CNN Coverage | Official Oscar Site
The following are the nominees for the 2014 Academy Awards (the ones I care about) announced by Cheryl Boone Isaacs, president of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, on Thursday. For some strange reason, she was joined by "Hunger Games" actor Chris Hemsworth. Weird. I wonder who he had to screw to get that spot... Anyway, The Academy Awards will air live on ABC on March 2, starting at 7 p.m. ET. Share your picks in the comments.
CNN Coverage | Official Oscar Site
Miley Cyrus Acts Like An Asshole At The European Music Awards, Makes Me Hate Her Even More Than I Already Do
First of all, wearing what resembles a bathing suit that barely covers your lady goods is just poor taste. You are not sexually attractive to boys your own age. By styling yourself the way that you do, you've become attractive to creepy older men who like androgynous post pubescent boy-girls. Your Mohawk is past its prime, and so are your antics.
Lighting a joint on stage after winning an award at the European Music Awards is the perfect way to pay your respect to the institution that awarded you, and the public that voted for you. It is never classy to light a joint, wear what you wore, or to speak like you spoke. Your speech and choice of wardrobe allow your trailer park nature to outshine whatever talent you may have. "Wrecking Ball" is a good song, and it is such a shame you sing it.
Last night, I was watching documentaries on Netflix with my boyfriend Corey. One of them was called "Park Avenue: Money, Power, and the American Dream," which features clips of Ayn Rand speaking about her vision of Laissez Faire Capitalism. This brought me into research mode, wanting to find out a little more about the Ayn Rand Institute. I have loved Ayn Rand and "Atlas Shrugged" for years, but I never knew that ARI was a political powerhouse. On my quest, I came across an article George Saunders had written for the New Yorker called "I Was Ayn Rand's Lover."
I had known about Ayn Rand's affair with Nathaniel Branden from reading her many biographies, in particular "The Passion of Ayn Rand." It creeped me out quite a bit back then, but now to see that she prowled on more than one innocent young man left me with a sour taste. If you know Ayn Rand and her philosophy of Objectivism, you wouldn't be too surprised that Nathaniel Branden was a target on her radar. To hear Saunders recount his having essentially been "raped" by her was a little off-putting to say the least, but his developing jealousy over Ayn having set her eyes on a young Paul Ryan disturbed me. It wasn't his feelings of jealousy that disturbed me, rather her voracious appetite for bedding young men in late puberty is what was particularly disturbing.
So, we now know of three men in their late teens who were successfully pursued by Ayn Rand. There are probably plenty more, but my interest stops there. Seeing Paul Ryan run wild with Ayn's version of Laissez Faire Capitalism as it pertains to our present day economy was like being punched in the gut by Ayn Rand herself. All of her theories sound good as just that -- a theory, but when put into practice as Paul Ryan has done as a congressman, they are truly frightening. I don't know what plagues me more: the affairs with young boys, or being disillusioned by Paul Ryan's crazy plans for American prosperity.
To understand what I'm talking about, you'll have to do a little research. Most of it can be done by watching the "Park Avenue" documentary, reading "Atlas Shrugged," "The Passion of Ayn Rand" (also a film), and then reading George Saunder's New Yorker piece (which is very well-written, I might add). It amounts to a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach, I'll bet, because that's what I'm feeling right now. It can all be summed up in one word: UGH!
Watch the entire "Park Avenue" documentary:
Barbara Branden (Nathaniel Branden's wife) on The Passion of Ayn Rand:
A poll released by Public Policy Polling reveals a hilarious list of all the unpleasant things that people like more than the current Congress. People were directly asked: “What do you have a higher opinion of: Congress or cockroaches?” And so it went, for 25 questions.
A total of 830 people were surveyed, and said they liked a number of detested creatures and institutions more than the U.S. Congress. In the end, the Washington Times writes, “Congress is less popular than carnies, root canals and colonoscopies, but more popular than the ebola virus, meth labs and gonorrhea.”
According to Public Policy Polling, here is a list of things people now like more than Congress:
I, personally, like a lot of detestable things more than congress, but, being a gentleman, I won't say what they are. ;) Pass this along to your friends, family, and coworkers. It's all fun and games when polling like this takes place, but there is a definite impending doom if the government can't agree on a budget. Please search the net for local petitions, write to your state reps, mayors, and local officials and tell them that you want this to end. Let your voice be heard!
"Now You See Me"
> Now You See Me on IMDB and Rotten Tomatoes
I fell asleep before "Now You See Me" ended, and I don't feel at all bad about it. The previews made this movie look like something I actually wanted to watch, and the scariest thing about this movie is that I almost purchased it at Walmart for 18 bucks. It's rare that I want to see mainstream movies because of their previews, and I thought I wanted to see this.
Luckily, I downloaded it instead of buying it, so the only thing lost was the time I waited for it to download. I don't consider watching it a waste of time, because it put me into a nice deep sleep, and who doesn't like a good rest?
Jesse Eisenberg was the worst part of the movie for me. He looked nervous, and he was supposed to appear confident. He also played the same character he played in Social Network. I felt like I was watching Mark Zuckerberg the magician. Sorry, illusionist. Apparently that's how it's going to be from now on: Jesse Eisenberg as Mark Zuckerberg in whatever movies he's in. I'm surprised Morgan Freeman was in it. There was nothing else remarkable about the film except how boring it was. Womp womp. Two thumbs down.
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My name is Nicholas Emeigh, but everyone calls me Nick, and I prefer it. I'm usually called Nicholas when I'm in trouble. I'm from the Philadelphia area, work in business, and fancy myself as a freelance graphic designer, writer, and artist. I have a passion for art in all its forms including music, but I restrict my singing to the shower and the car for the good of society. If you'd like to know more, just send me an e-mail. I really appreciate you stopping by.