True wit is nature to advantage dressed,
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed,
Something, whose truth convinced at sight we find,
That gives us back the notion of the mind.
( Alexander Pope, "An Essay On Criticism" [1711] part 2, lines 297-300)
And wasn't it Shaw (it was always Shaw, Wilde, or Dorothy Parker) who said that the difference between nonfiction and novels was that anyone could read their own biography and think "ah, my secret is safe" while Anna Karenina would read Anna Karenina and burst out crying, "How did he know? How did he know?"
Not that this has anything to do with the video which follows, a version of Sleepless in Seattle recut as a horror movie, and not that I have recognized anything, ever. So stop looking at me like that.
The real scandal is that Goatee Boy here only got the part because of the outrageous salary demands on the part of Kevin Smith, the original Silent Bob. The director and producer simply refused, after a long attempt at negotiaions, to deal with the volatile star, and who among us can blame them?
And is it my imagination, or does Smith call us "You tubers" in some clever couch-potato referencing action?
From Defamer comes this ghastly photo and report. Sacha Baron Cohen's endearingly clueless Eastern European avatar Borat has been mistaken for the even-less-decorative-and-more-highly-scented Jean Reno.
we'll never live down the one where we recently misidentified Dakota Fanning as "Bruce Willis' favorite dominatrix"–whoops!
For those who pay attention to such things, the Hollywood Reporter has taken the original pic down. Awwwwwwww. This is why mirror sites and renegade bloggers exist, people: so that you may enjoy an unimpaired view of Borat's furry treasure trail, free from mainstreaming corporate namby-pambyism.
Thank god for the Internet, I say. Not only does it ensure that we need never go Shatnerless, but it also guarantees that, no matter how pathetic, meaningless and ultimately debased our own situations, we can always rely on a fresh supply of inbreds to whom to condescend. I speak as one who adored working retail for a decade because working with the public gave me so many people to whom to feel superior.
Now, having broken the top 170,000 of 40 million on Technorati, I am practically impossible to talk to, even though I've stayed in my pjs, blowing my nose, blogging, snarfing reheated pizza and readingFark all damn day; call my agent, baby!
Particularly if you are responsible for the following.
Each Jedi chooses the style of lightsaber combat that best suits him or her. For example, Master Yoda uses the Ataru form to compensate for his lack of reach and height, as well as to take advantage of his nearly limitless amount of Force power; Mace Windu uses Vaapad to tap into his anger and employ it constructively (without giving himself over to the dark side); Count Dooku's practice of the Makashi form fits his intention to frequently engage in lightsaber-to-lightsaber combat as well as his emphasis on class, elegance and precision. The Jedi Exile from Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II was an expert in many of these forms but never relied on just one. In the game, the Masters remark that he masters their forms very quickly, as if he had studied them for years. While not always, Lightsaber styles are generally taught to the students by the Jedi Battlemasters.
And, lest we forget, the Shat has, as always, some words of wisdom for us. (Sorry Metro, it's just a Shatner kinda day, and damn the loading time!) a side note: has The Shat replaced The Giant Squid as the muse of raincoaster? Better than Blair!
Thank god for the Internet, I say. Not only does it ensure that 
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