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Administration0@blogcritics.org Sun, 26 Aug 2007 12:00:00 EDT http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/07/08/192245.php Brooke LeeWhile the rest of the world is busy fretting over the London bombings or scrutinizing the G8 summit; a gaggle of sheep, who obviously have been watching too much CNN, threw themselves off a cliff thanks to good ol' fashioned mass hysteria. From the Associated Press:ISTANBUL, Turkey - First one sheep jumped to its death. Then stunned Turkish shepherds, who had left the herd to graze while they had breakfast, watched as nearly 1,500 others followed, each leaping off the same cliff, Turkish media reported.In the end, 450 dead animals lay on top of one another in a billowy white pile, the Aksam newspaper said. Those who jumped later were saved as the pile got higher and the fall more cushioned, Aksam reported."There's nothing we can do. They're all wasted," Nevzat Bayhan, a member of one of 26 families whose sheep were grazing together in the herd, was quoted as saying by Aksam.The estimated loss to families in the town of Gevas, located in Van province in eastern Turkey, tops $100,000, a significant amount of money in a country where average GDP per head is around $2,700."Every family had an average of 20 sheep," Aksam quoted another villager, Abdullah Hazar as saying. "But now only a few families have sheep left. It's going to be hard for us."SHEEP 1: Would you jump off a cliff just because Habib over there did?SHEEP 2: Habib jumped off a cliff? I am so there!SHEEP 1: Hey wait for me!Sheep, so easily led. Culture32284@blogcritics.org Fri, 8 Jul 2005 19:22:45 EDT http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/06/25/001353.php Brooke LeeI once tried to sell my soul on Ebay; didn't get squat for it*, turns out selling your virginity online is a much better market.For instance: From Mainichi Daily NewsSchoolgirls selling virtual virginity to scumbag suckers in cyberspaceBy Ryann Connell Staff WriterJune 3, 2002I got 350,000 yen for my virginity once. The guy was some sicko of about 40 who said he ran his own company. I've sold my virginity three times so far." That is one smart cookie!And! BBC News World EditonPeruvian virgin turns down $1.5m By Hannah Hennessy BBC News, LimaInside a tiny breeze block house, beneath the dusty hills on the desert outskirts of Lima, religious paintings like the Virgin and Child and the Sacred Heart share wall space with photographs of a beguiling young woman posing as a model. And it just goes on from there. Pffft! She turned it down!I feel the peer pressure bubbling up inside of me: I wanna play! What's the going price for unblemished 28 yr old poontang? Course I'll probably have to lose more weight to get a good deal. At this point I resemble a used car, however I am totally untouched.I AM the unicorn! Note: Here is what Ebay had to say about my soul selling:The item you have listed does not appear to be consistent with eBay guidelines. eBay does not allow the auctioning of human souls for the following reasons: If the soul does not exist, eBay could not allow the auctioning of the soul because there would be nothing to sell. However if the soul does exist, then in accordance with eBay's policy on human parts and remains we would not allow the auctioning of human souls. Therefore, we have ended this auction and all fees have been credited to your account. Sci/Tech31572@blogcritics.org Sat, 25 Jun 2005 00:13:53 EDT http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/06/13/045622.php Brooke LeeNote: Loads of spoilers here as I tend to ramble on about the entire filmWhat a curious horror flick (thank you IFC channel). The typical teenagers hanging out in the middle of nowhere cabin. The male teenagers go to the cellar; find some old books, swords and a shotgun; they decided these items would make excellent party favors and brought 'em upstairs to the gurls. Well while the other two couples were getting ready to have sex, the young Jewish virgin (after tightening her chastity belt) went running out into the dark, dank forest saying, "I know you're out there!" Then she was knocked down and raped by a twig; I gotta tell ya I never saw that one coming. Well big surprise, after that the now non-virgin gurl wants to go home -- can't say that I blame her. So the better looking of the two guys offers to take her home. They drive around and for no reason in particular our hero decided to hop outta the car, unannounced, and take a lil stroll. So of course the no longer virgin (thank you so much twig possessed by the devil, now who will want me?) Jewish gurl goes running off after him into; yes the dark dank woods again. Along the way we learn that the bridge is out. Oh pooh. They head back to the cabin of hell. Now it just gets weirder. The two gals who never had their virginity to begin with were playing with a deck of cards and for some reason this seemed to invoke a spirit's wrath. And oops, who's harboring that spirit? Why it's none other than the previously deflowered Jewish gurl. She just starts biting, chewing and gnawing on everyone. I dunno about you but I think that film propagates Anti-Semitism.Well after she did some damage to our hero's girlfriend they decided it would be best to lock the now possessed Jewish gurl in the cellar. The plan was going swimmingly till the lesser attractive male's girlfriend became possessed, and obviously he had no other choice then to hack her to bits. Then they were struck by the most brilliant of plans; let's go back out into that dark dank forest and bury your girlfriend's bits.Now it's time for a guy on guy chat: Lesser attractive guy, "I'm going to get out of here now!" Hero guy refuses to leave his lady love. Lesser attractive guy says, "Leave her; I don't care about your girlfriend." Besides, he'd already chopped his up.Lesser attractive goes storming out into the dark dank forest once again. Hero does hero type things like kisses his injured girlfriend on the forehead, and then ooops; well dern a spirit got her too. He picks up an axe, quickly solidifying their breakup, and then poof; she's back to normal and tugs at his heartstrings. At this point lesser attractive guy comes stumbling back in, mumbling about how the trees won't let them leave. And then wouldn't ya know it, poor Hero's girlfriend is all possessed again. So he wallops her good then proceeds to take a chainsaw to her, but *tear* he just can't bring himself to do it and buries her instead.Meanwhile the Jewish gurl with a great upper cut frees herself from the cellar and goes waddling out to find the party.Now everybody wants a piece of the hero. Hero manages to cut his ex-girlfriend's head off, but she's still able to keep her sense of humor.He runs back into the cabin, shoots a window out then shoves something up against the door to block it - I thought that was rather bemusing. But oh bugger, here comes Hero's good friend less attractive guy and he's possessed too. So now everyone's beating and biting on him, then he sees The Book of The Dead. After an excruciating drawn out pause he was able to throw it in the fire. Then the corpses died a very nasty death including milk and creamed corn.Still, I would recommend this movie because it's fun to yell at and not entirely your typical horror movie. Dude, they got the virgin first. Video30929@blogcritics.org Mon, 13 Jun 2005 04:56:22 EDT http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/06/10/082349.php Brooke LeeMorphine causes hallucinations; unpleasant ones. Does that sound like a nifty way to die? Obviously that's why they've outlawed medicinal marijuana. Because you never know when a paraplegic might strike, or someone ridden with Cancer, on their death bed could jump out at any given moment and bitchslap you.Yes clearly these fearsome creatures are a threat to our society. But ya know, gosh if you don't agree than why not run over to http://www.wamm.org/index.htm Because Santa Cruz isn't goin down without a fight.Morphine is a hallucinogen and thisclose to being Opium or Heroin. It's also crushed on the streets and snuffed up folk's nose. Also after a prolonged period Morphine it shuts down your internal organs one by one.Tell me again why Marijuana is so bad? And yet doctors prescribe Oxycontin for a lil headache?I'm sorry but I think it ought to be left alone. What real harm is this doing? Oh no! Our tax dollars! Well while we're at it I say we start heavily taxing the Catholics because they clearly don't know when to stop; that goes for the Mormons also.People who spit out bubble gum on the middle of the street are cost nearly a billion in cleanup. Why not kill all those people?And don't forget the fat people and those darn smokers; God I hate them so much. Screw fining them; let's just add the death penalty; that'd be a lot quicker.The mentally challenged; complete waste less use of our time. Hitler killed them off, perhaps we should consider.Canada has a very relaxed law about Cannabis; the government themselves admitted that the heroin problem was much more of a concern.Morphine causes hallucinations; unpleasant ones. Does that sound like a nifty way to die? Politics30829@blogcritics.org Fri, 10 Jun 2005 08:23:49 EDT http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/06/08/050449.php Brooke LeeIt's a good thing Diane Sawyer saw it fit to share this information with me tonight; otherwise I may have never figured it out on my own.Although it does cost money to seek an education in Africa, Diane failed to mention that the diamond mines will happily take the kids for free; thus providing Diane and the rest of her smarmy clan a lifetime supply of bling bling.Let us consider the diamond and how it betters our life...*Jeopardy music playing in the background*Ummm, it's shiny? Yes good answer, shiny. How will we benefit from its shininess? *blank stare* Let me help you out, it's a status symbol; a very expensive status symbol. It's also just a stupid rock that sits onno finger, ear or neck and truly has no valuable assets. What did this useless rock cost you? Five thousand, or perhaps even more. For that kinda money you could have a housekeeper for a year; add an enclosed sun room off the patio; go on one bloody great trip; or use your great power and now money to annoy.At the Oscars the only person who did not blind us with these trendy rocks was Sophie Okonedo; it might help to know that her father is Nigerian. Meanwhile P. Diddy and Chris Rock were busy inserting their diamond encrusted hemorrhoid cream.I love how celebrities wax on endlessly about saving the world:Give money to the victims of 911 because George Clooney told ya to.Give money to the Tsunami victims.Help save the children of Africa.Oh my God, did you see the new necklace Michael bought for me? 14 carats! Sure people may have died and small children lost their limbs, but ya gotta admit; it does look purty hot on me.De Beers literally gained nearly 65% controls over the diamond markets thanks to a couple hundred years of slave labor. Please, stop giving them money.Cubic zirconiums are just as nice, but if you're dead set onna diamond then please consider this company. http://www.gemesis.com Politics30714@blogcritics.org Wed, 8 Jun 2005 05:04:49 EDT http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/06/07/190655.php Brooke LeeActually that headline is just an eye catcher with a very important word missing: Irrational. Yes, now that even Grandma surfs the wide world of weirdos, it's not uncommon to meet your significant other via the net. Snookie met her hubby over the net, but the difference between her relationship and desperate co-dependents is that they took it slow and she didn't announce in the first week that she was in love.Way too many times have I seen folks profess their undying devotion to a person they met the previous night in chat. They gush and froth at the mouth how they had a six hour conversation; which means it must truly be a sign. No, but clearly they did have way too much time on their hands."But he/she missed watching Desperate Housewives and Lost just to talk to me!"Welcome to the land of TiVo and reruns, besides if those are their favorite shows I'd say it's a good clue to make a break for it now. "But he/she was so open and felt like they could tell me anything."Let's be honest hear; they're chattin' away with their computer screen. Sure it's purty nifty that it talks back, but these folks are still hiding behind a computer desk and they'll say anything if the walls aren't listening. Plus if someone immediately shares his or her life story including all the "time to grab your hankie" hardships, then that's a very strong indicator they'll talk to anyone who doesn't run from 'em - it also proves they need therapy."But he/she said I was their soul mate."That is sad and most often the key line that reels you in. *gush* *gush* *burble* *gurgle* Once again the problem is your soul mate over there said the same thing to that guy or gal just a couple names down the chatroom list; oh and also to their dog yesterday. If someone can use such meaningful and impacting words just as easily as flicking a booger then they have all the emotional depth of a Dixie cup."Damnit! He/She said that they loved me!"No, they said, "I luuuuv you", to the lil blinking dot on their computer screen."Dude, you're suckin' all the air outta my balloon with a happy face on it."I know, but someone had to. You're babbling on about love, marriage and babies even before you've seen the contents of this person's fridge or the medicine cabinet. Then there's that room entirely dedicated to Lord of the Rings or Beanie Babies."Wait a minute, now that I think about it there was some strange segue about numerous stains on their carpet."Ah ha! Now run like the wind. Sci/Tech30695@blogcritics.org Tue, 7 Jun 2005 19:06:55 EDT http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/06/06/082400.php Brooke LeeThe latest news in what the media is calling The Trial of the Century both sides are preparing their closing statements. As you already know, Bigfoot was accused of molesting several small shrubs. Although the defense was able to produce many strong character witnesses such as The Loch Ness Monster and The Abominable Snowmen; then came a bout of confusion when Rick James' ghost dropped by and incessantly repeated, "I ain't never touched that bitch!"Meanwhile, up in the Northern Region of Manitoba there has been a Michael Jackson sighting. A local Canuck claimed to see the Michael Jackson camouflaging himself in a tub of fun balls at a local Chuckie Cheese. When investigators arrived on the scene a military jacket, fake nose and a few lollipops were the only traces left. Conflicting reports had put him at a Starbucks in Toronto earlier that day, but were later confirmed false when the woman interviewed described the perpetrator as a black man.Back at the courthouse tensions began to mount while the prosecution closed with a brief rebuttal. The jury seemed quite transfixed and Bigfoot's army of defense began to sweat. Then suddenly as if from a sign of heaven, Godzilla came crashing in and the court was forced to recess till the next morning.Back in Canada The Michael Jackson was obviously making the rounds; from playgrounds to petting zoos the reports were flying in claiming to have encountered an unidentified object in a surgical mask. Panic spread across the land and for the first time in history, Canadians began locking their doors.Once the courthouse repairs were finished and Godzilla given a good talking to, the trial resumed. The defense attempted to invoke the jury's pity over Bigfoot's unfortunate childhood, and how Bigfoot would kill himself before ever harming a shrub - all the while Bigfoot was picking a large leafy limb from his teeth. The defense came to rest and the jury was lead out to make their decision. In a catastrophic turn of events, the next morning the jury was found to be hung; literally, they were all very dead. And thus the case was denounced as a mistrial.There have been no sightings of The Michael Jackson for over a week and Canada can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Unfortunately reports are just now reaching us of a developing terror sweeping the small nation of Indonesia. Culture30607@blogcritics.org Mon, 6 Jun 2005 08:24:00 EDT http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/05/31/075001.php Brooke LeeWhen it comes to the world of romantic relationships, I'm a complete and utter dunce. I honestly don't know what qualifies as flirting. I always assume guys are being polite and making small talk; that's what I was doing.Remember when your Mother told you that when boys pick on you at school, it means they like you? I never bought this for second. "No, I'm purty sure they were just being jerks." Personally I know when I pick on someone it's because I really don't like them. Well apparently that rule only applied in grade school; I'm more than certain when high school boys were shouting wonderfully colored phrases and obscenities about my weight, it wasn't because they had a woody for me.And yet through all this; do you believe I was actually accused of trying to steal men from other gals? We can roll around on the floor laughing for hours over that one. What in God's name would they want with me? But to my utter disbelief, it did happen.In high school my friend Gigi and I were always looking out for my Cousin Amy's best interest. Amy was sweet, fun and the prettiest lil thing (and she still is), but unfortunately she had inherited that miserable trait from her Mother: Must always have a man. And so obviously Gigi and I took it upon ourselves to approve of her boyfriends, and if we didn't, we'd find another suitor. We never had much work to do in high school anyway, and playing matchmaker was much more fun, or fending off jerks from the mentally challenged kids. Well here was Amy with a new boyfriend; there was nothing particularly wrong with him except that he was incredibly dull. But somehow, and from where is beyond me, tension began to mount in this relationship - on dull boy's side of course. He confided in our dear Amy that he was considering dumping her. The next morning when we pick her up for school out she came, skipping along inna short skirt and her shirt only halfway buttoned. Gigi said, "Oh no," and quickly buttoned her shirt all the way back up to her neck nearly chokin her. It was time for a new boyfriend hunt, and we didn't have to look far. Gigi and I had a mutual acquaintance, our darling boy Josh. In fact Gigi had found him first and couldn't wait to show him off, he was just the cutest thing. And lest I forget the most important part of this scenario; Amy and Josh had dated previously, in fact I never understood why they broke up. Amy still held a torch for Josh that lit up the night sky and quite frankly he was the only guy we approved of. One small hitch though, Josh had a girlfriend. Gigi's plan was simple; bold but still simple: Anytime one of us saw Josh with his current, we would run up to him, squeeze between the two and rub all over him. Not surprisingly this plan worked like a charm, and the current What's Her Face was no more. But oh pooh, Dull Boy decided he liked Amy again. Now we have double duty; breaking those two up while keeping Josh occupied, and that's where it backfired. For a short, 350 pound 16 year old it's impossible to believe that an actual man might consider you more than just a friend, and certainly that man would never be a darling blonde headed boy with the most devilish of grins.And there it was: Josh was no longer interested in Amy, he wanted me. Where the fuck did that come from? It was purty damn hard to hide my giddiness, until Amy's Mother found out. Amy's Ma always favored Josh too, but to understand this we need a lil backstory.When Amy's Mother, Kaye, was in her early twenties she screwed everything in sight. When she entered the room, even the furniture ran from her. My Mother was on the opposite end of the spectrum; she was shy and thought she was too fat. Obviously from the pictures I've posted we know that's bull. Often when Kaye brought guy of the week back to their apartment he would find Mother much more appealing and interesting. Like me, Mother never understood but Kaye always saw it as a challenge. There was an Air Force base in town and all the boys there knew about Kaye. I'm sure there were lovely things about her scrawled about the walls. I should go back to Forbes Field and check it out someday. One night Kaye brought a very handsome and devilish man home who also would screw anything that didn't run from him. That man took one look at my Mother and completely lost interest in Kaye. That man later married my Mother then had a kid. Hi! *waving*When I excitedly told Kaye about Josh she was beet red with anger, but calmly said, "That's nice." Then proceeded to remind me how much Amy loved him. Surely you've figured out by now that I was racked with guilt, and with much disappointment told Josh no.Interestingly enough Josh is gay now, Gigi is married and has a lil gurl, Amy is married to a very handsome and wonderful man and Kaye is terminally ill with a rare disease and has to live in nursing home.A few years down the road I got caught up in that low fat craze; lost my gallbladder but also lost 200 pounds. I was actually under 200 for the first time in years. We've seen the photos; I was darn cute. And here we go again:There's only one gas station in town that still has Full Service, and there's a young man whom Amy adores. They told me tales of his beauty, like he was a throwback to the forties. Instead of trying something normal like letting Amy talk to this boy herself, Kaye concocts a most embarrassing and manipulative plan that'll make you cringe. She decides they'll bake him cookies, then Kaye will make a big deal of Amy writing the check for gasoline. Kaye points out that Amy's phone number is on that check and then the boy will car her. I was invited to this lil expedition and accepted cuz I wanted to see this purty boy myself. My God was he a sight! He honestly looked as though he'd stepped out of some old rebel without a causish movie- sans the poofie hairdo. Kaye starts her plan in action, but it sounds rehearsed and cheesy. I feel so embarrassed for Amy. Because Amy is the most darling of girls and even though I was much smaller than I used to be, she always insisted I sit up front. The very purty boy was washing the windows and when he came to mine I couldn't help but grin. How could you not? God he was gorgeous, how could you not? He smiled back at me then opened the door. Freaked the shit outta this fat chick. He said the windows were dirty on the inside too and proceeded to reach over me and start cleaning the front windshield. He smiles at me again and says he's gonna reach over to a spot way on Kaye's side. This Adonis is now sitting on my lap. I am in complete and total shock. When he was through they did the embarrassing cookie bit and Kaye made a big deal that it was Amy's check.As soon as we drove off I could breathe again. I lost so much oxygen to my brain that day and most likely needed to change my underwear. And then of course what could the giddy fat gurl do but gush. Kaye intercedes and says, "Now Brooke, he's Amy's man." Sweet lil Amy says, "Brookie can have him if she wants." Now I'm all aboard the guilt train once again.That handsome boy never did call Amy and I guess that meant the door was open for me, but I didn't know what the hell I was supposed to do. One thing I knew for certain is to steer clear of the cookie idea. Do I go in there and say, "Hi I'm the gal you gave a lap dance to the other day"? Today I could do it, but back then I was never so bold or confident. Besides, a gorgeous guy like that; what would he want with me? A few months after he moved to Arizona.Even in my thinnish and utterly cute days I never quite knew what to do. There were times at the grocery when I had one measly bag and this guy was determined to carry it out for me, but what was I supposed to do beyond that? I remember the time Snookie was visiting me in St Louis. We were strolling around a store at Union Station and I swear this guy asked me at least four times if I needed any help; I finally just left so he'd stop bugging me. Sitting in the car waiting for the traffic light to change and I lick my lips because they're chapped, some guy in the car across from me nods and blows me a kiss. Maybe that's why I gained all weight back.I went on my very first date ever last summer with someone I'd met online. At the last moment he mentioned he would be bringing his son along, I figured that was some sort of test so I just agreed. We went out to lunch and then to the aquarium. He was a really nice guy and we seemed to connect so easily. I was also excellent at halting any possible tantrums the four-year-old was ready to bring on; no, not punching him. The kid in the end was tired and actually screeched the entire walk back through Cannery Row - that was a fun moment in history. However when we got back to the car he fell asleep and we were able to just drive around and talk. It was getting later; I was feeling very bold and asked him, "So ya wanna take me to dinner now?" So we went to Phil's and still had a lovely time. While there he said he'd like to take me out again, minus the kid. When he finally brought me home and got out of the car to see me in, I thought sure he was gonna kiss me. He shoulda kissed me, the dope. A six hour date, with a kid and it was still fabulous!I never saw him again. He called a couple times, but seemed to have lost total interest. Beats the shit outta me.So now here I am: I still don't know what defines as flirting, and I ain't that cute, thinner and younger gurl anymore - I'm older, fatter, less cute and a helluva lot more bitter. Pray tell who in God's name would want me now? Culture30353@blogcritics.org Tue, 31 May 2005 07:50:01 EDT http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/05/26/021338.php Brooke LeeI liken this movie to viewing 2 ½ hours of C-Span. There was something about clones, but since I wasn't paying much attention I couldn't tell ya whose side they were on. Yoda insisted on talking like a dyslexic. There was a love interest plot. Bless Natalie Portman's heart; she tried her best at salvaging this flop. Ewan McGregor seemed rather sullen over starring in a movie that won't allow him to show his penis. Samuel L. Jackson constantly had his head in his hands realizing his shame over agreeing to this movie. The bad guy also happened to be the bad guy from the Lord of the Rings and he had to hop in a transport to finish filming the trilogy.The good news about this movie? JarJar Binks had much less air time - if you closed yours eyes, plugged your ears and ignored him, he'd eventually go away. It would seem George Lucas actually made a wise decision in switching the comic relief back to the gay robots.Still if you must watch this movie I recommend Xanax coupled with copious amounts of tequila. Video30156@blogcritics.org Thu, 26 May 2005 02:13:38 EDT http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/05/09/030708.php Brooke LeeMy heart is filled with sorrow and the future is indeed bleak; free thinking as we know it may very well be in danger of receiving a lobotomy. I'm referring of course to the now sanitized and castrated version of my once beloved T-Shirthell.com. The owner and founder did release a statement claiming the removal of the website's section Worse Than Hell was of his own doing, but I find this incredibly hard to believe. Especially when he mentioned his regret over hurt feelings and the promise of 30% of this year's profits going to charity. You can't possibly make me believe anything else other than somebody got to him --somebody big and with considerable leverage.Sure all the lewd, crude and low brow t-shirts are alive and well, but the shocking yet brilliant bottom feeders that sent dowdy middle-aged housewives from coast to coast into a frenzy are gone:I (insert picture of an airplane) NY Everytime I masturbate, God kills the Pope Stupidity causes Cancer Jesus did it for the chicks Rape is not a laughing matter, unless you're raping a clownAnd many many other equally brilliant and vile t-shirts that caused many a geriatric patient to stroke out on first glimpse. No one was ever safe from his non-stop bitchslap fest.I'm stunned and seriously considering joining Free Speech in its corner and sobbing. This is the last person I ever dreamed They could have gotten to. He was the slipperiest of weasels (and I admired him so for it) and this is also why I believe the leverage was large and heavy. In the end though, I'm only a heartbroken fan with no proof. The only piece of evidence I can possibly offer up is that this came only a few weeks after I noticed several searches for the infamous t-shirt, "Everytime I masturbate, God kills the Pope", happening onto my site. I can't help feeling though this is the beginning of the end. Free Speech is only accepted if it's nice speech, and those naughty cheerleaders are much more important than the astronomical and unexplainable rise in gas prices.The other day, I kid you not; I saw a pink port-a-potty onna flatbed truck riding down the highway. Precious Pink Port-a-Potties; soft and reassuring on the outside, but still a crap hole on the inside. Sci/Tech29206@blogcritics.org Mon, 9 May 2005 03:07:08 EDT