(I’m trying to get FtN back in the swing of things…)
Remember Rule Nine: Nines fuck all.
Monthly Archive for March, 2006
Psychologist Simon Baron-Cohen and his colleagues at Cambridge’s Autism Research Centre have created the Autism-Spectrum Quotient, or AQ, as a measure of the extent of autistic traits in adults. In the first major trial using the test, the average score in the control group was 16.4. Eighty percent of those diagnosed with autism or a related disorder scored 32 or higher.
I scored a 21, but I’d be really curious to see how someone else (say, The Wife) would score me.
Update: Turns out I score a 24 with The Wife answering for me. I’ll take it.
Ever wonder what my home poker game is like?
The game rules might shed some light.
An open letter to Larry The Cable Guy
In which David Cross tears Larry the Cable Guy apart to humorous effect:
About being Anti-Gay. I honestly take that back. I do not think that you are anti-gay, I didn’t choose those words wisely. Your stuff isn’t necessarily anti-gay but rather stupid and easy. “Madder than a queer with lock jaw on Valentines Day.” That’s not that funny, I don’t care who you are. It’s just sooo easy. I mean, over half the planet sucks dick so why gays? Why not truck stop whores, or Hollywood Starlets or housewives? Because when you say “queer” you get an easy laugh. End of story.
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The reason you feel the need to “Larry” something up? Because you are not that dumb. I mean you, Dan Whitney, the guy who’s name the bank account is under. You were born and raised in Nebraska (hardly The South), went to private school and moved to Florida when you were 16. This is when you developed your accent?! Not exactly the developmental years are they? At age 16 that’s the kind of thing you have to make a concerted effort to adopt. Did you hire a voice coach? Or were you like one of those people who go to England for a week and come back sounding like an extra from “Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels”?
Oh, my stars, that’s good.
(Props to Rod for this.)
All Aboard (Mostly) for “Ocean’s Thirteen”
Warner Bros. announced Monday that Clooney, Pitt, Damon and most of the usual suspects from the first two Ocean pics will return for next year’s threequel, Ocean’s Thirteen. Steven Soderbergh will be on hand to direct for the third time.
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“The odds were long on this happening, and it would not have been possible were it not for those actors and director moving other projects out of the way,” Weintraub told Variety. “The five of us [Weintraub, Clooney, Pitt, Damon and Soderbergh] are all great friends, and we decided we were going to kill ourselves to get this done.”
Funny. Not a week ago I heard from my Hollywood sources that they were having a hell of a time getting Pitt to sign on. It seemed like he might have to beg off due to his baby-having with Miss Angelina. I’m man enough admit I was more than a little bothered by the news — my feeling being that the Clooney-Pitt chemistry is the main reason to watch these things, though I do wish Damon’s “Linus” would get more play.
But yeah, the vibe for this instalment of Ocean’s 11+n is supposed to be as “back to basics” as this kind of thing can be (at least partly, that translates to “No Girls!”, I guess). Now let’s see if they can actually manage to get the film in the can without a three ring circus. Odds are actually better than they had been previously, since they seem to be eliminating most of the jet-setting tomfoolery by shooting in the LA area.
While I will certainly watch it (and most likely enjoy it), I hope it turns out better than Twelve.
Hi, my name is Jake, and I yawn like a wookiee.
This hasn’t always been the case, but for the past couple years my yawns (and still not all of the time, but it seems to be more often than not nowadays) have born an erie similarity to Chewbacca’s throaty growl/howl.
I wish I could claim this as a “talent”, but it only works for me involuntarily. I can recognize the onset of a Chewie yawn and play it up or prolong it a bit, but I cannot for the life of me produce the sound on command. I know there are many people on this planet who can; I’m just not one of them.
It baffles me as much as it amuses my co-workers.
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