound. What could be more real...."
Do they really want us to answer that?
That's an interesting sort of question.
Just look at that convincing drag queen? What could be more feminine?
"How did you suffer your misadventure, my poor unfortunate immigrant auk?"
"Why, by birth, sir. It runs in my family, this affliction."
"Zounds! Is there nothing that can be done?"
What could be more real
To grow up to be healthy simulacra Baudrillardian babies drink simulac.
5: Creepiest bit from the Munchausen-by-Internet page: "Brittany Schick of Windsor, CO has multiple online personalities and uses the photographs of online friends as her own. She has been outed on multiple parenting websites for being a faker. In reality, she has no children of her own and works as a nanny."
Diagnostic refridgerator magnets were wonderful toy sets that seem to have gone out of production. They let you create new DSM categories. I remember seeing "bulimia by proxy" as a fun combination. Now that I google it, though, I see it is a real ailment.
According to the comments at Pandagon, the hoaxer went to Olivet Nazarene. This is the Kotsko alma mater, yes?
14: Now how the hell do you do a background check for that? heebie and apo, never, never leave your kids with anybody.
jroth and mrh can go ahead and leave their kids anywhere, though.
3: "Biracial babyskin" comes close to being Creepiest Quote Ever(TM).
17: Ask the mineshaft.
Rob was just teasing you, mrh.
18: Ah, no one's gonna want to sit for them anyway. They don't have good snacks and they've got a v-chip on the TV and computer.
I don't want unhinged nannies near any 2nd gen Unfoggeditarians -- heebie & apo were the parents with babies who were commenting. Forget the "Don't Date Him, Girl" site; we need "Don't Let That Hand Rock the Cradle."
Whereas rob's spelling in 15 was a salute to heebie.
20 That question is beyond the scope of this thread.
For some reason, the spell check on Google Chrome is not flagging "refridgerator", although MS Word does.
I'm siding with Google in the War to Control Proper Spelling.
If that's the environment in which you're planning to raise your kids, you might as well hand them over to Nanny Dearest right now.
I feel like you guys aren't paying enough attention to the fake baby monkeys
Fake baby monkeys don't need attention. They don't even *notice* wire monkey mothers.
IZ NOT MONKEYS!1!!
3: "Biracial babyskin" comes close to being Creepiest Quote EverTM.
BTW, "biracial (tan)" is the only alternative to "Caucasian (pink)" and "Caucasian (peach)." Finally, someone affirms the diversity of whiteys.
More items:
If the Make-Your-Own-Chucky doll site were an elaborate hoax, I would have huge respect for its author.
31: OTOH, that experiment ought to get ethics approval pretty easily.
Creepy as the pictures are, something tells me those dolls would be about 10x creepier in person.
I'm tempted to get one of these things so I can leave it in my car on a hot day. Will anyone call the cops? Break a window? Exciting possibilities abound!
#36. Creepy beyond the nursery of the uncanny valley dolls, even.
Man, I bet Kaycee Nicole is kicking herself for not thinking of the pro-life slant.
It is taking a physical effort not to scream right here, at my desk, after seeing that fucking baby doll site. I refuse to believe that is real. I refuse, I refuse, I refuse.
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Can I just bitch about something for a minute? I spent all day yesterday and the bulk of today in the company of people who, taken together...
- disparagingly referred to Obama as "the Messiah"
- complained that the worst thing about Obama is that he accuses you of being un-American if you oppose higher taxes on the upper income brackets
- cited the WSJ editorial page as an authoritative source of neutral information
- hold Obama and the Democrats responsible for the increase in the national debt, which will surely be the ruin of the economy
- found the SCOTUS decision on the Chrysler sale to be a travesty of justice
- unironically referred to the possibility of "going Galt" (using those terms)
- asserted that the surest way to mitigate the fiscal impact of retirement benefits and an aging population would be to restore the unregulated sale of tobacco (because the increased medical expense is outweighed in net present value terms by tobacco taxes and lower pension payments, and also because the demographic that is most likely to smoke is also least likely to have made adequate private provision for retirement)
- Regard the possibility of health care reform with unmitigated horror, and the opposition of the AMA as dispositive proof for their view
- Regard Barney Frank as a monster
- Claimed that the only polity to the left of Massachusetts is North Korea
- Claimed that the only reason* Microsoft has not relocated to a lower tax jurisdiction such as Nevada is because of the left-wing ideology of the company's founding shareholders
- Had no compunction about sharing these views because they assume that I would agree with them.
The next time I hear some right-winger whining about how Hollywood or academia is reflexively hostile to conservatives, I'm going to knee him in the balls.
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* if you parse this sentence, you will uncover a usage that is anathema to nosflow; so sue me
37: the fuck-with-people potential is unbelievable here.
There's a William Gibson novel - I think it's "All Tomorrow's Parties" - in which a junk dealer gets hold of a shipment of dolls very similar to these, each supposedly made as a replica of a real grandchild, for the benefit of a grandparent who lives a long way away. He tries to sell them to a collector...
"No, my client is interested only in very good condition. Mint in box."
"You don't understand, man. These things were made to be taken out of the box. Looked at. You aren't going to get any that are mint in box."
"Not true. The highest value attaches to units which were delivered, but not unpacked, after the death of the original child."
Brrr.
asserted that the surest way to mitigate the fiscal impact of retirement benefits and an aging population would be to restore the unregulated sale of tobacco
Geez, why don't you just open Soylent Green style suicide parlors.
Geez, why don't you just open Soylent Green style suicide parlors.
I had to go easy on the snark because my boss (alas) one of these people. In these situations, I generally keep my head below the parapet except to throw out the occasional concern-trolling comment intended to sow dissent and confusion among the 'wingers. This was a lot easier when GWB was President, because you just had to point out all the ways in which a real conservative could never endorse the things his administration was doing.
the opposition of the AMA as dispositive proof for their view
Oh, like ObAMA won't have them firmly in his pocket.
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You were here? And you didn't call a meetup? Hmph!
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OT, but since this is the crazy (non)parent thread - Did anyone else read that article in the NYT about the mom on a mission to eradicate unauthorized junk food? In a limited way, I see her point, but really, it seems to suck all the joy out of life to insist that one cannot eat a cupcake or sell Girl Scout cookies. You can, you know, just have one!
49: Eh. The mother sounds like a maddening nutcase. On the other hand, it does annoy me that we can't have a Little League game without doughnuts for everyone -- there's no way to discourage it without being a maddening nutcase, but a bunch of nine-year-olds should be able to make it from breakfast to lunch without becoming faint from hunger.
Any kind of organized social kid thing seems to imply a whole lot of junk food these days.
49.49: I forgot to include that one on the Pith Shills thread: Kill the after game snack as soon as you can. (It's tough though, best route is to get a few of the more mature kids to label it like "gay" or something...)
41: What's a "founding shareholder"?
Claimed that the only reason* Microsoft has not relocated to a lower tax jurisdiction such as Nevada is because of the left-wing ideology of the company's founding shareholders
This is a great example of libertarian doublethink on human motivation. Libertarians generally assert both that unregulated capitalism is the best system because all people are motivated primarily by individual profit and that they world is dominated by people who foolishly allow themselves to be motivated by something other than individual profit.
52. OTOH, they have fucking nerve. Gates and Allen own Microsoft for practical purposes, so from a Libertarian perspective what right do a bunch of nobodys in a bar have to tell them what to do with it? They can take their profits and spend them on third world education if they want - it's their money.
49: I think this is where growing up in a hippie enclave totally warped me. When I was growing up, if we got treats at a sports event or Girl Scout meeting or whatever, it was usually fruit, or some very plain crackers + fruit juice, or whatever. Nothing so extravagant as doughnuts! And cupcakes or the like maybe happened once a year. I'm clearly out of touch.
53: The driving principle for most of the really vocal libertarians isn't liberty; it is egoism. They get singularly upset when people try to help others. This is why you see persistent arguments that this or that form of altruistic action is self defeating. Charity promotes dependence. Attempts to conserve resources merely lower the price for those resources, increasing demand. Etc.
Anybody have a link to the picture of the fake dead baby (the actual one, from the blog)?
55: Yeah, I get cranky partially because I have a sweet tooth and like to bake, and I fairly often on a weekend will think about baking cookies and then decide the kids get fed enough crap outside the house, and feeding them more wouldn't be good for them. And then no homemade cookies.
unironically referred to the possibility of "going Galt"
If I heard someone say that unironically, I couldn't resist asking "When?", whatever the consequences.
On Sunday night I ran into a Republican friend:
Her: "I've just come back from the gun show at the fair grounds."
Me: "Did they have elephant ears? I only go to the fair grounds for elephant ears."
Her: "No. No elephant ears, but they had elephant ivory. Someone was selling Himmler's silverware, too."
Me: "I hope you didn't consider buying it; it was probably his second- or third-best set."
From the batshit lady's blog:
I am no stranger to losing a baby. I have suffered this type of loss, more than once, to varying degrees, and while the circumstances and times vary (spanning from between my college years through just this last year), the pain is very constant.
Does this mean she really has lost a baby? More than once? Because that's really sad. But what does it mean to lose babies in "varying degrees"?
57: http://littleaprilroseisfake.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-is-original-pic-posted-of-april.html
Probably it means "had sex and then turned out to not be pregnant, which I told people was a miscarriage".
60: You can lose them at the supermarket, or just misplace them in the kitchen.
But what does it mean to lose babies in "varying degrees"?
Sometimes you go back to the last place you saw the baby, and you find it. Or sometimes, you get the baby back, but now it's missing a limb or two. Then there are the ones that just disappear altogether and you have to go make all new replacement ones.
I know what to do if I want to get "a head"... ...this joke is really too stupid to post...
That's never stopped anybody else.
Babies really should come with one of those key whistle things, where you can press a remote and they make a sound to tell you where they are or, at the very least, a Clapper and a light so when you lose them you can walk around clapping your hands until you see a light shining from the corner, the bookshelf, the laundry basket, wherever you left them. I think if they had that, plus an invisible fence, parenting would be easy enough for me to give it consideration.
This week, I had a terrible dream that I left a friend's baby in the backseat in a giant parking lot, and that when I realized I had done this, it turned into a desert and the parking lot morphed into a junkyard where they crush cars, and I had to find the baby before it either died of heat or smushing, and all the cars looked like mine.....
Suffice it to say, that one dream convinced me that I should not have children.
It stopped me once . . . for a while.
So how many kids do you have now, beamish?
Other people's dreams have picked up the slack.
68 is the first time I've heard it suggested that babies should make *more* noise.
Silly Parenthetical, dreams are never about what they're about. Babies, for example, "symbolize something in your own inner nature that is pure, vulnerable, helpless and/or uncorrupted." It's your own pure inner nature that you're irresponsibly allowing to be squashed into a sad little cube of scrap.
73: Not more, just different. I should include that I also want them to come with a mute button.
74: Oh. That's probably just grad school, then. I can have babies after all!
73: Voiced by somebody without any, it's probably worth noting. Also, if they could wake up more during the night and defecate with greater force and volume, that would be awesome.
I can read apo & Chopper's dreams:
To dream of handling bacon with dirty hands is an ill omen and must be taken with the dream as a whole. Bacon that has gone rancid denotes a failed affair, either love or business. Curing bacon properly is a good sign that you are doing something right.
I'm on my phone, not real internet so I don't have the url, but someone should link to the news story about the time some people left their pretend baby in their car and the police busted in to rescue it. In Australia I think.
77: Pish posh, apo. I have a very vivid imagination and I imagine that a baby that does not operate in pretty much the same manner as an Aibo needs some engineering improvements before it's really ready for retail. Next time you see me, ask me about my new babysitting service. The motto is, "Honestly, I think babies could use some work."
I dreamt I went into some stranger's studio and there were these sort of cool paintings there. Should I try to replicate them, or would that be plagiarism?
if they could wake up more during the night and defecate with greater force and volume
And if they could direct their poop thrust at precise angles, Harrier-style…
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Here's an easy helpful thing to do. More info at Obsidian Wings.
"change your twitter settings so that your location is TEHRAN and your time zone is GMT +3.30. Security forces are hunting for bloggers using location and timezone searches. If we all become 'Iranians' it becomes much harder to find them."
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81: Was it Billy Dee Williams' studio?
79: You think correctly!
In addition to this one, there was apparently a similar incident in the US. With a new Hummer.
84: Yes! And you were there! And you, and you!
83: Pretty sure tweets have a GMT timestamp, and no info about the TZ of the tweeter.
Was last night a night of an unusual number of odddreams? A friend is reporting via FB status that she dreamt that she was a WSJ columnist.
a bunch of nine-year-olds should be able to make it from breakfast to lunch without becoming faint from hunger
I would not ask of children what I cannot myself do.
Two nights ago, I dreamt that I worked at a high tech firm developing a digital chair. It was like a recliner with USB connectivity. All of the workers in my division existed in a parallel, miniature, dimension. From our world they looked like little grains of dried wheat. We had screwed up the project really badly, and I was trying to keep senior management out of the mini-universe with all my workers.
I keep forgetting that I have a baby in my dreams, and then having a jolt of remembering and having to drop everything and figure out where she is.
90. OMG they're bringing the giant chicken in to downsize!
I dreamed I swayed the jury in my Maidenform bra.
91: That is, I don't know what shows up in the tweet, because I dodn't pay attention to these things, but tweeters have that info in their settings, and that info is apparently available to the Iranian authorities.
"But what does it mean to lose babies in "varying degrees"? "
I took this to mean how far along she was before she lost the baby. Which, does matter quite a bit. Or at least did for us.
I'm really sorry to hear that, James Madison.
But I don't actually think that's what batshit lady means -- at least, that would be a surprising position for her to take, given her pro-life bona fides. Cryptic Ned probably hits closer to the truth in her case.
Re 49:
Um, couldn't you be a maddeningly enthusiastic sports nutrition nutcase --- I thought that was an allowable category of dietary nutter in the US. Would that work, or is it still maddening nutcasery?
(Doughnuts? WTF? We thought oranges at half time were luxury...)
99: Well, I could not bring doughnuts myself, but keeping other parents from bringing them would require a fair amount of aggression, and keeping my kids from eating them would require a fair amount of control-freakery.
If I think too much about the batshit lady having too many miscarriages, I start to feel bad for writing the post in the first place. She's still crazy, but crazy is a pretty painful state, so.
101: But surely It is OK to focus upon the culture in which the batshit are sought out and promoted with passionate intensity rather than batshit lady herself.
Heh. 20 obviously crossed with 18, like, five hours ago. But we totally forgot to put Munchausen-by-Internet on our list of nanny interview questions.
Yeah, I suppose if that's the norm, changing it would be hard work, and require annoyingness.
Count your blessings, LB. When my son was playing baseball, there were a handful of occasions when we arrived at the park by 7 am to warm up for an 8:00 game and left well after dark due to continually metastasizing postgame potlucks. Keeping warmup + game + potluck down to four or five hours was a real win.
100: Bring bananas, but not enough for everyone. Nice fresh ripe bananas that you selectively dole out to kids who did exceptionally well or who need cheering up. Bananas only for the special kids. Donuts for the losers and almost-losers. Sucks to be them.
I just ate kohlrabi for the first time. Thumbs up.
I dreamt last week that I'd taken my son to a job interview (he was the one who wanted the job, and it all became rather embarrassingly obvious that he wasn't capable of doing it), in some people's house. It wasn't until I woke up that I realised it wasn't my actual son, but Freddie from iCarly.
96: Yeah, you're right. Your self-described location shows up on your public profile. The timezone is only used for display preferences though.
I dreamed I swayed the jury in my Maidenform bra on my knees.
107: Also, you can sing it to the tune of volare: "kohlrabi, wo-oh-oh-oh"
Bananas only for the special kids. Donuts for the losers and almost-losers.
No, no, no. You need to bring both organic, locally-grown farmers market bananas and conventionally grown megachain supermarket bananas. Then give the former to the winners and the latter to the losers, along with a lecture about how the good kids are getting to be socially responsible while the bad kids are not.
Ack! Not another food thread!
Since folks were retailing dreams upthread, I will add that the other night I dreamed that I was visiting Slavoj Zizek, who was the father in the Duggar family (Quiverfull wingnuts of some kind).
I will also add, since all threads inexorably become food threads, that I just baked the most delicious vegan calzone and even though the dough that I used is from a recipe that I tweaked a bit it worked. (Filling--sauteed onions, spinach, broccoli, paprika, turmeric, lemon juice, salt, pepper, nutritional yeast).
I dreamt that the world had run out of helium and all the equipment using He as a carrier had switched to skim milk, which we could get from the grocery but it had to be fresh, so labs were full of hidden fridges for the day's haul and also of grad students grimly chugging day-old milk as free food. Everything smelled OK, but milky.
Coincidentally, I bought skim milk for laboratory use today, and it was not in a dream but in this hell we call reality.
I had that stupid teeth and gums rotting out of your head dream. And then my cell phone fell in the toilet.
I had a dream a month or so ago that I got shot in the neck. A bit of the slow motion thing when I felt the bullet rip through the left side of my neck. In my dream I had the thought that it had hit an artery and that I was totally fucked.
I don't remember dreaming about work at my other jobs. Now I have some crazy vivid work related dreams. Weird.
Was last night a night of an unusual number of odddreams
I dreamt that I was bitten on my left calf by several highly poisonous but small spiders that were on the end of a whip I was playing with, the whip having been placed where I found it to protect some foodstuff which I ate. (No one was wielding the whip to protect said food, it was just there.) I very calmly went to the ER where I was made to eat a pill and received several shots in my lips.
You guys are making this stuff up, aren't you? Except for gswift. And jms.
I had a dream that we elected a black guy President and I was surprised. I swear to God -- I had that dream last week. Soon I'll be dreaming that I have a talking machine in my living room that shows me pictures, and imaginary friends that I only communicate with through a little box 3 inches square.
117: "I had that stupid teeth and gums rotting out of your head dream. "
I used to get that all the time. Then I quit snuff and the dreams went away.
I dreamed I met an echidna on the beach. I thought, "Oh, I shouldn't approach it--it's a wild animal and won't want anything to do with me." But it ran up to me and hugged my leg. Then it wordlessly gave me to know that it wanted to go to Trader Joe's, so we went.
123: Oddly, I never had that dream until I quit sniffing glue.
I really feel like I've skipped some chapters sometimes in the Unfogged narrative. I'm less thrown by the pretend-baby stuff than the "Ogged might have made up stomach cancer". I think I am too old for the Internets someday cause I can't tell when everybody's doing foolies and when they're not, unless I'm looking at Something Awful.
nutritional yeast
And now the vague question I had about whether or not yeast was acceptable under vegan standards is answered!
126: Hello, Tim! Oddly, I was just reading some archives at The Valve and your name was mentioned.
The "ogged - pretend - stomach cancer" is a joke, of course. Even though he didn't actually have stomach cancer (but he didn't know that!)
127: If it wasn't allowed, then vegans wouldn't be able to drink would they?
The real problem of course is the pace of the commentariat. I read about "Up" and I thinks to myself, "I have an opinion on this here subject" and then wtf it's long since progressed onto people flavoring their cooking with their own blood and flesh and talking about Cryptonomicon. And then when you see it's 800 comments, you think oh shit, this is going to be one of those threads where someone has appeared in the late innings and said something that will require a banning of the thread. Though this time I guess not. Luther Blisset has a book? Fuck yeah, I'm getting that. Not just because it's free.
I dreamt I was an armadillo. Suddenly, I was run over by a truck!
I woke up with a gear shift in my hand.
129: Probably not, I suppose. I had misremembered which kingdom yeast belonged to, though, so my question was ill-put indeed. (Though really, fungi are such a weird blend of animal/plant/completely something else entirely that they do squick me out a bit while eating if I think about the biology too much. Thank god they're delicious enough that I don't care).
somewhere a trucker wonders why his transmission is now operated via penis
Grind those gears, good buddy. Over and out.
Luther Blisset has books like Karen Eliot has zine articles.
Whoops, didn't mean to make 137 anonymous. If it weren't for postmodern irony, we wouldn't have any irony at all.
Only the irony that is unironic is the true irony;
The jokes that can be laughed at are not the true jokes;
It was from humorlessness that humor sprang;
The laugh is but the mother that rears her ten thousand young of frowns.
and my wife suddenly takes an interest in 16 wheelers
She takes-off two of the wheels? Kinky.
The real problem of course is the pace of the commentariat.
Wait, you think this has gotten *worse*? Seems to me the pace of commenting has actually slowed a bit the past few months.
And Tim, I personally would love to hear what you have to say about Up. Just don't try to convince me that WALL-E was great.
Just don't try to convince me that WALL-E was great.
You seem to handle this one OK on your own, but for the record, our whole fam damily saw it at the same time, and the votes ranged from "maybe OK" to "total crap" with the median at "meh". In theory I liked some of the ideas, but, meh. Fight the Pixar kool-aid, Toy Story followed by 15 years of meh.
143: Would you change your mind if I told you it was mojito-flavored?
I haven't been to a movie in the theater in four years or so. I no longer see the point what with Netflix and the big TV.
145: Honestly, the 3-D version of Up is worth going to the theater for.
I have a vote for the Hugos and in principle I could cast it for WALL-E.
Mostly I think of voting NONE OF THE ABOVE in that category.
I had a dream about letting a polar bear loose on my bed (a minature one). But it was just as ferocious as a full-sized one, and it ate my cat. I was sad.
121: Pars, I did not make my dream up. I don't know about these other kooks.
143: Shrek? You don't have to give them credit for the sequels if you want because it's illegal to admit to enjoying any installments of a series past the second, but surely the first movie was better than "meh".
I haven't been to a movie in the theater in four years or so. I no longer see the point what with Netflix and the big TV.
So, so wrong. It's not just Up and Star Trek and the like. Everything is different on the big screen. Saw The Philadelphia Story and The Awful Truth last night, and Modern Times last week. (All part of a great summer film series.)
I hadn't seen The Awful Truth before -- I highly recommend it. I can't believe it's not in the standard canon of screwball comedies, at least as it was transmitted to me.
154: Maybe, but if I have to set-up a baby-sitter and everything, I'd rather have a few drinks and maybe have dinner somewhere without Thomas and Friends in view.
If I'm just going to watch a movie, might as well just wait for the toddler to sleep.
155: Sure, but don't pretend it's because you "no longer see the point." It's because children have ruined your life.
154: plus it is against the law in all sensible jurisdictions to watch Play Time on a small screen.
156: It's more that having a child has forced me to focus my leisure time on things that I enjoy the most. Which is eating and drinking. Reading also comes above movies.
158: Oh, I know. I actually don't see movies in the theater all that often myself. I am, how you say, yanking your chain.
I did (and still do) find that after having kids I get much more pissed off when I have "wasted" a trip to an actual theater to see a movie. And I've grown leery of my judgment as I seem to go to the wrong ones too often; Benjamin Button over Slumdog Millionaire? I'm a freaking idiot! Other stupid choices in the recent past have been The Golden Compass and Sweeney Todd. That I saw it in a theater (and after making the effort to get everyone in the family go see it as a group, "Hey kids, BuynLarge sounds clever! Look at the fake website!") added to my meh feelings about Wall-E.
There is a sometimes OK series of Midnight Movies at a big old single screen house not too far away; despite semi-hating the first half, I might be up for Jaws! on the big screen when it plays in early July.
Benjamin Button over Slumdog Millionaire?
Ow, that smarts. You really ought to check with me before you head out next time. My track record isn't 100% (I too fell for the WALL-E hype*), but I could have told you just from the trailer to choose anything over Benjamin Button.
*I loved it while it was just WALL-E and the roach.
161: I'll check with you. If I can see just one movie this summer, what should I see.
to choose anything over Benjamin Button.
What really hurt was that it was me influencing an extended family choice at Xmas where I had almost, almost regained my credibility after taking an absolutely drubbing on Prêt-à-Porter. (Which you will note came out in 1994; I wasn't even allowed to offer an opinion until the 2nd Bush term.)
162: Showgirls at The Oaks, Saturday, July 18th midnight!
163: Could have been worse (comment 58).
? I'm a freaking idiot! Other stupid choices in the recent past have been The Golden Compass and Sweeney Todd.
I really liked Sweeney Todd, but it was another example of my and Molly's poor ability to choose date movies. We get a sitter for the first time in months, try to look nice for each other, pay for a good meal... and then see a movie that is soaked in blood and makes you despair for humanity.
164: If it's going to be a comedy, I'd prefer one that was intentionally funny.
166: I don't see the problem there.
166: do you always choose movies in total unfamiliarity of the basic plot?
169: I saw the preview for that, and I thought it looked like a potentially interesting variant on the superhero movie, until they flashed the title.
