And I have to quote Lisa Simpson: "But I'm hardly learning at all!"

No, that's the "Midgets, the Sartorially Challenged, and People with 18 Goddamn Kids" network.

As of late.

Sometimes. But more frequently.

I dunno, I think ONeal has been nailing it (unless you meant that in a good way, TimC — it's hard to tell). The Hater gets too snarky and vitriolic where it's barely even warranted.

You forgot to mention
Discovery Health. They might as well change the name of it to "The Obesity Channel."

Actually, I think it might just be that I'm prejudiced against white South Africans. I always disliked Trevor Rabin of Yes also.

I suppose that should be "Atlas Buggered" but that doesn't rhyme. Poetic license, dammit!

Gay porno version: Atlas Bugged
Self-love porno version: Atlas Tugged
Oxygen network PG-13 rated softcore version: Atlas Hugged

She's good lookin' and all, but I just never have been able to stand her for some reason.

I thought the tone was spot on. If I had to make a criticism it's that a little more emphasis should have been placed on exactly how shitty a writer Rand was, and slightly less on how batshit crazy her ideas are.

DJR, you're a genius. I never thought of Verhoeven, but that's a great idea. He could turn it into an awesome satire of Objectivism just like he turned Starship Troopers into a satire of gung-ho militarism.

You sure about that, BH?

1) wtf? Dunno.

Cool!
Just one more reason to hate Charlize Theron. I'm always on the lookout for those.

Ah…the mid-90's.

At least it's not a Walter Mitty rip-off that started the annoying "something fucked-up and unbelievable happens and then we find out that the main character was just imagining it" trend that we're still reeling from to this day.

The one clearest memory I have of it is Jack Dodson reprising his Howard Sprague role from the Andy Griffith Show. As I remember it, Howard Sprague comes into town and fixes everyone's problems and improves everyone's lives with his gentle homespun wisdom, and then rides off into the sunset.

Hey, Meathead's doin' dishes!

So is there an inverse relationship between the hotness of one's legs and one's journalistic capabilities? Soledad O'Brien's legs: Very hot. Walter Cronkite's legs: Not hot at all.