...former Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi, 67, has signed on to be the voice of Ultraman King in Mega Monster Battle – Ultra Galaxy Legend: The Movie, after his son and first-term House of Representatives member Shinjiro Koizumi, 28, urged him to accept the part.
One of his lines read, “We have to continue the fight, and support the weak. Rise again, warriors of the Land of Light. For peace and justice! For all the universe!”
The movie opens in cinemas here on December 12:
Things Skippy is no longer allowed to do in the U.S. Army:
- 14. Not allowed out of my office when the president visited Sarajevo.
- 15. Not allowed to train adopted stray dogs to “Sic Brass!”
- 16. Must get a haircut even if it tampers with my “Samson like powers”.
- 17. God may not contradict any of my orders.
- 20. Must not taunt the French any more.
- 21. Must attempt to not antagonize SAS.
- 26. Never tell a German soldier that “We kicked your ass in World War 2!”
- 27. Don’t tell Princess Di jokes in front of the paras (British Airborne).
- 28. Don’t take the batteries out of the other soldiers alarm clocks (Even if they do hit snooze about forty times).
- 29. The Irish MPs are not after “Me frosted lucky charms”.
- 32. Not allowed to let sock puppets take command of my post.
- 33. Not allowed to chew gum at formation, unless I brought enough for everybody.
- 34. (Next day) Not allowed to chew gum at formation even if I *did* bring enough for everybody.
- 35. Not allowed to sing “High Speed Dirt” by Megadeth during airborne operations. (“See the earth below/Soon to make a crater/Blue sky, black death, I’m off to meet my maker”)
etc ^_^
"Those mythical [Sirens] didn’t seduce with beauty or carnality — not with petty diversions — but with the promise of unending knowledge. “Over all the generous earth we know everything that happens,” they crooned to passing ships, vowing that any sailor who heeded their voices would emerge a “wiser man.”That's pretty cool... tho i confess i thought it the myth was all about teh sex!
That is precisely the draw of the Internet."
The disc's okay. They're metal, and talented players, and playful and eclectic, but nothing they do is life-changing. OTOH, they occupy a slot that few other bands do, somewhere in heavier, Dream Theaterier sphere of things, but the chick singer (she started out in pop rock; the guitarist, bassist, and drummer were her backing band) and the Japaneseness of it all makes for some unique listening. You'll also get a taste of Van Halen (on tracks like "Run or Run").
Track four, "AB-" starts out as a ballad, then segues into a sloppier alt-rocky "I only tune my lefty Fender Jaguar that I bought from a Salvation Army on Tuesdays" type-o-thing after a minute, then segues into a tighter mid-tempo rager-ish dealie for another 45 seconds, then switches back into ballad mode, then into a uphill chugger for a spell. It's like a multiple personality disorder in my head. 
The first third of the next song, "Kaijin no Hana," has a ticklish malevolence about it, with the bass and drums locking into an ominous groove on a bed of steady 8thy guitar, but it throws it all down the toilet at 1:32 when a small flock of squawking birds descends upon your head and masturbatorily wah-wahs you to the brink of incontinence. It's not until the last third that you get sweet relief, via a decent metal groove, with splashes of china cymbal and some cool gang vocal. But it's too late, your head and hair is thick with wretched Hammettian stench of bird droppings!
"Hero Gravity" starts with a cocky swagger, then gets in its car and floors it. Like the last song, the drums nail everything to the wall and make it all awesome. The guitar solo, however, is a missed opportunity. 
Track 10, "Enshou", has a Vai-demos-like little hammer-on/pull-off intro, some grimy heaviness, some vicious headbanging, and some dirty-yet-clean arpeggiatin', then rinses and repeats it all. Never quite takes off, but some tracks are like that. (Probably should've left it as a B-side or something?)
"Paranoia" is a minute of pianos, then some syncopated disco high-hattin', neither of which foreshadows the bitchin' bridge groove. Chorus is 'sokay, revisiting the synco'd high-hat-a-rific verse; the gallopy chug section after it is better; and the bit with the harpsichord (Mana's skeletal influence has an even greater reach than previously known!) is epic, and the immediate four-or-eight bars after it serves the song well, but then it's back to the I-have-heard-this-many-times-before and-didn't-like-it-that-much-then-either chorus that reduces the song to "should we stick it near the middle or near the end of the album"-ness. I hate when greatness gets mired by cliche. :(
You are not the kind of guy who would be at a place like this at this time of morning. But you are here, and you cannot say that the terrain is entirely unfamiliar, although the details are a little fuzzy. You are at a nightclub talking to a girl with a shaved head. The club is either Heartbreak or the Lizard Lounge...The "two a.m. to six a.m. pivot" is what hooked me, because, YES.
The night has already turned on that imperceptible pivot where two a.m. changes to six a.m. You know that moment has come and gone, though you are not yet willing to concede that you have crossed the line beyond which all is gratuitous damage and the palsy of unraveled nerve endings. Somewhere back there it was possible to cut your losses...
You are leaning back against a post which may or may not be structural with regard to the building but nonetheless feels essential for the maintenance of an upright position...
You spot a girl at the edge of the dance floor who looks like your last chance for earthly salvation. You know for a fact tha tif you go out into the morning alone, without even your sunglasses -- which you have neglected to bring, because who, after all, plans on these travesties -- the harsh, angling light will turn you to flesh and bone.
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"And now even great bastions of freedom are beginning to fall. Hulu, the streaming-video wunderkind co-owned by News Corp. (NWS), Disney (DIS), and NBC/Universal may start charging for content. Last week News Corp.’s deputy chairman, Chase Carey, said, 'It’s time to start getting paid for broadcast content online.” By 2010, Carey said, that time may arrive."I could see Hulu becoming the new cable.
Getting hideously drunk at a dinner party and embarrassing yourself is certainly nothing new. As far back as the 9th Century, the beautifully named 'Dunhuang Bureau of Etiquette' insisted that local officials use the following letter template (dated 856) when sending apologies to offended dinner hosts:
"...a company has hired a bunch of “musicologists,” who sit at computers and listen to songs, one at a time, rating them element by element, separating out what sometimes comes to hundreds of data points for a three-minute tune. The company, an Internet radio service called Pandora, is convinced that by pouring this information through a computer into an algorithm, it can guide you, the listener, to music that you like. The premise is that your favorite songs can be stripped to parts and reverse-engineered..."
Eugene Robinson said sex was the last thing on his mind as he drove the pretty young woman who had asked for a ride to her motel.
“I was waiting for God to send me the one that’s supposed to be my Christian wife,” he said. “That’s what it says in the Bible.”
Yet within minutes of taking the woman to a cheap motel in neighboring Absecon, the 67-year-old Atlantic City Councilman and Baptist minister was receiving oral sex.
“I was so surprised,” he testified Wednesday in an Atlantic County courtroom. “I, um, hadn’t really had any sexual activity since ‘89. I thought that, naively, we were going to just pet.”
He didn’t know that the woman was a prostitute hired by his political rivals to lure him into a sex sting, and that a camera hidden in a clock radio near the bed was recording the tryst.
