Thursday, March 06, 2008

Uncharacteristic Participation

A Nautical Plant has sallied forth with the following challenge.

I participate, if only to confirm that I have less than 10 readers, much less friends.

Here are the rules
(adjust to conscience)

1. Pick 10 of your favorite movies.

2. Go to IMDB and find a quote from each movie.

3. Post them here for everyone to guess.

4. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.

5. GUESSERS: NO Googling/using IMDB search functions. I mean, you can cheat if you want, but all that would do is make you win. Do you really want to win?

6. One movie guess per blogger (or other audience member). Don’t be a blog hog. (Ha! I just made that up. And, clearly, it is the most clever thing invented since the death of Voltaire.)

Ready? Set? ...Go!

I have no choice but to dismiss you. It breaks my heart, but I can't expose my guests to your firearms. It may be wrong of them, but they value their lives.

“Izzat Renoir’s Rules of the Game, ?” asked Helen Kim as the judges nodded sagely.

I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees.

I'm not as afraid of Godzilla as I am of the editor... he's meaner.

The Han River is very broad, Mr. Kim. Let's try to be broad-minded about this. Anyway, that's an order. So, start pouring.
Young pen pal Helen Kim correctly calls out “The Host!,” making it a two-fer.

I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives. You know, at one time I think I secretly wanted to be a writer.

And a riveting young lass nails it with the correct guess of Philadelphia Story. However, the staff feels compelled to point out that PS is not properly termed a “Cary Grant movie” but rather a “Hep Flick.”

You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig.

And we have a winner with the correct guess of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly from young expat JR Degan!

Sorry don't get it done, Dude. That's the second time you hit me. Don't ever do it again.

Some big, hardboiled egg gets a look at a pretty face and bang, he cracks up and goes sappy!
"It's Kong!" screams the stained wretch.

Bill's thirty-two. He looks thirty-two. He looked it five years ago, he'll look it twenty years from now. I hate men.

The unknown paul_james_harrington shows that dudes know All About Eve.

I can't help what I do! I can't help it, I can't...

it's another two-fer as the sw demonstrates that she knows her ABCs and her Langs from Lorres.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Bow Your Heads

It's not every day the creator of an entire culture leaves us. And so, in respect, some Auden:

He disappeared in the dead of winter:
The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted,
And snow disfigured the public statues;
The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.
What instruments we have agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day.

Far from his illness
The wolves ran on through the evergreen forests,
The peasant river was untempted by the fashionable quays;
By mourning tongues
The death of the poet was kept from his poems.

But for him it was his last afternoon as himself,
An afternoon of nurses and rumours;
The provinces of his body revolted,
The squares of his mind were empty,
Silence invaded the suburbs,
The current of his feeling failed; he became his admirers.

Now he is scattered among a hundred cities
And wholly given over to unfamiliar affections,
To find his happiness in another kind of wood
And be punished under a foreign code of conscience.
The words of a dead man
Are modified in the guts of the living.

But in the importance and noise of to-morrow
When the brokers are roaring like beasts on the floor of the Bourse,
And the poor have the sufferings to which they are fairly accustomed,
And each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom,
A few thousand will think of this day
As one thinks of a day when one did something slightly unusual.

What instruments we have agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day.

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Monday, March 03, 2008

Key Kids! It's Satan!!!

Carefully study this picture to see the abominations contained within.

Teh Awesome

An award I do not give out lightly.

Star Wars title sequence, if done by Saul Bass.

Don't ask! Just click it!

All About The Boots

Ah, simpler times, where liberation and objectification proudly stood side by side.

Accompanied by that long gone instrument of power: the funky flute.