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Link salad for a Monday
Jun. 29th, 2009 04:28 pmNew blog post from Geoff:
New Ryanair policy: “We hate you, and we hope you die in a plane crash”
"Imagine, if you will, a family wedding. In amongst all of the guests, the mothers and grandfathers and children and friends, you always have that one person who has to be invited but whom no one else can stand. The greasy, sleazy cousin who farts through the service, uses his fingers to eat the chicken, gets drunk, starts a fight with the best man, and ends up drooling over the boss-eyed bridesmaid who can’t handle her champagne.
Know who I mean? Good. Now imagine this man’s less appealing little half-brother, who is on his way to collecting ASBOs in every major borough of London. You are now picturing a man who has at least twice the charm of Michael O’Leary, patron saint of shit airlines."
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Also, here is a fantastic review of the latest Transformers movie:
Michael Bay finally made an art movie
I haven't seen the movie but still enjoyed this review. It's just hilarious.
"Critical consensus on Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen is overwhelmingly negative. But the critics are wrong. Michael Bay used a squillion dollars and a hundred supercomputers' worth of CG for a brilliant art movie about the illusory nature of plot...
Since the days of Un Chien Andalou and The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, filmmakers have reached beyond meaning. But with this summer's biggest, loudest movie, Michael Bay takes us all the way inside Caligari's cabinet. And once you enter, you can never emerge again. I saw this movie two days ago, and I'm still living inside it. Things are exploding wherever I look, household appliances are trying to kill me, and bizarre racial stereotypes are shouting at me."
New Ryanair policy: “We hate you, and we hope you die in a plane crash”
"Imagine, if you will, a family wedding. In amongst all of the guests, the mothers and grandfathers and children and friends, you always have that one person who has to be invited but whom no one else can stand. The greasy, sleazy cousin who farts through the service, uses his fingers to eat the chicken, gets drunk, starts a fight with the best man, and ends up drooling over the boss-eyed bridesmaid who can’t handle her champagne.
Know who I mean? Good. Now imagine this man’s less appealing little half-brother, who is on his way to collecting ASBOs in every major borough of London. You are now picturing a man who has at least twice the charm of Michael O’Leary, patron saint of shit airlines."
~ ~ ~ ~
Also, here is a fantastic review of the latest Transformers movie:
Michael Bay finally made an art movie
I haven't seen the movie but still enjoyed this review. It's just hilarious.
"Critical consensus on Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen is overwhelmingly negative. But the critics are wrong. Michael Bay used a squillion dollars and a hundred supercomputers' worth of CG for a brilliant art movie about the illusory nature of plot...
Since the days of Un Chien Andalou and The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, filmmakers have reached beyond meaning. But with this summer's biggest, loudest movie, Michael Bay takes us all the way inside Caligari's cabinet. And once you enter, you can never emerge again. I saw this movie two days ago, and I'm still living inside it. Things are exploding wherever I look, household appliances are trying to kill me, and bizarre racial stereotypes are shouting at me."
