Novel explores trough by way of disaster
Mankind’s fascination with space is an eternal one. There are few among us who haven’t spent at least a little time dreaming about being up there, no longer Earthbound. It’s such a widely held dream that there are companies out there whose sole purpose is to find a way to shoot regular people (really really rich regular people, but still) into space. It’s the chance to fulfill a lifelong dream simply by writing a giant check.
A look at Boston’s 2014 draft
While I’ll probably never be as big a fan of the NBA as I am of MLB or the NFL, I still casually follow the game – as a general sports fan, there’s no way to avoid picking up some info here or there.
Parody skewers romantic comedy genre
As someone who is a fan of good romantic comedy, I’m well aware that there are numerous tropes and clichés that litter the genre. There are certain inescapable qualities to a rom-com – good or bad. These qualities define the style; a film’s degree of success (or failure) relies heavily on the filmmaker’s ability to put those qualities to work.
Fourth franchise installment long and loud, tedious and terrible
However you might feel about Michael Bay as a filmmaker, you cannot dispute the simple truth that he consistently makes the sorts of movies that he wants to make. Said movies might not be your cup of tea, but it’s clear that he could not care less what you think.
On to the Knockout Stage
The group stage of World Cup 2014 has come to its conclusion. For anyone who has been following the advancement picks made by myself, my dog Stella and guest futbol expert (and “Downtown with Rich Kimball” producer extraordinaire) Bryan Stackpole, one thing is abundantly clear.
Up, up and away
WILSONVILLE, Ore. - Inmates were sent indoors when a hot air balloon landed in the parking lot of an Oregon women’s prison, but it wasn’t an escape attempt.
Saying goodbye to a teacher and friend
Some people come into our lives and never leave, no matter how far away from them we might eventually venture. The lessons they impart to us, the wisdom they pass down to us, the trials and triumphs they experience with us – they are with us always.
Mother of the Year
One of the tenets of a certain kind of celebrity is that any notice is good notice. Getting your name out there, expanding the brand – that’s the only concern. Why and how don’t really enter into it. It’s an unfortunate side effect of the current pop culture landscape – far too many people who are famous for being famous and desperate to remain famous.
For instance, if you’re one of the stars of a show like “Real Housewives of Beverly Hills,” chances are good that you aren’t overly concerned with what sort of attention you get so long as that spotlight keeps on shining your way. However, Brandi Glanville has opened up a can of worms with recent comments made regarding her young son.
It started with some comments she made on her podcast. She was talking about her child when she let drop the fact that she occasionally referred to the boy as an “a--hole” and a “d--k.” Furthermore, when the comments ignited a bit of furor, she took to Twitter to reinforce her attitude, saying that she jokes about her kids and dogs “being a-holes cuz sometimes they can be.”
So there you go – lots of self-esteem being nurtured in the Glanville home.
There’s no doubt that there are a lot of trials and tribulations that come with parenthood. Children can put a strain on even the most patient of people. They’re kids – that’s what they do. And there’s nothing wrong with a parent occasionally venting some of his/her stress and frustration with the rigors of raising a child. Not at all. People need to blow off some steam.
But maybe not on a podcast?
Far be it from us to tell a Real Housewife how to properly expand the Brandi Glanville brand, but maybe telling the world that you call your 7-year-old an a—hole isn’t necessarily the best way to go about your business. And then to double down by confirming that yes, you do refer to your child with derogatory terminology? Too much.
This kid is going to have enough trouble growing up with a mom who is a noted reality television lunatic. The little guy has a wealth of emotional baggage already packed. Does he really need to have a lengthy record of his mom calling him a d—k?
(Don’t get us wrong – it’s quite possible that the kid really is a tremendous pain in the ass. No one is saying any differently. But maybe Glanville ought to rein it in a little bit. Share her concerns with a trusted friend or something – you know, as opposed to the world at large.)
No one expects a spotlight-seeker of this magnitude to be Mother of the Year material, but there’s plenty of grey area between June Cleaver and…whatever this is.
This week in Bieber
Whenever it’s a slow week in the realm of celebrity irresponsibility, it’s nice to know that there are certain entitled nozzles on which we can depend. You can search and search for entertaining material, but sometimes, you’ll come up empty. When that happens, all you have to do is say:
“Ah well. What’s Bieber up to?”
And this week, like so many weeks before, the Biebs has come up big for us.
His latest issue involves his new Beverly Hills condo. The singer just moved in last month, renting two units – the penthouse and another unit on the floor below – because he needed room for not just himself, but his entourage as well. As you might guess, it didn’t take long for him to make enemies out of his neighbors.
Not only has he been throwing wild parties – the cops have been called several times – but at one point, he and his buddies apparently smoked so much pot that the smoke managed to permeate throughout the entire penthouse floor.
It’s not like it’s big news that Bieber is an inconsiderate degenerate, but at the same time, it’s almost comforting to know that no matter how well or ill things might be going in his world, Justin Bieber isn’t going to change. Swag forever and all that. Yes, you would think that at some point an effort would be made to get his crap together, but no. His devotion to debauchery is unquestioned.
He was, is and always shall be the Biebs.
Comic sequel gives audiences more of the same
There’s something weirdly liberating about seeing the sequel to a movie that you never saw. You never know just how self-referential it’s going to be. You don’t really know what assumptions of preexisting knowledge are being made. You have none of the context.
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