Irate Red Robots and Glasses of Warm Milk
And now it’s time to hand out some Irate Red Robots and Warm Glasses of Milk to the people and things I both disliked and liked this week.
Gotta give the Liberals a big old Glass of Warm Milk for finally growing a set and deciding to join the NDP in voting against Steve Harper’s softwood lumber agreement once Parliament resumes. Which is a good thing, because the plan was nothing less than a Republican slush fund. The Grits and the Dippers will be passing the vote as a no-confidence motion, so unless the Bloc Québécois votes for the proposition, we could be staring down elections. Works for me.
In the same vein, another Glass of Warm Milk to Jack Layton for finally drawing a line in the sand on the Afghanistan issue: Let’s get the fuck out. By February.
A Glass of Warm Milk to Cracked for compiling the top five most absurd moments in MTV Video Music Awards history. It gave me a jostle to remember how the bassist to Rage Against The Machine tried to kill himself after Limp Bizkit makes “Band of the Year.” They obviously left out Howard Stern’s Fartman moment. Also, turns out Madonna’s kiss to Britney was the kiss of (career) death.
I have to send an Irate Red Robot at the Chinese for having found what seems to be a 3,000 year-old pyramid in its Jiilin province, as my girlfriend was told by her parents to not go into archaeology because there was nothing left to find. Couple that with the recent pre-Quebec City settlement which was rediscovered last week, let me tell ya, she’s right pissed, now.
I’m going to give the Glass of Milk, but maybe it won’t be all that warm, to What Its Like Being Alone, the stop motion animation series about a bunch of parent-less mutant children tucked away in an orphanage in the middle of nowhere. It’s an incredibly daring step for Canadian television, one which I hope will be encouraged to continue. Which is why I watch the show. Even though I wish I could be more passionate about it; I really want to like it more. But the writing often fails it, even though it has heart. And Princess Lucy.
Another Irate Red Robot to Blogger users who only allow comments from people who have a Blogger account. I don’t have a Blogger account and I don’t want a Blogger account and I don’t need to post comments on your article so bad as to go and open up a Blogger account. Something tells me I’m not alone in thinking that.
Oh, and I’ll be sending a Glass of Warm Milk to my local IGA grocer for re-stocking on Stewart’s Root Beer. Root Beer.
didn’t watch the vmas, but heard that mos def got arrested during them?! wtf was with that, and did they show it?
There will probably be some YouTube-ing of the event I guess. But apparently dude showed up on a flatbed outside Radio City Music Hall and started performing.
Works for me.
I think whole of R Kelley’s Trapt in the Closet debockle is one of the most mezmorizing ludicorus things in the whole of human civilazation, not just the mtv vma’s. It’s comedy gold is what it is.
Free Mos Def!