video store idiocy - Onion article (1 Viewer)

[SteveGon]

Oh man, this is so true...

Continued Lisowitz: "Then, I hear this other guy go, 'I heard Driven was really good.' How? From whom? Who are your friends? Where could you possibly have obtained that information? These people were like aliens from a planet where everyone is a moron and watches bad movies."

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http://www.theonion.com/onion3736/br...deo_store.html
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He thought on homeland, the big timber, the air thin and chill all the year long. Tulip poplars so big through the trunk they put you in mind of locomotives set on end. He thought of getting home and building him a cabin on Cold Mountain so high that not a soul but the nighthawks passing across the clouds in autumn could hear his sad cry. Of living a life so quiet he would not need ears. And if Ada would go with him, there might be the hope, so far off in the distance he did not even really see it, that in time his despair might be honed off to a point so fine and thin that it would be nearly the same as vanishing.
-- Charles Frazier, Cold Mountain

 

[Deepak Shenoy]

Reminds me of something I overheard at Walmart when I went there to pick up the Godfather set. A mother and daughter team were shopping for videos. The daughter picks up the Snow White DVD and the mother goes "DVD ? Who wants to buy that crap ? Where is the video ?" and then they go looking for the video.

 

[MickeS]

Steve, since you're a fan of The Onion, I thought you might find this NPR interview with their editor and a writer interesting. They talk about how The Onion handled the terrorist attacks.
http://www.npr.org/ramfiles/fa/20011004.fa.03.ram
/Mike

 

[SteveGon]

MickeS, thanks for the link!
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He thought on homeland, the big timber, the air thin and chill all the year long. Tulip poplars so big through the trunk they put you in mind of locomotives set on end. He thought of getting home and building him a cabin on Cold Mountain so high that not a soul but the nighthawks passing across the clouds in autumn could hear his sad cry. Of living a life so quiet he would not need ears. And if Ada would go with him, there might be the hope, so far off in the distance he did not even really see it, that in time his despair might be honed off to a point so fine and thin that it would be nearly the same as vanishing.
-- Charles Frazier, Cold Mountain