News of the AMC Filmcritic.com acquisition has finally made the papers. Oddly, both (very short) stories about it have something incorrect in them. This one has the descriptions of the two sites bought reversed. This one has the suffixes (.com/.org) mixed up. Whoopsie.
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Fairly ridiculous. When’s the last time there were even five truly worthy nominees in that race?
Still, I guess it will make for a more unpredictable finish, which is fun.
I’m getting so tired of this ridiculous Steve Jobs liver transplant story. The increasingly tiresome Jim Goldman “confirms” what was widely suspected: Jobs went to Tennessee so he could get a liver transplant. Yeah, we got it.
But now comes the backlash: Did Jobs jump the transplant line so he could get a liver before a more worthy candidate? Says Goldman:
However, two sources at Apple told me tonight that both Jobs and the hospital were facing increased criticism that Jobs used his wealth and status to secure the donated liver. The Wall Street Journal, which broke this story, raised the issue in its Friday evening coverage that there might be a perception that Jobs state-shopped, looking for the shortest wait-list for a liver transplant.
Now I have no special love for Apple or Jobs, but — Jesus! — the man was clearly dying, and you’re going to try and fault him for using every ounce of his influence to try to get a liver as soon as possible, even if that means begging for an organ in every state? Hell, I’m surprised he didn’t go out of the country for the procedure, though perhaps that would have drawn too much attention to the matter — or perhaps Tennessee just turned out to have a short enough wait.
Seriously, Jim. Maybe he pulled some strings and even greased some palms so he wouldn’t croak. If you had all the money in the world, wouldn’t you?
You know, the funny thing is the little bombs don’t look so bad at all.
See, now you have a real reason not to tell us all about your hopes and dreams…
Tests done since 1933 show that people who talk about their intentions are less likely to make them happen.
Announcing your plans to others satisfies your self-identity just enough that you’re less motivated to do the hard work needed.
Picked up my Kindle DX review unit and this is what I found:
Broken screen? I guess. Rebooting hasn’t helped. Plastic is in perfect condition, and the unit wasn’t dropped or mistreated in any way.
DeFnestration: The complete removal of a misplaced “Fn” key from a laptop by the user, typically because it has been awkwardly located at the bottom left of the keyboard, where the Ctrl key is supposed to go.
That’s right, folks. You can order the paperback version of Five Stars! How to Become a Film Critic, the World’s Greatest Job today from CreateSpace. It will be back on Amazon in the next few weeks. Stay tuned for more details!
“I believe that a writer’s privacy is among his most precious possessions, in that personal information about him distracts readers from what is most important: the work itself,” the author of The Catcher In The Rye told reporters outside the Claremont Cinema 6 theater, moments after seeing the film for the third time. “But on the other hand, the new revival of the Terminator franchise is just way too awesome for me to remain quiet any longer. Hello? Time-travel paradoxes? Freaking amazing!”
For the purposes of the study, eight “pseudopatients” (associates of Rosenhan selected to be a group of varied and healthy individuals) attempted to gain admission to psychiatric hospitals. During psychiatric assessment they claimed to be hearing voices that were often unclear, but which seemed to pronounce the words “hollow”, “empty”, and “thud.” No other psychiatric symptoms were claimed, and apart from giving false names and employment details, further biographical details were truthfully reported. If admitted, the pseudopatients were asked to “act normally,” report that they felt fine and no longer heard voices.
All were admitted, staying for up to 52 days.
Oh, the humanity…