Posted on 10/07/2003 5:55:20 AM PDT by Hillary's Lovely Legs
Time to lurk and catch up before something else breaks.
It is sooooo goooood to be home.
One of the problems I'm having is I can't get to google/yahoo/other search engines to search. Although if I go to Drudge I can click on his Google News link and get google news, I can even get google images but nothing else. Very frustrating. I can't even get to my favorite spell check site, so please excuse any and all horrible spelling mistakes.
Question about Halliburton.... Isn't the only other company on earth that can do what Halliburton does is a French company? Sorry, I'd search for it myself but.........
Still no luck with me and google. When I try to go to the google home page I get a turquoise page with the words: There is no website configured at this address. And the addy is google.com! It's my computer, sumpthin's very wacky.
Thanks for the help.
I'm sure my two big strong handsome men will figure it out eventually.
I'm jusss sa helpless, she coos fanning herself.
DUTCH Prince Johan Friso has effectively renounced his right to succession amid reports that his future bride was once romantically involved with a gangster, the government said today. In a letter to parliament, Prime Minister Jan Peter Balkenende said the prince, the second in line to the throne, would not ask parliament to approve his marriage to Mabel Wisse Smit, thereby preventing him taking the throne. In a separate letter, the prince admitted the couple had not been completely open about Wisse Smit's contacts with murdered crime boss Klaas Bruinsma, but stressed it had not been a love affair. ...
Her relationship with the prince put an end to widespread rumours that he was gay. [Whew! That's a relief!] Even Wisse Smit's relationship in the 1990s with the former Bosnian ambassador at the United Nations, Muhamed Sacirbey - then married and now accused of embezzling $US2.5 million from Bosnia's UN mission - could not tarnish her perfect image in the eyes of the Dutch government. full story
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But wait! Not all the wacky news is from the Netherlands, as Sweden gets into the act:
A Swedish couple hunting on a remote mountain on Sunday in Sweden's far northern province of Jaemtland found 70 pairs of shoes, all filled with butter.
"If we knew who had done this we could make them clean this mess up," Alf Kjaellstroem, a province spokesman told AP today. "It's not going to be pretty when the butter starts to rot. And we have to wait for the snow so we can get up there with the snowmobile." He said there were 140 shoes of all kinds - sneakers, children's shoes, high heels, boots and tap shoes - each stuffed with half a kilo of butter and spread out in the landscape. rest of story
We're off to that toddling town, city of the big shoulders, hog butcher to the world, etc. See you all in a few days!
I found this protection on the Heartland Inn's computer.
It has a free and a pay version available.
Good morning, everyone.
Good luck, Mr.M!
Clooney the Looney continues his bad movie streak according to Rex Reed:
I took home nothing from the alleged comedy Intolerable Cruelty except a pounding headache. This dim-witted, mean-spirited and brain-dead calamity should surprise no one. It’s a labored farce written, produced and directed by the lucky, indestructible and only mildly talented Coen brothers, Ethan and Joel (I forget which one does which), who hit pay dirt with Fargo and have been digging unsuccessfully ever since to hit more. They finally hit rock-bottom with the abominable and grotesquely out-of-control O Brother, Where Art Thou?, proving that whatever their strengths, comedy is not one of them. That doesn’t seem to deter these cool, misguided dudes (or the fools who back their projects with actual money, like Brian Grazer) for more than a few years at a time. According to the press notes, Intolerable Cruelty was eight years in the planning; it seems to have been completed in fewer than eight hours, including George Clooney’s latte breaks. How do these fakes do it? Who among us can know?
The glaringly unfunny premise in this divorce-court fairy tale assumes that it’s gotta be a riot when the king of summary judgments (George Clooney) meets his match in a serial divorcée (Catherine Zeta-Jones) who bankrupts husbands and disbars lawyers before breakfast, right? Wrong. You cannot believe the endless number of deadly contrivances that await you as Mr. Clooney, a heartless divorce attorney who has invented the world’s most foolproof prenup, defeats Ms. Zeta-Jones, a conniving gold-digger who is in the process of dumping a kinky, philandering real-estate tycoon for everything he’s got. Ending up with nothing but the sable on her toned and tawny back, she sets out to get even by quickly marrying and disposing of a corny, redneck oil tycoon (Billy Bob Thornton). This time she’s ready for all opponents. Naturally, in the tradition of hackneyed Hollywood hokum, the two enemies fall in love and marry in kilts to the cacophony of a bagpipe band in Las Vegas.
The next morning, the divorce attorney who stopped at nothing in the past to win a case, slandering and perjuring his way through the judicial system and leaving the broken women of America for grease spots on the side of the road, now finds himself jilted by his own wife, who is a cross between a Playboy centerfold and Lucrezia Borgia. The rest is a title bout of world-class double revenge in which she breaks his heart and wrecks his career while the lame filmmakers dream up a desperate volume of dull ways to dispose of a never-ending assortment of prenuptial agreements. (Billy Bob Thornton eats his dipped in barbecue sauce.) Vulnerable, naked and in love, Mr. Clooney finally gets his long-overdue comeuppance, mugging and winking with the same kind of self-indulgent clown faces that pass for charm in Hugh Grant movies.
After numerous films, Mr. Clooney still can’t act, and his flat, monotonous voice is pitched just south of a dial tone. But at least he doesn’t give the impression of taking the acting profession seriously, and he has such a jolly disposition nobody seems to mind. Ms. Zeta-Jones strikes a lot of superficial poses, looking the way glamorous movie stars used to when they were photographed by Horst and Hurrell. A pathetic follow-up to that Oscar-winning role in Chicago, if you ask me. The movie has no pace or tone or style. It just drags on and on, like a donkey cart with the wheels missing. The title Intolerable Cruelty must refer to the way it treats its audience. Link
Also at that link a review of Mystic River with two of our favorites, Timmy Robbins and Sean Penn. From Rex's review it appears to be the movie to see if you're a crack whore and want to feel better about your life.
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