Ooh! The one-sheet poster for Bridget Jones’s Diary is out! I’m getting a very good vibe from this film. I read somewhere that they tested it with an English audience and it scored higher approval ratings than any other film, even Notting Hill. I just re-read the book last weekend in anticipation for the movie. I realized, though, that the two males leads are, like, NEVER in the same scene together. In fact, Mark Darcy (i.e. Colin Firth) is barely in it at all! I wonder if his billing before Hugh Grant reflects an enlargement of the role. I hope so. Mmmm, Darcy-licious.
Category: Random Links
Links that I’m reading/watching/listening to/thinking about
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Marc Rich pardon
Elie Wiesel was apparently involved in the Marc Rich pardon. WHAT? The Nobel Prize winner? This just gets weirder and wierder. I wrote off a lot of people’s complaints about the Rich affair simply because I thought they were just slamming Clinton as usual. It looks like the truth is more complicated than I thought. And it doesn’t look good, Bill.
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Kate Hudson
Modern Humorist sums up all my feelings towards Kate Hudson with this (sadly imaginary yet all too real) quote following her Oscar nomination: “”I just screamed! Then I giggled. Then I flounced about in a quirky, offbeat playful way with a daffy, loopy grin. So did my mom!”
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Cameras
I’ve been wanting to get a digital camera for a while now… and articles like this make me think I definitely should. My sister used to work in photo-processing and — while she herself only handled the film canisters and not the prints — she would occasionally tell me about pictures that her boyfriend (who did work with the prints) had seen. *shudder* Not that I’m takin’ nekkid pictures or anything, but the idea of skeevy high schoolers looking at my stuff creeps me out.
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LOL
I’ve seen this link to “Things my girlfriend and I have argued about” before and simply skipped over it, thinking that it was probably non-funny crap. But today, on a whim, I clicked. And oh Lordy, is it ever hilarious. Seriously.
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Defending the Hoosier state
Some chick at my university tried to defend Indiana in the campus newspaper. (Most of the student body come from elsewhere and slagging off the Hoosier State is a popular pasttime.) As a Hoosier myself, I defend Indiana all the time. I disagree with her on two points though: A) Corn rocks, and B) Most people from Indiana do not have street smarts (with the notable exception of those unfortunate enough to grow up in Gary or Indianapolis). That’s not to say we can’t ever acquire them, but growing up outside of big cities pretty much limits your opportunities to cultivate them at a young age. Heck, my town only had one stoplight. I understand the writer’s frustration, but even I admit that northern Indiana isn’t exactly the cultural center of the world (which is why I’m outta there).
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ND Drum Major
Hey! Check it out! Tambre Paster, a junior aerospace engineer and fellow Weasel, just became the first African-American drum major in University history! (Hey, Liz, she was in your section, wasn’t she?) CONGRATULATIONS, TAMBRE!
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Blackout
There apparently was a power blackout on South Quad last Friday night. Unlike the one that affected most of campus my senior year, the students did not run around starting fires and demolishing furniture. Damn. Those were the good ol’ days.
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“Faith-based initiatives”
I’m deeply skeptical about Bush’s plan to fund “faith-based initiatives,” but this article linking it to Notre Dame’s ACE Program made me pause. I mean, I have friends who’re doing this Program (it sends graduates to teach in under-resourced Catholic schools) and I definitely think that the work they do is a good thing. If Bush could guarantee that there wouldn’t be any sort of bias in giving out the money… But I really don’t think that’s possible, do you? Do you really believe that if, say, a Wiccan group was running such a similar Program, that their chance of getting funding would be anywhere near the same as a Catholic group? No way, José.
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Y2K
Salon’s running an interesting story on those Y2K “wack-jobs.” (Seriously, the author actually calls them that. Ha!) I hate those people. They remind me of when I used to work in a grocery store in my small town, and every time the weatherman predicted a storm we’d get a rush of old people buying jugs of water and flashlights. I’d stand there at the cash register, all of sixteen-years-old, thinking, “Wolcottville, Indiana is the last place anything remotely interesting would happen, let alone something environmentally catastrophic.” I really think there’s a deep human desire to hole up in a bunker for some reason. Either that or my natural optimism is once again setting me apart from the hordes of paranoid wack-jobs around me.