Entertainment/culture

You know, as a native Detroiter and Tigers fan, I'm not sure whether to be pleased or appalled by this picture of one of my more--shall we say?--"illustrious" fellow Detroiters getting married. The least he could do would be to wear the jersey along with the hat, don't you think?
You know, although I'm not exactly a huge fan of it, I have sometimes in the past liked to listen to a little dose (but just a little) dose of death metal. Sometimes I'm just in the mood for some over-the-top growled lyrics of death, doom, violence, and destruction shrieked over a churning demonic-sounding metal roar. Sometimes, though, it's a bit too harsh, even for me. Apparently I'm not alone. See what happens when a Cannibal Corpse song is "reimagined" as a lounge song: I have to admit that Cannibal Corpse was a bit too much, even for me, even back in the day.
Four words: David Hasselhoff music video. Oh, the pain, the pain. Of course, even Hassel the Hoff may not be able to "top" this YouTube video from hell:
Last weekend, I posted a YouTube video of William Shatner singing Elton John's Rocket Man in his--shall we say?--unique fashion. A fellow ScienceBlogger commented and asked if there was a video of Shatner singing Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. I'm not sure that this quite qualifies as what he had in mind, but it's the best (if you could call it that) I could come up with... LIke, wow, man.
You've probably heard of them, those concierge programs credit card companies offer that claim to be able to get you reservations at popular restaurants. You've probably wondered if they were any good or could do what is claimed. The Waiter gives the real story about how useful those cards are for this purpose.
It's the Memorial Day weekend, and many of you will be taking off for various recreational activities over the three day weekend. Sadly, I'll be on call and thus working the entire weekend, having drawn the short straw for this particular holiday. However, to console myself with the fact that it could be worse, I'll remember that I could be spending time at what is probably the worst amusement park in the world.
Here's the reason why: An atrocity is unleashed today. The Chairman is rolling over in his grave. Hell, he's probably doing backflips. I'm guessing that they're lowering the flags to half mast in Hoboken as we speak.
He's actually finally going to release the original, unaltered, un-"improved" trilogy on DVD: Fans can look forward to a September filled with classic Star Wars nostalgia, led by the premiere of LEGO Star Wars II: The Original Trilogy video game and the long-awaited DVD release of the original theatrical incarnations of the classic Star Wars trilogy. In response to overwhelming demand, Lucasfilm Ltd. and Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment will release attractively priced individual two-disc releases of Star Wars, The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi. Each release includes the…
According to CNN, Revenge of the Nerds is being remade. I have only one question: Why? It's not like the first movie was a great masterwork or anything. Even so, it was fairly amusing (and now hopelessly dated) as an example of fantasy fulfillment for geeks everywhere, but that's about it. It's also noteworthy because it was Anthony Edwards' first starring role (and he had hair back then) and because James Cromwell played Louis Skolnick's father, with John Goodman playing the football coach. The question produced by this remake, though, would be: What are the differences between the nerds of…
More blog filling, thanks to GrrlScientist. Really, though, if I belong in any European city at all, I'd have guessed London, but the test says otherwise: You Belong in Paris You enjoy all that life has to offer, and you can appreciate the fine tastes and sites of Paris. You're the perfect person to wander the streets of Paris aimlessly, enjoying architecture and a crepe. What European City Do You Belong In?
I'm apparently a punk wannabe... I am 30% Punk Rock. Well, I may know what punk is, but... Okay maybe some people think I am punk, but is that enough? Nope.Take the Punk Rock Test @ FualiDotCom
It looks like everyone at ScienceBlogs is trying this quiz. Now that I have been completely assimilated into the collective, I cannot resist. So... You Are 22% Evil A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well. In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil. How Evil Are You?
After yesterday's all-out frontal assault on a dubious scientific journal (which, by the way, you should still read if you haven't already), how about some lighter fare for today? A couple of months ago, when the fury of fundamentalist Muslims was directed at Denmark for the publication by one of its newspapers of cartoons portraying the Prophet Mohammed, I wrote articles arguing that freedom of speech demands that religion not be exempt from criticism or satire. Indeed, religion is such a powerful and pervasive influence on so many people and societies that freedom of speech almost demands…
He'll build a glass asylum With just a hint of mayhem He'll build a better whirlpool We'll be living from sin, then we can really begin Please savior, saviour, show us Hear me, I'm graphically yours Someone to claim us, someone to follow Someone to shame us, some brave Apollo Someone to fool us, someone like you We want you Big Brother Song: Big Brother. Album: Diamond Dogs (1974) Why this song? Given what's going in over the last few years, you have to ask?
I have mixed feelings about the season finale of Battlestar Galactica, which aired Friday night. Overall, the second season has been a lot less consistent than the first. Some episodes (Downloaded, for example) were as good or better than anything in the first season, while a couple (Black Market, for example) bordered on being downright stinkers. Lay Down Your Burdens, Part II contained elements of both the best and the worst of the second season. At the very least, this episode confirms that Battlestar Galactica is surely one of the most exhiliratingly and infuriatingly adventurous shows on…
Need more cowbell? Not if you're this guy. Bummer. Next we'll hear about miraculous "cowbell cures" from alties.
Sent via e-mail: Paris Hilton prepares for Mother Theresa role. I almost choked on my ice tea when I read that. Please tell me this is a sick joke. It sure sounds like one, and certainly the source doesn't look particularly reliable. Even so... (OK, OK, I know. Enough with the fluff. I'll start posting more about medicine--surgery, actually-- tomorrow and science after that.)