Not to be outdone by Lance Armstrong's amazingly successful "LIVE STRONG" latex bracelet campaign, Angelina Jolie has decided to try to create a similar fad to raise money and awareness for her World Refugee Day charity and the UN Refugee Agency.
For a $10 donation you can get a latex "LIVE THONG" Refu-G-String (pictured at right) which will help children and teens in Tanzania, Sudan, Angola, Colombia, Democratic Republic of Congo, Afghanistan, Sri Lanka, Bosnia-Herzegovina and countries of the former Soviet Union to have a better life, through visits from Angelina.
More than 35 million people in the world today have been forced to run for their lives, and are either temporarily or permanently exiled from their homes. Half of them are children. Roughly 20 million fall under the auspices of the UNHCR and are currently receiving assistance from the agency. Around 12 million live in refugee camps, fleeing persecution, armed conflict, murder, rape, and mutilation. The smaller camps of 200 to 300 people in many cases are essentially whole villages that have fled together. Larger camps can be the size of small cities. Your donation can help bring some much needed care to needy refugees worldwide -- just $10 can rent a donkey on which Angelina can ride to visit each refugee camp personally. Refugees can benefit greatly from simply seeing and touching Angelina's clothing, and now you can finally help bring her to them.
In addition to the monetary donation, the charity will benefit from the added exposure to the problem by people seeing the straps of your "LIVE THONG" Refu-G-String riding above your low-cut jeans. Surely they too will want to donate $10 so that they can wear the "LIVE THONG" Refu-G-String with pride.
I got stuck in traffic the other day. Sitting there at a complete standstill, and at a loss for anything better to do, I started counting carpool lane cheater. At one point six singly-occupied vehicles in a row zoomed past me.
Apparently they've just given up on HOV lane enforcement. I don't really blame them, considering the number of violators. And, in a way, it's kind of nice that all the aggressive drivers self-select themselves out of traffic and into the HOV lane. But, still, the Department of Transportation ought to do something.
That's why I propose they simply rename the HOV lane the "Asshole Lane." That more accurately describes its contents now anyway. Furthermore, drivers should have to apply a bumper sticker reading "I AM AN ASSHOLE" to their SUVs to indicate that they are an authorized user of the lane.
It will be nice to have all the assholes clearly labelled. And hey: if we can get them all into a single lane, those of us in regular traffic will only have to contend with, like, a dozen cars on our morning commute.
The only change I would make to his plan is getting rid of the stickers you must apply to your SUV to indicate your assholity -- the SUV itself does a good job of indicating that already. Da dum dum tschhh.
I'm sad to report that this movie was not very good. I wanted it to be good, I wanted it very much. Alas, it wasn't.
It pains me very much to say that the remake of George's Dawn of the Dead is at least 10 times better than this was. How hard is it to make a good zombie movie? I would think George, who is by all accounts the master of the genre, would have done alot better.
Other than characters and situations that I just couldn't give a damn about, there is some general movie stupidity involved. For instance, in order to show that these people have lived with zombies for some time now, George invented a new name for them to use when referring to them. Only once is the word "zombie" used by a character in the movie, every other time they are referred to as "stenches", which is pretty fucking stupid. Also, fireworks are called "skyflowers." I don't know if creating a little bit of mythology was supposed to lend believability to the situations, but it just ended up sounding silly. Then there's the tank/truck named "Dead Reckoning" which everyone in the movie called by name every time. "I'm gonna go grab my pepsi from Dead Reconing," "Whoa, nice driving, way to handle Dead Reckoning," etc. Stupid. Who does that?
In short, the movie had a great concept but suffered from extremely terrible execution. The sad thing is how many people I read saying that they absolutely loved it -- I'm not even sure we saw the same movie.
I did love the navel ring thing though, that was pretty cool.
I give this movie 2 nyquil liquigels. It earned an extra one for the navel ring. Oh and another extra one for Asia Argento (when did she drop the D' ?)
ADDIS ABABA, Ethiopia (AP) -- Police say three lions rescued a 12-year-old girl kidnapped by men who wanted to force her into marriage, chasing off her abductors and guarding her until police and relatives tracked her down in a remote corner of Ethiopia.
"They stood guard until we found her and then they just left her like a gift and went back into the forest," Sgt. Wondimu Wedajo said.
Siegfried and Roy are still unavailable for comment.
MEXICO CITY (Reuters) - U.S. customs agents seized two rare white tiger cubs and nabbed a Mexican man as he smuggled them south over the border from Texas in his truck, authorities said on Monday.
The agents found the five-week-old cubs during a routine vehicle search at the Falcon Dam border station on June 15. The driver warned them "to be careful of their hands" when they checked the truck, border post director Crescencio Cantu said.
"They thought he might have a snake in the back of his truck, but when they saw the tigers they were very surprised," he added.
Cantu said the man was given a $500 on-the-spot fine for smuggling and released.
The tiger cubs were handed over to the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service and were expected to be given to a zoo, he said.
It was not immediately clear where the tigers were being taken.
Siegfried and Roy were once again unavailable for comment.
Like most Americans this past week, I saw representative Duncan Hunter on all the news programs reading menus and showing plates of the food that we serve to the suspected terrorists at Guantanimo Bay. This silly spectacle caused one thought to move to the forefront of my mind. That thought was, "Damn, that stuff looks delicious!"
So, without further ado, I present you with entree recipes for the various menus that were mentioned.
1) Orange-glazed chicken, fresh-fruit group-A (apples and pears), steamed peas and mushrooms, rice pilaf
1 (6-oz) frozen orange juice concentrate
1/2 tsp dried marjoram leaves
6 Tbs orange marmalade or jam
2 tbs cornstarch
6 (6-oz) chicken breast halves
1/4 cup water
Combine thawed orange juice and marjoram in shallow dish. Dip each breast in orange juice mixture, put in the crock pot, pour remaining sauce over breasts. Spread marmalade over breasts evenly. Cover and cook on low 7-9 hours or on high for 4-5 hours. Before serving, remove orange sauce from crock pot. Mix water and cornstarch in the sauce mixture; cook in a pan for about 15-30 minutes, stirring constantly. Serve over chicken.
2 tbs safflower oil
1 medium onion, finely chopped
1 red bell pepper, finely chopped
2 tsp paprika
1-1/2 cups of rice such as Jasmine or Basmati
2 cups vegetable broth
1-1/2 cups low-fat plain soy milk
Salt and pepper to taste.
In a large saucepan over high heat, heat the oil, then add onion, pepper and paprika. Sauté about 3-5 minutes, until onion is translucent. Add the rice and stir to a coat well with the mixture. Add the broth and soy milk, bring to a boil. Cover and reduce heat to low and cook for about 25 minutes or until liquid is absorbed and rice is cooked.
2) Lemon-baked fish, a whole-wheat pita, brown long-grain rice, canned peaches, steamed asparagus, northern beans, tea, and margarine
1lb. fish fillets - mild, white, firm fish of your choice.
Juice and zest of 2 lemons
1 tbsp olive oil
1/8 tsp fresh, chopped rosemary
Salt & black pepper to taste
Divide fish into 4 portions, and place in a baking dish. Mix olive oil, lemon juice and zest, rosemary, salt, and pepper, and pour over fish. Bake for 25 minutes at 350 degrees F., or until fish flakes easily when tested with a fork.
3) Honey-glazed oven-fried chicken with rice, fruit and vegetable
Honey-Glazed Oven Fried Chicken
1 tablespoon butter
1 1/2 teaspoons honey
2/3 cup all-purpose flour
1 1/4 teaspoons salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
3 to 3 1/2 pounds chicken pieces
Heat oven to 425 degrees. Put butter in a 13x9x2-inch baking pan; place the pan in the oven to melt butter, stir in honey once melted.
Meanwhile, mix flour, salt, and pepper. Coat chicken pieces with the dry mixture; place skin sides down in hot melted butter in baking pan.
Bake chicken, uncovered, for 35 minutes; turn chicken pieces. Bake for about 15 to 20 minutes longer, or until juices run clear from thickest pieces.
So Microsoft has sort of been evading giving a straight answer on the question of backward compatibility with original Xbox games — they’ve made some quasi-commitment to ensuring that the “best-selling” games would be playable on the new console, but haven’t given any details about how it all might work. It looks like the solution they may be opting for [is] licensing technology from nVidia that would allow the Xbox 360’s ATI graphics chip to emulate the NVidia chip from the original Xbox — at least, to some extent. Again, the details are still a bit unclear, and it appears that many of the older games will still require some sort of recompilation or modification to run on the new box. Patches or “emulation profiles” for some old games will supposedly ship on the Xbox 360’s hard drive, with further patches to be distributed over time via Xbox Live.
It sounds like NVidia is in a really sweet position: Microsoft is getting short on time for figuring this thing out, and it sounds as if they need NVidia's help. They passed on NVidia's chip in favor of one from ATI, so if NVidia is going to play nice at all, it is probably going to involve lots and lots of money.
"The last I heard, the first hour will not be in real-time," says 24 director/exec producer Jon Cassar, "but then something big will happen and real time will kick in. It still has to be worked out -- it's at a stage where they need to write it."
I present you with this poorly shot video of my new toy in action: PSP playing Super Mario Bros.
This is done through the magic of the new "media card swap" exploit that allows the PSP to execute unsigned code. You can read about it here.
The day I had been waiting for has finally arrived, so I shelled out craploads of money for the PSP I've been coveting for some time. Now you too can spend over $300 to play gameboy, nes, super nes, sega genesis, turbografix16, wonderswan, and various other obsolete retro platform games.
Apparently there are some games actually made for the PSP too, but I can't confirm that.
Welcome to the first installment of nyquil.org's newest feature entitled "What's the Big Fuckin' Deal?" This feature is designed to show just how little I understand about a given topic, and give the reader a chance to tell me what they know, thus showing how stupid I actually am. So here goes:
A few weeks ago there was much excited hollering all over the internet about how Scientists Created A Self-Replicating Robot. Article after article procalimed this to be "robot reproduction" that worked in a similar way to the way human DNA works.
After reading about it and listening to the inventer talk about it on NPR's Science Friday, I have determined the truth: This robot is simply programmed to pick up blocks (that have already been programmed by scientists) from a predefined location, and snaps them together. Assembly does not equal reproduction.
So I pose the question: What's the big fuckin' deal?
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While staying at the beach, I agreed to see The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, under the condition that I get to drink several fuzzy navels before viewing it. The movie was playing at The Bijou (what's the deal with small-town theaters being named The Bijou or The Cameo, anyway?) which is right across the street from Maxwell's, an establishment that is well-known for strong fruity drinks. There was just time enough for me to suck down several drinks in order to ensure that the movie couldn't suck too much.
I have to say -- and this might be the alcohol talking -- that the movie wasn't actually half bad. By not "half bad", I mean half of the movie wasn't bad. The other half was.
See, the movie is made up of 4 segments -- one for each of the main characters that share the magical one-ass-fits-all pants that they decide to FedEx to each other all summer long. One of the characters goes off to Greece, one goes off to soccer camp, one goes off to stay with her semi-estranged father and the other stays home to work at Wal-Mart while making a documentary about losers.
It may just be that I don't identify with the soccer star (who is attempting to seduce her coach) or the girl in Greece (who has gotten caught up in a bizarre love triangle between her family and a boy she likes), but I personally would have cut those 2 girls out completely. It may also be that I did identify with the girl who doesn't go off somewhere and the girl whose family is all split up, but I would have made 2 separate movies; one about the Wal-Mart girl, one about the girl struggling with her father's decision to remarry. Either of those would have made a much better movie than The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.
I have a huge place in my heart for friendly rodents. Rats, mice, squirrels, pretty much any kind. Except hamsters, the evil bastards.
This weekend I got to visit the wonderful squirrels at the Devil's Punchbowl state park on the Oregon coast. The squirrels there have been extremely spoiled over the years by picnickers and have become extremely friendly.
I took a bunch of pictures, of which I'll only trouble you with a couple.
(Updated with pictures)
Upon arrival here at the coast, a smell unlike any I've ever smelled assaulted my nose. It was definately an "ocean smell", but not one I had ever smelled on any previous beach trip. When actually walking onto the beach, I discovered what was causing the smell -- a bazillion dead jellyfish washed up on the shore.
Up in the high tide area was a veritable sea of wafer thin purple tinted transparent crispy things. Millions of them were piled several inches thick as far as the eye can see.
A few dozen feet closer to the ocean was a smaller layer of less dehydrated jellyfish -- these were blue-tinted and clear. Very shiny, but yet very obviously dead.
Closer still and you come to the ones the waves are slowly washing ashore.
Jellyfish are beautiful, especially these. They are a deep cobalt blue and very, very clear. Some are more blue, others more clear, but all different from one another.
There is a pattern embedded in the membrane which makes up their body that looks very much like a spider-web of concentric layers.
I have no idea why they are dead in such large numbers, but it makes me a little sad to see them.