Teachers waste a lot of breath attempting to make history come alive, when all they need do is deploy a team of special-effects wizards and costume designers. In the coyly hilarious Night at the Museum, Tyrannosaurus rex roams the earth once more, Teddy Roosevelt rides anew, Attila the Hun returns to the warpath, Lewis and Clark retrace their famous expedition, and cowboys in a diorama spring to life to win the West again; however, for all its dazzling computer-generated sequences, Museum wouldn’t be nearly the delight it is without the talents of some of the best comedians in the business. The Friars Club is about the only place you’d expect to find Mickey Rooney, Dick Van Dyke, Robin Williams, Owen Wilson and Britain’s Steve Coogan and Ricky Gervais together.
Day: February 9, 2007
Attention Vermont drivers
First they said it wasn’t OK to drink (alcohol) and drive, then they said you couldn’t talk on your cell phone and drive. Now they want to make it illegal to drink (anything), eat, smoke, applying make-up, read, write, or interact with pets or cargo.
How will Vermonters be able to get anything done as they cruise along the wide open, ice-laden streets if they can’t smoke their cigarettes and sip their lattes while reading trendy books and writing manifestos? And is there really a problem of “interacting with pets and cargo” when driving? That’s hard enough to do just standing there.
Snakes on a grandson
The enemy seems to be pretty active today. In yet another story about the War on Animals, a 66-year old grandfather fought and killed a 16-foot anaconda attacking his grandson. He beat it with rocks and stabbed it with a knife.
If that’s not an example of how resilient our enemy is, this blog doesn’t know what would be.
Is that a stroke?
Forget about the death of Anna Nicole Smith, how about the ailing of an elephant at the National Zoo?
Ambika the Asian elephant has a blood clot in her, um, well, her na-na. Unfortunately, the animal is getting treatment at the DC zoo and is expected to make a full recovery. Sorry, folks.
