Laugh Break: the weekend's almost here!

I'll be back to the serious political discourse in a bit. I'm in a lighter mood today and in the mood to laugh, which set me in search of some funny film clips. (It's a guy thing.) Anyway, I found two three that had me almost falling out of my chair.

I know the language is coarse, but what can I say? Hollywood doesn't make very many funny G-Rated movies that I've seen lately. Anyway, you've been warned. If you think you'll be offended, don't watch 'em.

This first one if from one of the best comedies of my generation, The Big Lebowski. It's just a short clip, but it's pretty funny - it has John Goodman (check out his appearance!), John Turturro and Jeff Bridges. "Nobody fucks with the Jesus" is probably the greatest, funniest line in a film chock full of 'em. If you haven't seen this film yet, you just aren't livin'.

40-Year Old Virgin is somewhere on my Top 10 List of all-time funniest movies. The dialogue is from a scene where David and Cal are playing video games at Andy's house. The conversation quickly turns into the memorable "Know how I know you're gay?" scene, which I would argue is one of the funniest in a very funny film. Anyway, some enterprising individual put this dialogue to Batman and Superman, which, in a very strange way, just makes it funnier. Watch, enjoy, laugh your butt off, then watch it again.

Okay, I wasn't going to include this one, but it's funny enough to make the cut. It isn't as good as the other two - I guess I should have gone in order, but I'm too lazy to switch things up now.

Anyway, this is David complaining to his manager about her incessant play of a Michael McDonald DVD. "I'm going to Yah Mo burn this place to the ground," should resonate with anyone, anyone who has ever worked in retail. For instance, I quit working for Shoprite Supermarkets in the late 1990s. After working for the chain for over a decade, their Muzak channel still plays the same !@#$@%&@#@!#%$! songs! It's still the best place to shop, by far, where we live, but the music is so annoying, I will no longer shop there without my iPod - I just can't take it.

Happy Friday, everyone - woo hoo! The weekend's here - summer weekends are the best.

More political commentary coming up in a bit, and some more Stanley Cup pictures, too. And I have a lot I want to get to today, so stay tuned.

Some random pictures

One of my New Year's Resolutions that I'm happy to write I'm sticking to is to have a camera with me pretty much all the time. Every day when I make the long journey to my job, I bring my new trusty HP Photosmart R967 with me. As much as I love my Canon EOS 5D, it's not always practical for me to take it everywhere. If all else fails, I always have my Motorola Razr phone, which has a below average digital camera.

It's not like I expect to capture wonderful, perfect images in my every day travels, but that's not the point. I just wanted to have the following situation happen as seldom as possible this year: "I wish I had a camera with me!"

Having said that, I captured a few in the last week or so that I thought I'd share.

I got this one from my car on Super Bowl Sunday, on my way to the store. This was taken on the corner of Broad and Vine Sts. in Philadelphia. I wasn't aware that Marvin Harrison is a native Philadelphian, but he is - he is a graduate of Roman Catholic High School (the school above.)

Regardless of Harrison's pedigree, it's awfully brave for a school to put up a sign like that in Philly. I'm sure more than a few Eagles fans considered knocking out a few windows, at the very least.

Anyway, it's not often you see a prominent sign in Philly that's rooting for a non-home team, so it was worth a shot.

Once I got to Shoprite to do some Super Bowl shopping last Sunday, I parked in front of the car above, and I immediately reached for my camera. Really, it defies description. I don't have the words, other than to say that the stuff on the hood isn't some artsy design, unless you consider dive-bombing birds artsy.

Simply hilarious.

Once I reached the checkout, I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the latest edition of The Globe. Evidently, the Bushes have separated. Who knew? And why isn't the mainstream press picking up on this story? *Laughing*

Anyway, I have many more pictures of the serious variety that I will post later in the weekend - including Vegas, the Grand Canyon, Hoover Dam and the Super Bowl. I know, I know, I've been promising them for a while, but I just finished up what can only be described as a super crappy week. So, this weekend's catch-up time.

Fusion burns wallet, not face

I made a hesitant purchase the other day while I was staying with family in the Poconos - I had forgotten my razor, which for about three years or so has been the Gillette Mach 3, which I'd been marginally happy with. At the drugstore, I was going to buy another Mach 3, but I noticed that the new Gillette Fusion was only $1.50 more, so I said, out loud, "Yea, I'll bite."

I'm glad I did.

Without boring you on the razor's detailed specifications, I'll simply say this - it has five blades, a smooth strip and some other ribbed thing at the bottom. I have no idea what half of these things do, but I do know it gives me one helluva close shave.

Now, for the downside. What could that be? Big mystery - price!

To get you started, the razor costs about $10. I didn't buy the one with the AAA battery that vibrates, theoretically for a better shave. It seemed too gimmicky. However, where the real dollars have to be doled out is for the replacement blades; they are expensive enough for you to ask if the price is pesos or dollars.

The above pack cost me about $23 with tax at Shoprite today. Aye Carubma! But, if you get a great shave with much less razor burn, don't you gladly shell out the dollars? I do.

Get the Fusion. It's worth the steep price.