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Super producer Lauren-Shuler Donner ("X-Men" 1 & 2) is hard at work on a variety of projects as of late including the Keanu Reeves-led adaptation of "Constantine" and took a little time out of her schedule to talk with DH and a few others about what's going on with a third "X-Men" movie.

Are you getting many X3 questions?

Sure, mostly which character would you want to see in X3? [From others] I'm getting Beast, I'm getting Gambit - I have a great idea for Gambit but I can't say what it is.

When do you think it'll start shooting?

Ideally I would love to come out Summer of 2005 which means we'd better get going, but it's going to take a while to make the deals and all that.

What about writers?

Writers we're going to use Dan Harris & Mike Dougherty (the writers for "X2"), and then we're also going to develop a "Wolverine" movie at the same time but it won't come out until after "X3"

Are any of the actors signed on like Anna?

Some of our younger cast are. Shawn [Ashmore, aka. Iceman]...Anna [Paquin] is not. What we did was made everybody two-picture deals, so anybody who was in the first two are not but Shawn is and Colossus and Kitty Pride...

Will Colossus have a bigger role?

We'll see, probably.

Will the Dark Phoenix storyline be used?

We have to, we kind of left that out there so we have to follow that thread along with some other stories.

Ian McKellan told us he's keen on doing X3?

I can't imagine doing it without him or Patrick [Stewart] or any of the main cast...and Halle [Berry]. We have to make sure that she's used well and we have a great great storyline for her, or maybe we do a Storm movie...who knows.

Thanks to 'The Nicer of Two Brendas'.

My other journal is down for the time being - opus hosting is moving servers to a new co-location. Found this out DURING the move. All the times I want to recommend them for hostig - and they do have incredible rates for banwidth and storage - they pull service things like this. I'm on the edge of a sword and carving myself a new ass crack. Meanwhile, elsewhere in the world.....

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By Sharif Hikmat Nashashibi
Chairman of Arab Media Watch http://www.ArabMediaWatch.com
YellowTimes.org Guest Columnist (United Kingdom)

(YellowTimes.org) – The capture on December 14 of Saddam Hussein is being touted by U.S./U.K. authorities and propagandists as a victory for them and a sign of progress for Iraq. While it is certainly an important psychological, symbolic blessing for Iraqis who suffered so terribly under Saddam's dictatorship, it changes nothing on the ground for a people now living under a chaotic, dangerous occupation. In fact, his capture could turn out to be bad news for George Bush and Tony Blair.

Jubilation among Iraqis is totally understandable -- they see this as closure, the end of a dark era in their lives and their country's history.

However, reporters, analysts and experts have rightly pointed out that this will not alleviate the daily ordeal for ordinary Iraqis -- dire poverty, unemployment, malnutrition, checkpoints, lack of medicines, schools, drinkable water, electricity and fuel, an entire infrastructure destroyed by allied bombing and U.N. sanctions, an entire economy up for sale to those responsible, and the heavy-handedness of a U.S. occupation force with little understanding or care for Iraqi life, sensitivities, hopes, grievances and concerns.

All this from an administration in Washington that was so keen on war that it forgot, or didn't care, to plan for peace, ignoring its shallow promises of a better life for the Iraqi people, who were freed from one set of miseries and shackled with another by outsiders experimenting, playing God with their futures.

Bush and Blair have long claimed that Saddam's capture would take the steam out of the resistance. They assumed, naively and against the advice of officials and generals on the ground, that Saddam was still "running the show" (a haggard, disoriented old man caught sleeping and alone in a small dirt hole is hardly a model resistance leader).

They assumed, against the evidence from reporters who interviewed resistance leaders and fighters, that they were fighting primarily in his name, in the ludicrous hope that he would return to Baghdad to rule once again.

They assumed, simplistically and inaccurately, that Iraqi opposition to Saddam would translate into blind support for occupation. Remember the laughable expectation that Iraqis would greet their "liberators" with roses? Remember the fanfare following the killing of Saddam's sons? How quickly these petered out into obscurity.

The resistance will not vanish. Saddam's capture will not be the answer to Bush's and Blair's dreams because they have wilfully ignored and belittled the widespread opposition by a proud people against the occupation of their country by those who for decades supported the tyrant who brutalised them, who bombed a prosperous, educated society into the third world, who maintained sanctions that punished everyone except the regime it was supposed to target.

The resistance will continue, and Bush and Blair will be left to find another bogeyman, another sorry excuse for the chaos they have sowed. This will not stop the opening of eyes to an insurgency quite separate from Saddam.

The masses who are against the occupation of their country will still be against it. Those suffering under the current mismanagement will still suffer -- in fact, his capture may focus their minds even more on their daily plight. And those peripheral elements who fought for him may well continue to do so with renewed vigor, out of revenge.

All in all, Bush and Blair may soon wish they kept Saddam on the run. That way, they could have continued to pour blame on an influence and persona that died the day Baghdad fell.

Now the blinkers are off. Saddam's capture is certainly a good thing, not least because Bush and Blair have one less reason to stay in Iraq, and because this may well cripple the propaganda machine built around him to obscure the very legitimate, serious and obvious grievances behind Iraqi opposition to occupation.

[Sharif Hikmat Nashashibi is chairman of Arab Media Watch http://www.ArabMediaWatch.com, an organization dedicated to objective British coverage of Arab issues.]

YellowTimes.org is an international news and opinion publication. YellowTimes.org encourages its material to be reproduced, reprinted, or broadcast provided that any such reproduction identifies the original source, http://www.YellowTimes.org. Internet web links to http://www.YellowTimes.org are appreciated.

Gonna post this here for I think the two or three people subscribed to this journal and I think I'm one of them....

Some things I can't post to my regular journal on supernovajuice because I use the site in my resume and my family reads it and there is a whole world of "I don't want to have to explain this" involved.

Regardless - finally got paid from my contract a few days ago after two months of non-pay. Got offer of desk job in the new year, lapped it up like a horny pup.

I have also started on a week long Bender (notch it up to Futurama-style) starting two days ago. Although I'm still working as revisions for the project are still coming in - I don't care. Doing the work, but been drinking since Monday. As I told Tiff and Chealsea, all alcohol within a 3 kilometre radius will be sought out and consumed by me simply because I fucking deserve it. Pikachu would agree.

Too long a year, too long a season, too long a day yesterday and the day before and all the other three hundred something something.

To Trish: saw your post about missing my birthday party.... would have loved to see you. Anytime you want to come over and party or hang just let me or chelsea know and it shall be done. Formal invitations would be sent out, but I'm a cheap bastard and the Maid of Honour is currently passed out in the rose garden.

Ramble over.... party on... party *ON*!

be excellent to each other

that is all

This site is more frightening than cool
http://www.mulletjunky.com/

Here you can get your own e-mullet address:
http://www.mullet.com/

Would you want to be somebody@mullet.com ... oh yeah... that's it.

Pewter Star Trek mug
Coffee Pot (if it was somewhat broken before, it was definately broken after he threw it down the hall)
Green Ceramic Mug
Stove door
Fridge door
$600 keyboard
native american bola tie (taken when the Medill family descended upon our residence on 68th)

How many more fucking days until I'm out of here? Oh yeah, 15.

Question:
If you could live forever, would you and why?

Answer:
"I would not live forever, because we should not live forever, because if we were supposed to live forever, then we would live forever, but we cannot live forever, which is why I would not live forever,"
-- Miss Alabama in the 1994 Miss USA contest.

I don't know how I missed this - must not be watching enough TV, although that's probably a good thing in the long run. But saw this and couldn't pass it up:



First Haiku, now a TV program. Can a Broadway play by Andrew Lloyd Webber be on the horizon?

"Mullets: The Musical"

Passed out drunk in bed
Cigarette lights the mattress
The trailer's on fire

Check out my sweet-ass
Seventy-eight Camaro
Up there on those blocks

Dropped beer can rolls to
corner every single time
Trailer's off a wheel

Each truck in the lot
Calvin pissing on something
Ford, Chevy, my soul

Rusty chain link fence
Pitbulls bark at passers-by
Meth lab vapors rise

Long live the Trailer Park! - mrz

Stop The Gay Canadians!
First icky legalized homosexual marriage, then the apocalypse. Conservative America trembles
By Mark Morford

Hordes of quivering GOP lawmakers and vast throngs of proudly homophobic right-wing Christian Americans fell into an adorable tizzy the other day as the entire really, really big country of Canada announced it will change its national law to allow full-on homosexual marriage anywhere in entire country including Vancouver and Toronto and even "that weird province with all the gay French people."

Hysteria and open weeping and panicky looks accompanied the uncontrollable overeating of many stale Ding-Dongs, as millions of sexually confused Bush-ites and members of self-righteous Bible-icious anti-everything groups like the American Family Association, along with entire towns such as Colorado Springs, were absolutely certain the world was coming to an end, like, immediately. I mean, Canada's right next door!

Moreover, they fear, Canada's decision means the God-given sanctity of tepid hetero missionary-position marriage is utterly doomed and our innocent children are sure to become fans of modern dance and maybe even old Barbra Streisand movies, and all of this will undoubtedly result in the introduction of a pair of wacky gay Canadian neighbors on "Everybody Loves Raymond."

"I don't really know what this means, what it represents, what it entails, what gay people stand for, where they come from or what they do or why they do it or how they become that way in the first place or even if they're allowed to vote or fly in airplanes," announced a very trembly George W. Bush at a hastily arranged press conference in the Super Mega Hetero Gun Room of the White House.

"But I do know we won't stand for it, and if these gul-dang furriner evildoers think they can get away with these kinds of tender unions and hand holdings and loving smiles and beautiful intimate commitments, well, they haven't seen America's righteous firepower!" he shouted, pounding his cute little fist on the podium. "We shall prevail!" Then he fainted.

Karl Rove, Bush's master strategist and known devourer of live puppies and breeder of the administration's swarms of evil flying monkeys, briefly waddled into the sunlight to quickly introduce the bitchin' catchphrase "Wussies of Mass Destruction" into the GOP lexical armament.

Rove also pointed out, just before the tiny demon leeches sucked away the tiny shreds of what remained of his soul, how Canada's wicked WMD decision probably meant there were similar latent gay terrorist revolutions ready to burst all over Antarctica and Poland and probably Latvia like some sticky-smooth lubricating substance, and they must be stopped before the world is "converted" and we all end up getting regular pedicures and drinking white wine and belting out the words to "Cabaret" as we cruise around in our purple Miatas.

"As far as I'm told, Canada actually borders our fine upstanding nation," Bush managed to continue, after being hoisted upright, as a paler-than-usual Dick Cheney whispered desperately into Bush's ear while Lynne frantically tried to dissuade their secret lesbian daughter from splitting for Saskatchewan with her lover on the next flight out.

"This means we as a country are actually touching a bunch of gay married people right this very minute! Look at this map! It's like an adjacency thing! Like some sort of weird tidal wave of gay Canadian people in love, just waiting up north to ride big pink buses down here and open chains of well-appointed little erotic chocolate boutiques and buy up all the Cher Farewell Tour tickets. This will not do!"

Already, America's perspective has been affected. In a shocking new poll, fully 41 percent of Americans now believe the terrorists responsible for the 9/11 tragedy were, in fact, gay married Canadians.

Similarly, 23 percent are now convinced Saddam Hussein was either "somewhat" or "almost totally" Canadian. Or gay. Or a member of Loverboy.

AG John Ashcroft, no stranger to uptight asexual homophobic hyper-Christian puling and all too familiar with looking exactly like he just swallowed a pleasure-ribbed condom filled with boiling road tar, was seen running around the Hall of Justice smacking a heavy King James Bible against his skull and dousing himself with buckets of holy anointing oil, just before running smack into the bronze left nipple of the swathed statue of Lady Justice and knocking himself cold.

Bills were proposed. Sanctions were recommended. Emergency precautions were instilled. Bush vowed to cut Canada out of the will. Dick Cheney demanded a restriction on imports of Canada Dry and Canadian maple syrup and an outright ban on the sale of all Aldo Nova greatest-hits compilation records, countrywide.

Donny Rumsfeld, feeling that a nice brutal unprovoked "regime change" in Canada was, of course, long overdue, immediately called for an insanely violent air assault to be quickly followed by an exhaustive deadly ground invasion on Canadian lumberjacks, one that positively reeks of bogus misinformation and lies and pain and hate and a wildly expensive military probe into the whole hockey thing.

"A really, really long metal fence is what I endorse," oozed Senate majority leader and noted closet Village People megafan Tom DeLay, between tongue baths from his personal herd of mildly narcotized French poodles. And Dennis Hastert.

"You know, a big strong fence studded all over with those really sharp barb-wire stickler thingies? Like the kind they use on those leather dog collars? The thick black ones with the snaps that feel all tight around your ankles? And you can't help but squirm and moan and get all giddy?" he continued before falling into a fit of uncontrolled swooning.

In the state of Texas except for Austin which everyone knows is surprisingly cool despite how it's in, you know, Texas, where you still cannot legally buy a dildo or engage in homosexual sex but they pretty much hand you a nice big phallic shotgun as a welcome gift when you visit, the legislature immediately passed a law requiring each and every male to smack any other male they see really hard on the back and buy him a pitcher of bad beer in a manly gesture of football-lovin' patriotic homoerotically repressed solidarity.

Reaction was heated. Viewpoints clashed. Families bickered. Birds flew. Countries sighed. The U.N. napped. Belgians shrugged. Macy's had a big sale. Love exhaled.

The air was thick with tension. Conservatives were stupefied. The religious right, so accustomed to viewing big scary cities like San Francisco and Amsterdam as debauched hedonistic Sodom-a-raffic pleasure palaces to be avoided like a good book or a genuine orgasm or an original thought, suddenly took one look at a map of the world and noticed the size of Canada and went, holy crap.

Pat Robertson quietly dreamed of marrying Jerry Falwell. Everyone openly dreamed of pimp-slapping Franklin Graham. Wal-Marts in Canada were forced to carry issues of Bust and Honcho. Strangely, sales of Jackhammer Jesus dildos increased a hundredfold. Mostly in Texas.

Meanwhile, the rest of the largely benevolent and open-hearted and divinely attuned polyamorous universe just laughed and nodded very, very approvingly at Canada and said, well Jesus with a riding crop and a rainbow flag, it's about goddamn time, you know? </blockquote>

(from The Onion)

Attention, Food King shoppers: Now in Aisle Four, take advantage of our two-for-one special on all Scott Tissue and Scott Towel products. Purchase up to 10 rolls of each. It's just one way you can save big as a valued Food King shopper. And do it soon, for one day, all will be dark. Then, there will be no savings, no bargains, only the cold, eternal embrace of Death.

And don't forget that every Tuesday is Double Coupon Tuesday at Food King, with extra savings on our already-low everyday prices. Small consolation for the inevitability of being buried under six feet of earth, the worms burrowing through our eye sockets, our flesh turning to dust in the pitch-blackness. But still, a fine reason to shop at Food King, no?

Also, be sure to check our Schreiber gourmet cheeses, on sale this week at $4.99 a pound. Do they really taste different from the bargain-brand cheeses, or do we fool ourselves into thinking that the higher price somehow imbues the product with the ineffable virtue of quality? How we would savor each crumb if the cheese were $100 a pound! How your guests would flatter you! So fill your cart if it brings you pleasure, but do not come to me hoping to find meaning in this absurdity.

For the month of October, buy two-liter bottles of all Coca-Cola products for just 99 cents each. Or, if you prefer, buy Pepsi, RC Cola, or Dr. Pepper for a little bit more. Or a host of other competing national brands, for that matter. For at Food King, you have both the power and the burden of choiceóinescapable choice. From which products to buy to what manner of payment, to the type of bag in which to carry the items home, choice torments the Food King shopper at every turn.

And don't miss our special offer on 12-packs of Budweiser beer for $6.99. You might as well take advantage. Who in this store would deny a helpless imbecile adrift in a cold, uncaring universe the chance to numb himself against the fickle whim of time and circumstance? It is all a rehearsal for the grave.

As if that weren't enough, Food King has everyday low prices on cosmetics and beauty aids, so there's never been a better time to delude yourself. Paint your face with blood-colored sludge and pretend you are somehow something more than a slab of meat temporarily occupying space in this uncaring world. Smear yourself a mere mote closer to the pretty princess you fantasized of being as a young girl. Go ahead, transform your crumbling visage into a ghoulish death mask, all caked-on rouge and clumped mascara.
All existence is a delusion and fantasy, anyway; it does no harm to embrace it.

My father has been dead 12 years now. He used his last words to curse the gods for the cancer that had devoured his brain and his bones. Would he be pleased to know, more than a decade past his death, that 30-gallon Glad Bags were on sale for $2.69? It is hard to believe such an offer would be a balm to his soul. But so it is with us all. A hundred years hence, drunken high-school boys whose grandfathers are not yet born will sit upon my burial mound drinking illicitly and urinating on my headstone, and how I might feel about that now will matter not at all.

Our bakery counter has sheet cakes with free custom decorations starting at $5.99. Mark the passage of time, the birthdays, the anniversaries - these annual landmarks mean only that we are one year closer to our inescapable end. We claim to treasure life so, yet we celebrate each step taken toward the grave.

Those who missed last week's half-off Cinnamon Toast Crunch promotion, do not cast blame on yourselves. To live is to fail. Whether you seek to recapture the unconditional love of the womb or to overcome the unstoppable forces of entropy, failure is our lot in life. The loftiest of ambitions are but toys of nature, fleeting soap bubbles for the capricious Fates to dash upon the rocks for a moment's sport.

I gained my freedom the day I accepted my destiny and took work at the Food King, where I eke out a meager existence informing faceless rabble of everyday low prices on butternut squash and K.C. Masterpiece.

So come! Purchase three boxes of Twinings Ceylon Breakfast Tea for the price of two. Indulge in the city's finest deli counter, purveyor of fine macaroni salad and unctuous rotisserie chicken. It matters not. The sun sets on us all. To believe otherwise is the nakedest of folly.

And don't forget: Blue Bonnet tub margarine is on sale for just $1.09 through Saturday.

Okay, I haven't got the video yet, but you can download the song to Black Fly here:

http://66.183.73.16:81/misc/

This is mostly for Trish and Chelsea... I have set up an ftp server an put up the videos of Tori's PayPerView special. Warning, they are huge: each set is approx 650MB and is in quicktime format.

right now they are available through ftp only

ip: 66.183.73.16
username: ppv
password: w0rdss0well

(those are zeros in the password, not letter o's)

I put them up through ftp because my server supports auto-resume so if you are downloading and something craps out, you should be able to continue the file.

If you have other requests (South Park, etc) let me know. If you have problems, icq me.

At the tractor pull
We shared super nachos, Coors
Belched each others' names

Evening attire
Faded daisy dukes, flip-flops
She might be The One

Greasy nails and Ratt
Dead Camaro on the lawn
Pink flamingos stare

Gold chain drapes over
dingy Wal-Mart wifebeater
I see your nipples

NASCAR race, hell yeah
Cold Coors Light sixer, sunburn
Show me your boobies

Dang! Your tube top is
making me want to forget
that you're my cousin

Sleeves ripped off T-shirt
Bud Light beef jerky breakfast
Sister loves cousin

Metal-flake bass boat
Sunlight glinting off fish scales
Stuck to greasy hair

Hood of his Nissan
Aztec princess, waterfall
Gold Pep Boys trim shines

Zippo falls to floor
TV glow through Winston wisp
Rubbing to Britney

To celebrate the return of the faboo Cheaza, more haiku:

Sleeves ripped off T-shirt
Bud Light beef jerky breakfast
Sister loves cousin

I think I need to start finding something else to post here, but I get this stuff in my mail box three times a week... it demands to be shared.

Mulling over the mullet

Olympia beer
Comes in bottles? What next then?
Must I now wear shoes?

Oh! El Camino
You were mine, but now you're gone
Damn you, repo man


courtesy of Mark Morford, SF Gate