In this round of Holy Shit news. I’m writing on Spartacus: Gods of the Arena.
You know how it’s been said of Ginger Rogers that “she did everything Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels”? Evelyn does everything James Bond did, except backwards and barefoot in the snow.
Roger Ebert in his “Salt” Review. Angelina Jolie is badass. The End.
“The Difference Between Us” — The Dead Weather
I’m not the way that you found me
I’m never here or there
One day I’m happy and healthy
Next I ain’t doing so well
Let’s go walk to the border
Let’s go walk along the inch
Let’s go when no one can see us
And find the difference between us
“Christmas Tree” — Lady Gaga
There are days like that. You meet nothing but squares. So you start to look in the mirror and have doubts about yourself.
Pierrot le fou
Among our egocentric sad-sacks, despair is as addictive as heroin and more popular than sex, for the single reason that when one is unhappy one gets to pay a lot of attention to oneself. Misery becomes a kind of emotional masturbation.
Tom Robbins



