And now I feel guilty of antisemitism for thinking that he just looks so goddamned twee and fatuous.
Some of my best friends are twee.
Side complaint: The kickers that conclude pieces at Slate and similar opinion-glue-factories are getting more forced and less clever every day.
You can tell it's faked because he's wearing a watch. Who wears a watch in their pajamas? Socialists, that's who. Also he looks Kenyan. And muslim.
I'm wearing a watch and my pajamas at this very moment.
What are you doing in heebie's pajamas?
Outside of Heebie's pajamas it's too light to read my watch's luminescent markers.
That was not Groucho quality.
I don't think I've seen that flannel except on a hat with ear flaps.
It's called Buffalo Check, mobes.
So now you can find a lot of it.
Is part of the fury that he's coopting their manly lumberjack Buffalo Check and repurposing it for snuggles?
repurposing it for snuggles
It's not a smirk or a sweet smile. It's a pleased, assessing look.
He's pajama boy and he's ok, he sleeps all night and he works all day
It's a pleased, assessing look.
...that says, "Mom, I think I did quite well on my final exams at my private liberal arts college! More marshmallows, please?"
My main problem with dude is is eyebrows.
^his. Typing on a tablet, apparently, means that 'h' doesn't work so well, for whatever reasons.
Propensity of man
To break into unexpected poetry
After drinking too much beer:
Lambic pentameter.
My main problem with dude is is eyebrows.
As a member of the Brotherhood of the Overbrowed, I am now obligated to challenge you to a duel. Shall we say pistols at dawn? (Alternately we could settle things by competitively conjugating Slovene verbs. I challenge you to a dual!)
You should settle this like men: in your pajamas.
I challenge you to a dual!
SMILEY FACE
12, 13: Hats with ear flaps and lingerie in Canada.
I did see one place where he was in fact a staffer for OfA. But I tried not to linger, so not sure if that were in fact true. I'm sure his granite countertops and liberal arts cred have all been thoroughly vetted by this time.
Which has nationalized health care, to return to topic.
And when I say that Halford is the best at projection, I mean he's not as good as the right-wing media and blogosphere.
Heebie's assumption of religiousity, most outrageous (yet subtle) Christmas Eve bad taste anti-Semitism ever?
23: We can say it. I don't know what it means, but we can say it.
Antisemitism is more of an Easter thing.
Speaking of trolling conservatives this is apparently an actual Ocare promotional video from an LGBT outreach group. NNSFCEFM (Not Necessarily Safe For Certain Extended Family Members.)
My main problem with dude is is eyebrows.
Why are you reciting my credits?
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Home form ther hospital, BTW. I half think the last 3 days were punitive...
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Is there a word (a la Resting Bitch Face) for when your sweet smile is inevitably mistaken for a smirk?
Natesilvering?
From 30: "This film is a Holocaust drama, and it explores the horror of a World War II Nazi extermination camp through the eyes of two 8-year-old boys; one the son of the camp's Nazi commandant, the other a Jewish inmate."
I think I will definitely not watch this movie under any circumstances.
It's very understated.
Bruno [he has run away from home and snuck into the camp--JPS], Shmuel and the inmates stop inside a changing room and are told to take their clothes off for a "shower". They are packed into the gas chambers, where Bruno and Shmuel hold each other's hands. An SS soldier pours some Zyklon B pellets into the chamber. The prisoners start yelling and banging on the metal door. Ralf, still with his men, arrives at an empty dormitory, signalling to him that a gassing is taking place. Ralf cries out his son's name, and Elsa and Gretel fall to their knees. The film ends by showing the closed door of the now-silent gas chamber.
39: Festivus miracle, get it right!
38: Wow, that plot synopsis is just, um, wow.
36: Doc, will I be able to comment without typos after this treatment?
Oops ********SPOILER ALERT*************** for 40.
Also, wouldn't want to spoil anyone's Christmas Eve, not that Heebie in her resentment of those whose children still follow their religious traditions hasn't already done that.
37 is good.
I freaking LOVE the Pajama Boy ad! A person couldn't put together an ad more calculated to turn conservatives into spluttering, red-faced exclamation points if he or she tried! It is awesome!
11: I don't think I've seen that flannel except on a hat with ear flaps.
It appears to be a onesie to boot. heh.
Okay, now I've seen the Pajama Boy photo. It looks like a still from that heartwarming holiday film, A Very Nosflow Christmas.
48: Lights, please.
In those days a decree went out from Caesar Obama that all the world should be blogged....
This just in from the Department of Awesome: my daughters and I have been checking in on the NORAD Santa tracker. Last seen: Mecca, Saudi Arabia.
36: glad to hear it! How are you feeling?
49: He must be using the Flight 93 memorial to guide his path.
Oh actually a little woozy. Too much lying about. About to go out for a bracing walk to clear my head and honor Moloch ("Moloch is the reason for the season"). The main bothersome symptoms receded nearly a week ago.
Lost weight. I regard it as an expensive fat farm but covered by health insurance. Thanks, Obama!
Also if rats gnaw my face off they'll die.
I know this is so last year, but I really do think the "Banksy Christmas card" is pretty powerful.
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas is a children's book, very light on details. Easy and not traumatic to read, though the end is sad, but is very much left for the reader to infer. I'd assumed the film would be similar when I watched it with my kids, but no, it ends with horrible scenes of naked screaming men and the boys. All rather upsetting.
I'm not sure what to make of the boy in checked pyjamas.
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas
Oh is this what we're talking about? My mom bought me this book, in her ever-loving quest to buy me every last goddamned children's holocaust book.
57: in her ever-loving quest to buy me every last goddamned children's holocaust book.
It didn't necessarily manifest as children's books, but my mother-in-law had a similar "my grandchildren might not have had a Bar Mitzvah but they will never forget" thing going. She signalled it early by bringing some large, depressing Holocaust tome with her when she visited after the birth our first child. I viewed it as her insurance aginst being too happy. In general, she was a comedian's nightmare--"a murmur of appreciation rippled through the audience" would be about as good as you'd get. I think her once seriously responding "That really was quite funny, JP" was the best I ever did.
57: in her ever-loving quest to buy me every last goddamned children's holocaust book.
58
There's more than one?
There's quite a few YA books about the Holocaust in one way or another aimed at girls. Since I was raised (sort of) Jewish by osmosis, I read all the ones my friend received as bat mitzvah presents. I'm not sure why 13 YO girls in particular are the market for Holocaust literature, though now that I think about it, maybe it's because of the Diary of Anne Frank.
I've been boycotting "The Reader" for a similar reason, i.e. I have no desire to see a movie about the internal life of an SS guard, and find the whole premise actually quite offensive. Lots of people obviously loved it, so am I totally off base in my offense?
I challenge you to a dual!
And yet I counter your conjugated Slovene verbs with declined Homeric nouns! En garde!
Dear Santa: what I would like for the winter holiday of your choosing is for my parents to learn how to lock their fucking iPhones thereby not giving me a fucking heart attack by ass-dialing me at 5:30 am. Thanks, pal. Sorry about the war on Christmas. All in good fun, right?
Since we're doing the Holocaust for Christmas this year, the ending of the Striped Pajamas movie recalls the infamous never-released Jerry Lewis movie The Day the Clown Cried. Lewis is a has-been imprisoned clown and:
By a twist of fate, he ends up accidentally accompanying the children on a boxcar train to Auschwitz, and he is eventually used, in Pied Piper fashion, to help lead the Jewish children to their deaths in the gas chamber. Knowing the fear the children will feel while being led to their deaths, he begs to be allowed to be the one to spend the last few moments with them. Leading them to the "showers", he becomes increasingly dependent on a miracle, only to learn there is none. After all the children go into the chamber, he is so filled with remorse that he goes into the room himself to entertain them. As the children laugh at his antics, the movie ends.Some footage. Comments from Harry Shearer who saw a cut in the late '70s:
This movie is so drastically wrong, its pathos and its comedy are so wildly misplaced, that you could not, in your fantasy of what it might be like, improve on what it really is. "Oh My God!" -- that's all you can say. ... if you flew down to Tijuana and suddenly saw a painting on black velvet of Auschwitz.
60.2:Damfino
It ain't about her. She is a irredeemable monster. It is even in the title.
My takeaway? His complicity. She doesn't want to learn to read. She wants to rule, in all her barbarity. He serves.
Cultural production and the cultured serve, and I do mean serve, the monsters, taking sensual pleasure and sustenance in exchange for helping the monsters excuse their atrocities. Eloi and morlocks, but worse.
More uplifting cautionary books about the holocaust and other stories about man's inhumanity to man, please.
We'll enlighten and educate the brutes, it is our moral duty, and one of these days the torturers and droners and hedge fund traders will let Krugman be in charge.
In the meantime, good restaurants and movies, and at least we're trying to create a better world.
We think we rule?
The horror, the horror.
Merry Christmas
bob, it's Christmas. Don't make me link to the mall ninja thing again.
In general, she was a comedian's nightmare--"a murmur of appreciation rippled through the audience" would be about as good as you'd get. I think her once seriously responding "That really was quite funny, JP" was the best I ever did.
Oh my god, this kind of person kills me. I get into a frenzied rut of trying to make them laugh. It's awful.
Is it still Christmas?
A reading of the Reader more sympathetic to the woman:
Marx says we all have to sell our bodies and our freedom. Capitalism gives us freedom so we can sell it back at a profit to Capital. The freedom, not the body which was there under feudalism, creates the surplus and dynamism.
It takes more than a body to be a soldier, a sex worker, a coal miner, a cop, a guard. It takes the "willing" to pull the trigger, entertain the client, etc. It takes hearts and minds. We justify our complicity with ideology.
Winslet, I think, brings something relatively new to her role, the stereotype. She has no ideology, no excuses, no guilt or remorse, no justifications, no real defiance. Just maybe a very hard peasant fatalism.
Now add her aspirations to literature and we have something we can chew on.
