The Devil Clause!

It’s a little late, but be sure to watch me break Santa in the latest Break a Leg Conversation, The Devil Clause.

And stay tuned here for more info on the upcoming episodes!

“It’s Christmas, Theo, it’s the time for miracles.”

You’ve never really experienced Christmas until you’re assembling a $150 tricycle with the Sounds of the Seasons channel on TV, while you’re wife is applying decals to the Train and Track Table and finding out that was actually the longer and harder job.

Longer and harder?

Tomorrow we’re shooting the Christmas Conversation for Break A Leg, and I have not unfortunately read the script more than twice and a half. I’ll get by. Then we still have grocery shopping and house cleaning to do for the party on Monday.

Yes, we have a Christmas Eve party every year. I don’t know how we ended up roping ourselves into that, but it’s the kind of thing that you just know you’ll be doing every year, for the rest of your life, as long as you both shall live. What are you gonna do?

Cory and Tyra sitting in a tree…

I am so damn sick of Cory Doctorow talking about himself that I am completely canceling my subscription to Boing Boing. Yes, I’m missing out on hundreds of otherwise impossible-to-find-on-your-own internet gems but I just can’t stand to listen to this guy anymore.

He’s like the intelligent, political, socially-conscious Tyra Banks.

Notice how I  selflessly linked to his blog? That’s where  you’re supposed to talk about yourself, your own personal blog. Leave it off of Boing Boing.

60-second review: Stomach Flu

Stomach Flu starts with a real bang, as in “BANG! The food your son ate in the last three hours is now all over his bed!” It keeps the action humming with a one-two punch of constant, regular vomiting throughout the night that jumps out and grabs you like a vise-grip on your genitals. Stomach Flu unfortunately doesn’t know when to quit, dragging the action out over almost 24 hours, though it packs a few surprises in the last minutes that manage to keep you on your toes.

Let’s bottom-line it:

Action: A+

Pacing: C

Undigested Ham: A+++

Lack of Stomach Fluids: F

Take-Away: If your child has explosive diarrehea, don’t take him to Gymboree, asshole!

30-Second Review: Spiderman 3

Watching it is now the single greatest regret of my life, and I include the time I probably almost died from alcohol poisoning.

Ghostbusters 2 bad.

Fantastic Four (either) bad.

Pearl Harbor bad. That’s insulting to Pearl Harbor, it was so bad.

Spiderman 3 bad. Yes, Spiderman 3 is so bad, it’s as bad as itself.

60-Second Review: Live Free Or Die Hard

Acting: Die Hard

Action: Die Hard + Wire-Fu + Ridiculously Preposterous

Dialogue: Die Hard +25%

Villain: Alan Rickman -50% (sorry, Timothy)

Technology: Laughable

Plot: Enemy of the State +50% more plausible.

Sidekick: Surprisingly Not Totally Fucking Annoying

Reginald Veljohnson: 0

Quotable Line: “Now there are only five of them.” – McClane’s daughter, being held hostage by the bad guys, when given a chance to talk “some sense” into her father.

Pithy Comment: It actually becomes the original Die Hard for a portion of the final act.

Bottom Line: Watch it.

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