Oh that's beautiful
Apr. 20th, 2004 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marlowe1The UN (thank G-d that it's such a useless group) is voting on a resolution to condemn Israel for killing a man that swore to carry out suicide bombings and continue Yassin's work. At least the Israeli ambassador is giving as good as he's getting but it's going to be another story where the UN does their tsk-tsk resolution, the US vetoes it and the radicals have another feather in their "Israel is evil about eveyrthing" hat. And can I just say that I hate Kofi Annan and want him dead? Fast.
Hell the UN is a joke since it has countries like China, Syria and North Korea VOTING on resolutions - something that their own citizens can't do. Of course I do take comfort in the fact that Israel isn't as screwed by UN uselessness as other places - like the poor Cambodians that had to see the fucking Kmer Rouge flag flying outside UN headquarters long after Pol Pot and his evil bastard regime (COmmunists this time) got deposed by the Vietnamese invasion (Communists as well - but strangely less nasty communists)
And in the tangential livejournal thing I'm trying to remember this Ringo Lam movie I saw (one of the ones without Chow Yun Fat - I remember that much because I didn't hate it - Ringo Lam and CHow Yun Fat should never work with each other) where the guy was chasing down the general that killed his family through the rice paddies of Vietnam. He was flying in a helicopter and shooting.
It was just so novel for playing Asian heavy metal as opposed to Clarence Clearwater Revival. Apparently they didn't get the word that all movies set in Vietnam must remind baby boomers of their pot smoking days.
OH - and someone wrote an article decrying Bob Dylan's scary Victoria Secret ad - not on the basis that Bob is just kind of freaky looking (although that was part of it) but on that Baby Boomer whine of "I used to listen to him when he was singing about the times changing and blowing in the wind. He was my brilliant non-selling out icon and now he's lusting after some young thing in her twenties wearing next to nothing" - actually it doesn't look like he's have lavicious thoughts since he never looks at her. It's more akin to the Tina Fey joke (buy this lingerie or Bob Dylan will kill this model) than anything. But geez, get over it. Bob Dylan is a musician. He makes money at it. He's been playing electric guitar for years.
Kind of sad that I missed the Goth Prom last night. According to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maatnofret's description I don't think I'd have been as out of place as all that. Of course I am only tangentially involved with these people but still I could have found a way. Then again maybe not. I had that "I'm going to get some sleep" plan going. DIdn't work out. Ended up watching the first chapter of a Doctor Who video that I borrowed from the library (The Deadly Assassin - the one where The Master is just a skeleton - interesting thing about the Master is that he dominated the Pertwee era and he was very much a Pertwee attached villain - to the point that Pertwee left after the actor - Roger Delgado? - died - but during the Baker era he only showed up a couple of times and instead of letting him regenerate they gave him that whole freaky skeleton thing - then again this was considered the "gothic" era for Doctor Who. On the other hand when he did show up he was important. He gets to kill the doctor. Then he goes back to his evil Spock look with a new actor and he's again all over Peter Davidson's ass - and Colin Baker's)
Wait. Was the Master even in the Sylvester McCoy shows? Come to think of it - oh wait maybe he was in that last one where everyone became cats. The one that ended a season that turned out to be the last original one.
I suppose Anthony Ainley can't revive the Master since they might want to include the Paul McGann movie in the canon (they did kill off McCoy's doctor in it - with a drive by shooting nonetheless) and in that movie it was Eric Roberts (and everyone bitched because the 8th doctor was macking with the chick and we all know that the Doctor and Romana are soul mates - celibate soul mates. Well I can think of the TOm Baker doctor getting some but the rest of the bunch were celibate by accident)
Hell the UN is a joke since it has countries like China, Syria and North Korea VOTING on resolutions - something that their own citizens can't do. Of course I do take comfort in the fact that Israel isn't as screwed by UN uselessness as other places - like the poor Cambodians that had to see the fucking Kmer Rouge flag flying outside UN headquarters long after Pol Pot and his evil bastard regime (COmmunists this time) got deposed by the Vietnamese invasion (Communists as well - but strangely less nasty communists)
And in the tangential livejournal thing I'm trying to remember this Ringo Lam movie I saw (one of the ones without Chow Yun Fat - I remember that much because I didn't hate it - Ringo Lam and CHow Yun Fat should never work with each other) where the guy was chasing down the general that killed his family through the rice paddies of Vietnam. He was flying in a helicopter and shooting.
It was just so novel for playing Asian heavy metal as opposed to Clarence Clearwater Revival. Apparently they didn't get the word that all movies set in Vietnam must remind baby boomers of their pot smoking days.
OH - and someone wrote an article decrying Bob Dylan's scary Victoria Secret ad - not on the basis that Bob is just kind of freaky looking (although that was part of it) but on that Baby Boomer whine of "I used to listen to him when he was singing about the times changing and blowing in the wind. He was my brilliant non-selling out icon and now he's lusting after some young thing in her twenties wearing next to nothing" - actually it doesn't look like he's have lavicious thoughts since he never looks at her. It's more akin to the Tina Fey joke (buy this lingerie or Bob Dylan will kill this model) than anything. But geez, get over it. Bob Dylan is a musician. He makes money at it. He's been playing electric guitar for years.
Kind of sad that I missed the Goth Prom last night. According to
maatnofret's description I don't think I'd have been as out of place as all that. Of course I am only tangentially involved with these people but still I could have found a way. Then again maybe not. I had that "I'm going to get some sleep" plan going. DIdn't work out. Ended up watching the first chapter of a Doctor Who video that I borrowed from the library (The Deadly Assassin - the one where The Master is just a skeleton - interesting thing about the Master is that he dominated the Pertwee era and he was very much a Pertwee attached villain - to the point that Pertwee left after the actor - Roger Delgado? - died - but during the Baker era he only showed up a couple of times and instead of letting him regenerate they gave him that whole freaky skeleton thing - then again this was considered the "gothic" era for Doctor Who. On the other hand when he did show up he was important. He gets to kill the doctor. Then he goes back to his evil Spock look with a new actor and he's again all over Peter Davidson's ass - and Colin Baker's)Wait. Was the Master even in the Sylvester McCoy shows? Come to think of it - oh wait maybe he was in that last one where everyone became cats. The one that ended a season that turned out to be the last original one.
I suppose Anthony Ainley can't revive the Master since they might want to include the Paul McGann movie in the canon (they did kill off McCoy's doctor in it - with a drive by shooting nonetheless) and in that movie it was Eric Roberts (and everyone bitched because the 8th doctor was macking with the chick and we all know that the Doctor and Romana are soul mates - celibate soul mates. Well I can think of the TOm Baker doctor getting some but the rest of the bunch were celibate by accident)
