Die-hard Pluto-huggers are not giving in, and I can't help but applaud their tenacity. They have nothing to lose but their wobbly little non-planets.
Why don't those fancy-pants astronomer-mathematician types go find some obnoxious gas giant to pick on for a change, and show poor little Pluto, who never hurt anybody in its whole life, some respeck?
Sequels. They are getting fairly soundly trashed in the reviews, but I am still chomping to see not only Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay, but also George Romero's Diary of the Dead. Come on! It's Harold and Kumar! And Neil Patrick Harris, who may well be the next William Shatner in my opinion. And zombies with video cameras! What's not to love?
And though I am not a summer blockbuster kinda gal, I admit to having a serious hankering to see Iron Man. Robert Downey Jr - need I say more? I submit that he is the most watchable actor working in Hollywood today.
Months after I finally bought The National's Boxer, I still cannot stop listening to it over and over again. I will be forever chagrined to admit that it didn't even make my top 07 albums list last year, but that's only because I stupidly didn't start listening to it until 08. I should always listen to those cool kids. Always.
The National - Apartment Story