I was watching Cujo on AMC, and ads for the SPCA kept interrupting the movie, with Sarah McLachlan imploring viewers, “Will you be an angel for a helpless animal?”
I repeat: This was during a screening of Cujo. You know, the story about a big dog with rabies that kills everyone? This dog:
I don’t know, AMC. Do you think Cujo viewers were likely in the mood to rescue helpless animals?
“Do you want a moat with alligators?”
That was a question MSNBC’s Martin Bashir put to Arizona Sheriff Joe Arpaio during a discussion about the Mexican border. I wasn’t interested in moats with alligators, so I flipped the channel to Fox News, where Shepard Smith announced that dozens of tigers, grizzly bears, lions and monkeys were running loose in Ohio.
I flipped back to AMC, but the movie about a rabid dog was no longer playing.
The best reason to vote for Obama in 2012:
Sorry, but when you go onstage looking like this, you are going to get the snide “fat” comments.
OK, so I’m a little late to the party, but I am getting hooked on the History channel’s reality show, Pawn Stars. The series has a winning formula: Customers bring in their junk — a lot of it fascinating, some of it valuable — and it’s evaluated by Las Vegas pawn store employees Rick, Corey, Richard, and “Chumlee,” all of whom exhibit folksy charm.
Just one question: Why aren’t there more female customers at the Gold & Silver Pawn Shop?
This is how my dictionary defines “classic” —
I keep seeing the word “classic” used to describe movies and TV shows that are more than, oh, roughly ten years old. Last week, I read that Hollywood is producing remakes of the “classic” 1980s movies The Thing and Footloose. Entertaining movies, certainly, but classics?
Great news from CBS:
© 2010-2023 grouchyeditor.com (text only)