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My favorite pastime of the holiday season is arguing over the greatest Christmas movie of all time. The conventional choice is Frank Capra's classic ""It's a Wonderful Life."" There's just no arguing with Jimmy Stewart, Donna Reed and the theme of ""No man is poor who has friends.""
If there was an award for having the most slogans, Lagunitas Brewing Co.'s Brown Shugga' would be the clear winner. Sporting such subtle mantras as ""Beer Speaks. People Mumble."" and ""Cultured Brewery Yeast is a'kin to feeding Raw Shark to your Gerbil. It is unlikely to ever occur in nature."" Brown Shugga' brings the average public rest room to shame in terms of pure, irreverent witticisms.
Six to eight dogs the size of wolves, all strapped together with leather harnesses, their ears pricked up and jaws open wide, barreling down a trail of powdery snow and dragging a sled behind them. They're moving as fast as they possibly can, oblivious to the sled rider's directions or cries to slow down â_ it takes a metal hook driven into the ground to finally stop their run.
It wasn't until this weekend I realized how unbelievable stupid violence is. Friday night as I walked down the street while talking on my phone, I saw two guys sizing each other up a block ahead. As I got closer, they began pushing each other until one warned, ""I suggest you walk away now, dude."" More squabbling ensued, and by the time I was 10 feet from them on the sidewalk, I decided to just stand and watch for a bit. Completely ignoring me, they both had each other in headlocks pushing their red faces toward the ground. ""You've gone too far, man, too far!"" they both screamed.
Josh Groban looks adorable and innocent, but after listening to his new album, Awake, you'll want to run away. Far away. Awake is a random collection of overly grandiose and dramatic songs that will only please serious fans of operatic vocal pop. Granted, Groban is an incredibly skilled vocalist, but his talent would be better served in musical theatre, which he studied until he was offered a recording contract.
If car and diamond commercials have taught Americans anything about the holidays, it's that the best gift comes last. It comes at that moment, when all the presents have been opened and cookies eaten, that a well-dressed and attractive husband appears with a small box. In it is either a) a diamond pendant or b) keys to a new Lexus. The wife cries, the music plays, everyone else feels a little inadequate and if it's a diamond commercial, maybe a tear or two is shed.
It seems that every year the beginning of college basketball season brings up the debate of various coaches around the NCAA being on the ""hot seat."" The patience of loyal fans has worn thin for these underachieving coaches, and their cry for change plays a big role in decisions made by their respective universities. This season is no different than any other, with a long list of potential coaching vacancies.
Strange artists invade the world of the weird
I never thought I'd say this, but Bobby Knight is not such a bad guy.
After waiting nearly 25 minutes in line, the 16-year-old judgmental grocery store clerk said, ""Are you going to buy that Soap Opera Digest? Usually only the old ladies get that.""
Wisconsin will ban gay marriage and civil unions in an amendment to the state's Constitution, following the results of Tuesday's election.
Did you know that there are a variety of fun and neat things to do with a bicycle? It's true! In fact, I made an enumerated listing of these fun and great tasks:
Monday is always a lazy day for me. While the rest of the student body trudges off to another week of class, I celebrate the final installment of my four-day weekend with a big mug of piping hot coffee, a stolen copy of The New York Times crossword (thanks Apartment 202, I owe ya one) and an incredibly comfortable living room couch. This week was different though, as my Monday pleasure cruise veered off course and ended up in a sweaty cardio room. It's all Oprah's fault.
Some people are unlucky in life, some unlucky in love and a few unfortunates are unlucky in lecture and bus seating arrangements. Stories have floated around since freshman year of people meeting friends, boyfriends, future husbands and football players in their lectures, and more than once I have eavesdropped on the Badger Bus and listened to people making new best friends.
This kind of thing doesn't happen often, but in the past year, the world inherited two films about Truman Capote writing ""In Cold Blood."" The first, ""Capote,"" received multiple Academy Award nominations, and Philip Seymour Hoffman won for Best Actor. Yet the film only gave the illusion of greatness, as skilled filmmakers sometimes do. It chose not to judge Capote, but lacked the entertainment value to justify its ambiguity. Hoffman was excellent, but he always is. Now there's ""Infamous,"" starring Toby Jones as a shorter, skinnier Capote. It isn't an improvement.
It began as a normal Monday in October. As the sun rose into the sky, coffee pots perked, toasters clicked and bacon sizzled on frying pans across the country. Yet on this morning, a glance at the sports page interrupted the usual sounds of breakfast.
If you're a college girl in Madison, you are bound to watch certain TV shows with your friends.
One day, Hades abducted Persephone. Her mother, the Earth Goddess Demeter, became so distraught the very Earth began to whither and die. Hearing his people cry as the land died around them, Zeus forced Hades to return Persephone. However, as Persephone fled the Underworld, Hades tricked her into eating a pomegranate which forever bound her to him. Every year she must spend three months in the Underworld, one for each pomegranate seed she ate.