I went to see the new Pixar movie WALL-E just the other day. I don't want to mince any words here, so I'm going to lay it all down quickly. WALL-E (hitherto referred to as Wall-E because it's easier to type), is one of the greatest movies I have ever seen. That's it. You can turn out the lights now. We're done here. See you all tomorrow. Don't worry; there will be some great poop jokes.
... You're not leaving without a proper review, are you? Well, okay, but only because you asked for it. Like I said, this was a fantastic movie, and I plan to watch it again when it comes out on video (DVD). The reasons why I like it are vast. First and foremost is the almost complete lack of dialogue. Seriously, the script must've been about a page long. The two protagonists have maybe three words apiece, and the remaining dialogue is provided in short, sentence-long soundbites from the secondary human characters. Probably the first half-hour contained no dialogue, save for little beeps and boops from the movie's titular character. This lack of dialogue saves it from a common movie pitfall: terrible voice-acting. The story is also a simple romance. I'm a sucker for that stuff (just look at my manga collection). After being alone on Earth for nearly half of a century, Wall-E was instantly smitten by the smooth shelled tsundere EVE. After some innocent flirting from the trash compactor (can anyone you know replace his eye!?), a sequence of events leads Wall-E and EVE to liberate incarcerated robots, fall in love, save humanity, cure cancer, and tour with Van Halen. The animation was amazingly detailed and is, in my opinion, Pixar's best work to date. This movie earns every once of the 9.998 out of ten that I'm giving it. The only thing keeping it from a perfect ten is that EVE actually had the audacity to knock Weebo from Flubber (remember Flubber?) down from the top of my List of Most Adorable Hovering Robots. The only damage that can be done to this movie is the production of a sequel. Don't be like the Wachowski brothers, Pixar. Leave it be.
Alright readers, today I have a very special dish for you. Today we are going to eat MOORS AND CHRISTIANS! The dish is truly named just that, except in Spanish. The "proper" name is Moros y Cristianos. For me, however, the true excitement of this dish comes from shouting out the fact that I am truly and honestly eating MOORS AND CHRISTIANS! Moors and Christians, I might add, taste delicious. As with my other cooking specials, I shall list all of the steps needed for cooking MOORS AND CHRISTIANS! (Besides, y'know, burning at the stake.)

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Well, well, well. It looks like a buddy of mine decided to list me as a reference on his job application. Interestingly, the place of business decided to send me a questionnaire regarding his integrity. Now, if I had not known this guy for nearly all of my life, I would've taken this opportunity to completely ruin him. The thought did cross my mind, though. Where should I begin?
How long do you have to be in a religion before you can use it to start complaining about stuff? I ask this in response to the recent Hindu protests against the new Mike Myers movie Love Guru (


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