Rubber mats do not seem like the ideal surface for landing anything, let alone "killer nollies," though for slamming I'm sure they are preferable to unadorned concrete.
The new system sucks. I effectively failed to vote by not filling out my ballot properly. The scanner could not read it. I was then told I could request a new ballot but after asking one person who had to ask another and then another, it was fairly obvious it was going to be difficult and time consuming and some of us have to, you know, get to work. Nevermind that I was going to be voting for candidates who were not going to win.
During the late 1990s, I lived in the 60640 area code and at no other time in my life have so many packages and letters people claimed to have sent me gone missing.
On the upside, I just started Freedom this morning (after waiting for several days for my wife to finish it, the copy we have being hers) and it is in fact pretty great so far.
Oh, I so totally want to skate that thing. Just as long as it isn't coated in oil or PAM, but then I guess that's what the non-stick part of the pan is for.
"then having Liam Neeson refute it by quoting FUCKING GANDHI? Through a willful misreading of a quote that actually addressed the dangers of insincerity? It’s like using Harvey Milk to prove that hating gays is cool."
Actually, President Obama defended war by citing Gandhi, when accepting the Nobel Peace Prize.
Why should we expect any better from our summer movies?
Panama, or "Penny-mah," may have been the only lyric I understood in that song, but it's pretty sweet nonetheless.
And although this was done for an English football club, and not the World Cup, this is plainly the best song about soccer ever. Mark E. Smith rules.
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