Things got somewhat supernatural on the Colbert Report this week when the rampaging spirit of Jeff Goldblum burst on air to declare that he hadn’t yet shuffled off the mortal coil, despite his death being reported by multiple Twits.
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Before it settled on being a purveyor of celebrity gossip news and a Reality TV Wasteland, MTV used to have an innovative animation lineup, including a short series called MTV’s Oddities. One such Oddity cartoon, The Maxx, told the story of a delusional, purple, homeless, superhero.
The Meppers Navigate Down a Brook/Stream/Tributary of Troubles; Deeeeoooo; Greg, Neil Gaiman, and Bathtubs; Storey’s Great Society, or All Maim All the Time; Mep Mayhem; Analog Memorials in a Digital Age; and Shakespeare Pays a Visit.
For those of you who are musically inclined…
The Modesto Bee told a heart-wrenching story last weekend of a young Tijuana meth dealer named Hector Rodriguez Estrada, who was killed in cold blood along with his pregnant girlfriend, by a rival gang attempting to seize his drug turf. The story gives a face to the deteriorating social system in many parts of Mexico, in which cities are morphing into nothing more than shooting galleries between rival cartels.
Arizona plans to allow concealed guns in bars. NRAers rejoice!
Yes, it’s true. If there’s anything more charming than drunk people beating each other up, it’s drunk people blowing each other away.
Nice work, Arizona. Next up: allowing people to carry lit candles into gas storage facilities. It’s just common sense, right?
FedEx vs UPS in a future extrapolation of today’s shrinking consumer market. In space, customers are hard to come by…
Brought to you by commercial production studio, The Mill.
In the “Countries That Shouldn’t Emulate America” category, comes the tale of six of London’s finest metro police. After apprehending a couple suspects who were carrying a large weed shipment, the officers decided to seize the property of the suspects, and give them the old Dick Cheney workover for good measure.
We here at TMR usually pride ourselves on the ability to wade through the internet’s digital morass of celebrity nonsense, gadget fetishism, and vacuous top-10 lists, to bring you something unique and substantive every day. Today I’m going to have to temporarily surrender.
You see, a certain unnamed former sexpot and pop-star died today. Therefore, there is no other news.
Passionately following a losing sports franchise is sort of like having a mal-formed congenitally attached twin fetus to your skull. It serves as a constant reminder that you have invested a great deal of emotional energy in something that will never be a source of pride or happiness.
Sure, you can put a scarf on your head. You can change the topic of conversation. But short of dangerous surgery, you can never separate yourself from the fate of this being that nature has declared unfit to thrive.
