I guess someone forgot to pack the autotune machine. Ouch.
Yeah, it's fake. But I laughed my ass off.
Monday, March 8, 2010
If you want your heart ripped out of your chest and handed to you, this is the movie for you.
The Mrs and I caught it the other night on TV. Damn. Good movie, but.... damn.
I don't particularly like John Cusack, but he was outstanding here.
One thing the trailer fails to depict is the girls do not know their mother has died, and Cusack spends the entire movie trying to figure out how to break it to them. Good flick. Understated and apolitical. Worth a rental, but have some tissues ready. Lots of them.
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to the toast-hating man in the black shirt at denny's 10/17 in the AM - m4m
Date: 2009-10-24, 4:26PM EDT
dear sir with not enough text messages to respond to on your "fancy" phone,
on saturday morning, october 17, i was dining at the westbrook denny's with three of my kindred folks, and i got up from our table to take some untouched toast from a plate waiting to be cleared a few tables away.
you seemed to find this to act to be completely incomprehensible, as you said, "are you serious? are you seriously taking that toast? we're in a denny's, for christ's sake." when i replied, "yes, i am seriously taking this toast," you said, "well, THAT explains why you're dressed that way." unfortunately, though i recognize that you were trying to imply that my favorite-sweatshirt-and-jeans-and-knit-ski-hat attire was suddenly recognizable to you as the "UNIFORM" OF THE POOOO', i regret to inform you that seemed to lack both the wit and the understanding of classism to deliver this line effectively.
back to the matter at hand: i will say that you did properly identify that i am a poor person. poor or not, i think it is a-okay to eat leftovers, even right off a table in a restaurant, and even someone else's. however, on that day, my poorness was not the sole reason why i was taking the toast
-- i was taking the toast because:
-- perhaps unbeknowst to your incredulous self, there are children and adults starving all over the world and right down the street from whatever type of place you live in. at restaurants like denny's and every other food eatery and dispensary that is not your kitchen (though i suspect it wouldn't be a far stretch to assume that this probably happens in your kitchen as well), thousands of pounds of fresh and fully-edible food go to waste every day because of fucked-up social standards about "food hygiene." maybe you're a big fan of perpetutating american excessism, but i'm not. that's why i didn't want to see this toast go to waste.
-- i like free shit just as much as the next person. this includes free toast.
-- i did need some toast crumbs to complement my deliberately-planned "poor uniform," which i wore just so you could check off on your classist bingo card that you saw a Real Live Homeless PersonTM -- at DENNY's, of all places.
like homelessness and starvation are a. something to laugh about or mock, and b. not a reality for thousands of people all over the state of maine every day.
finally, i hope life grants you good karma enough to never have to take someone else's uneaten bread from a table or to have to search a dumpster for something edible, and that, in return, you might consider this class-based privilege reason enough to advocate for the rights and basic needs of the poor, underemployed, unemployed, starving, and homeless.
reducing oppression one piece of toast at a time
- Location: westbrook denny's
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