It’s just an automatic reaction; I’m powerless against it. Even though he’s managed to turn the Star Wars legacy into nothing more than a corporate cash cow with no soul to speak of, even though he’s a talent-free, money-grubbing, pretentious, arrogant hack with stupid fucking hair, I am still so deeply in love with the original trilogy, I still believe in that story so much, that I can’t help but get excited. Hell, I even still watch the prequels. I’m a passionately, incurably devoted Star Wars geek.

Note that I did NOT say “deluded.”

I suppose it’s the eternally optimistic romantic in me that’s hoping against all the odds that this actually turns out to be something awesome. It won’t, but a geek can dream, can’t she?

I hate you, George Lucas. I hate you. With gobs of flaming hate sauce.

Lucas planning ‘Star Wars’ TV series – CNN.com

That is all. Carry on.

Theyre all leaving us, these giants of joyful youth, and I see none rushing in to fill the empty spaces they leave behind. We have some folks who have promise, but it looks like the times ahead will be heavy.

On the other hand, we have incredible things happening with digital media. Perhaps the focus has simply shifted. Still and all, there is nothing quite like old school animation, and it is unutterably sad to me that this art form is slowly dying. Maybe I’m just a dinosaur, but I’ll take that celluloid stuff over CGI any day of the week, man. As beautiful as CGI can be, it lacks the organic flow and beauty, the tactile feel that celluloid animation leaves on your eyes and your soul. Or maybe just my soul.

Either way, Mr. Takamoto, thank you for making my life a brighter place to be. Thanks for making a stoner and his talking dog such a beautiful illustration of what friendship means the world over. Every human being on the planet knows who Shaggy and Scooby are, and they are so beloved that not even Hollywood could tarnish their memory.

And thanks for being the genesis of the idea behind Scooby Snacks. My dog really loved them. :)

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Incidentally, if you can’t see a title for this post, or if there’s just a bunch of boxes there, it’s because it’s written in the Japanese alphabet. The title for this post is what Google Translate came up with for the phrase “rest in peace.” (And many variations thereof, which when translated changed “rest” to some form of “remainder” when put together with “in peace.”) It actually reads “remainder of peace,” which is kind of irritating, but it was all I could find!

Will someone please lay a smackdown on this bitch once and for all? How many people does she need to beat up before she’s thrown in jail and has to do time for assault?

I can guarantee you if my fat ass slapped someone around just one single time, they’d throw the book at me, no matter how much whoever I slapped around deserved it. Pfaugh.

They need to drum this cow right out of town. They busted Kate Moss down to her underfed little bony ribcage just for snorting drugs. Why does Naomi Campbell get away with beating the shit out of people?

As far as I’m concerned, whoever is stupid enough to agree to work for this bitch from this point on deserves a beating.

Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, as some of you may know, are taking a break from ruling various small and impoverished African countries and are currently working on a flick about the murdered journalist Daniel Pearl. It appears that while they have no problems at all dealing with lapdog journalists who suck up to them in all the right ways, they have no compunction against deploying their rabid bodyguards to “protect” them from the horrors of being photographed as a public figure by other, random journalists and photographers that they happen to encounter.

I’m sure Daniel Pearl would have approved of this incident. I wonder what he’d have to say about the way HE was “manhandled.” Boy oh boy, he must be proud to have folks like Brad and Angie immortalizing him on film, eh?

I’m all for kicking paparazzi in the balls, because theyre a bunch of vicious, mean, spiteful psychotics. But that doesnt mean I have any love for celebrities like this, either. You know, the folks who want everything they have – all the money and the fame and the glamour and the attention – and then still expect to be left alone. If you want to be a famous celebriboob, youre gonna have to reconcile yourself to the fact that people will pay attention to you. It’s your own fault that nowadays, the only thing that matters is to be rich and famous (and stupid, which seems to be a defacto requirement with these people).

Little hint, guys. If you dont want anyone to take your picture or pay attention to you, maybe you should find another fucking job. Hm?

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One of the worst pieces of shit to ever be immortalized on film.  If someone asks you to go see it with them, treat it as though theyre assaulting you, and act accordingly.

This movie sucks.