Oddly Enough Blog
News, but not the serious kind
Blog Guy, I read that they’re having street protests in Casablanca. Can you give us some details?
You know I don’t like to do research.
Well, maybe you could just look at some recent photos and guess what’s going on, as usual?
Okay, okay. I’ll try to imagine some dialogue for these news pictures. Casablanca, huh?
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“Why did you have to come to Casablanca? There are other places.”
“I wouldn’t have come if I’d known that you were here. Believe me Rick, it’s true I didn’t know…”
Okay, do I have to solve everybody’s problems all by myself?
We have a real news story saying more and more zoos are allowing visitors to spend the night, so they can learn “what happens when the gates slam shut, the sun goes down and the moon rises…”
Blog Guy, I really want to get into the movie business. Can you help me out?
I suppose I can pull a few strings and get you an unpaid production assistant job on “World War Z,” that new zombie movie starring Brad Pitt.
Wow! I would get to be Brad Pitt’s assistant?
Slow down, Speedy! No, you get to assist the zombies. Stack them in a truck, drive them from scene to scene, use a pitchfork to put them where they belong, and so on.
Blog Guy, can you please help settle a bet with my haberdasher’s manicurist?
Again with the bets and the random occupations? What’s this one about?
I’m afraid this isn’t going to end well.
A company that makes bug spray has launched “a nationwide search for America’s biggest bug,” and they are offering cash prizes. I am not making this up.
“Got a roach the size of a small dog…a beetle the size of a van…” the contest site asks innocently enough.
Blog Guy, I was stunned by the news that actor and former California governor Arnold Schwarzenegger fathered a child with a member of his household staff.
We were all shocked, believe me. We expect more than that from people in entertainment and politics, don’t we?
Quick quiz: The tattoo on the arm of actress Emily Browning, seen here at the Cannes Film Festival, says…
b) When I’m 80, this will be a flabby, blurry smear…
c) If you can read this, you’re too close….
d) Note to self: never drink ouzo again…
e) A blessed unrest that keeps us marching…
Yeah, sorry about that, I wish it could have been wackier, but it’s the last choice.
Blog Guy, I come to you for all my news about the movie industry. I worry that the big stars are demanding so much money these days, Hollywood will just stop making new films. Is that a real possibility?