White Trash food, canning, pies, beets, turkey, bread pudding, asparagus, potlucks, sweet potatoes, rhubarb, spinach, Easter bunnies, jellybeans, ice cream, apricots, and dog food served as paté
3:58 p.m., Feb. 19
I think it may be fair to say that my esteemed co-blogger Mr. Marks has little taste for the middlebrow, preferring instead the high art of, say, The Three Stooges and the lowbrow joys of, say, Scorsese. Which goes a ways, I think, toward explaining his distaste for Raiders of the Lost Ark, a film that absolutely captivated me in childhood. Which goes a ways, I think, toward his deep lack of sympathy for my sorrow when Indiana Jones and the Oh My Lord Make it Stop, Shia LaBeouf is Swinging Through the Vines and Leading a Monkey Army had its rather malicious way with what was once a beloved franchise.
(Things aren't getting better on that front, what with Spielberg saying that he's proud to have brought the phrase "nuke the fridge" into pop culture. That's a little like saying you're proud of being the kid upon whom Beavis was based, isn't it? I mean, Beavis is hilarious and all, but damn.)
Now it's my turn. First pics are out of the new Farrelly Brothers Three Stooges:
Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk! Where be your jibes now, Shemp? Oh, that's right - they're stuck in the mouth of a terrifying simulacrum.