Day: August 4, 2014

Hey internet, I have a request. I know I tend to come up with these from time to time, (example: stop posting pictures of your face, food and children every single day) but this one I think is a bit easier to embrace: stop getting worked up about another Ghostbusters movie. It’s never going to happen–at least in any form you recognize.

Like so many other people born in the 1980s, I’m enjoying seeing some of my favorite toys and cartoons reimagined on the big screen. I don’t necessarily enjoy the CGI-infested reboots myself, but it’s nice to see new generations getting their own chance with them. If nothing else, it makes me think my childhood wasn’t completely wasted.

But how about we stop clamoring for another Ghostbusters movie? Continue reading The McBournie Minute: That’s enough, Dan Aykroyd

Sure, you love booze. (We’re just assuming that, based on the fact that you are visiting this site.) But do you love booze enough to be buried in it?

A man in England commissioned a casket shaped and painted to look like a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, because apparently he’s something of a fan. Anto Wickham spent some time in Iraq as a contractor, and saw a lot of nasty stuff. We don’t know if that’s why he drinks Tennessee whiskey, but we do know that he saw enough funerals to realize he doesn’t want his own to be a sober affair one day. The Jack casket is his way of lightening the mood.

A better war to lift mourners’ spirits is to actually have a bottle of Jack that size for everyone to enjoy.

Russia is very serious about sanctions concerning Ukraine.

“How serious are they?!” you ask, suspiciously helpful reader who remembers a Johnny Carson bit from 30 years ago.

They’re so serious that they’re willing to give up Chicken Kiev in response.

For years upon years, the United States has lived with the stereotype of “rude foreigners.” Well, we presumably would like to think that the shoe is on the other foot … or perhaps, leg?

During a flight from Tunisia to Edinburgh, a plane had to make an emergency landing in London, as always, due to an unruly passenger. The culprit this time? A woman old enough to know better. Her charges? Slapping a young girl, detaching her prosthetic leg and brandishing it as a weapon towards the crew. In her defense, it was understandable: despite being totally blotto (according to passengers), she only logically wanted some cigarettes and a parachute.

It’s one thing if you can’t hold your liquor. But you probably want to be able to hold your liquor if you’re 30,000 feet up in the air and over water.