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Idol hand are the devil’s playground. Idol time to waste away on the pure nothingness life can present. Worse than any drug, procrastination is the evilest aliment of an American. Far too many of us get by on our fat behinds, faces stuffed full of snack foods. The glow of the new age nanny sooths our sedated minds into the lull of her eternal sleep.

Yet, there is hope and we can do many things with our time, as opposed to rigors of daily life. In the following DIY articles we shall explore many fun things we can do with the spare time on our hands. One of the first things to come to mind is starting our own religion. There are many groups who have started their own religion, The Church of the SubGenius, Discordians, or even Reverend Billy and the Church of Stop Shopping.

What can I say about Geroge Carlin that the internet has not already said. A good portion of us grew up to a Carlin generation. With over 40 years in the spotlight, Carlin was a stanch comedic complainer. Most of us know Carlin better than our own uncles. A grand daddy of comic rebellion, he ranted and rallied against social norms. He held a great mind to ponder questions of life, like “If a fire fighter fights fire, and a crime fighter fights crime, than what dose a freedom fighter fight?

George Carlin had a love for words, which often was the basis for his stage act. Our perception of words, his perception of words, the MAN’s perception of words. He explored the double speak of 1984 applied in the nonfictional world. He discovered odd bits of trivia like titles grow longer and therapeutic with age, “Shell Shock” becomes “Post traumatic stress syndrome”. He used his freedom of speech to push the limits and usher in change.

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When War, Inc. ended, I walked out of the theater and let the movie settle into my brain. I was uncertain about what I had just seen on the screen. I could pick out the trees, but the forest was obscured from my view. There are many elements to War, Inc. stuffed into a 2 hour short movie. I found, I looked at my watch to make sure I had more time to watch. John Cusack has written and produced a movie right up my ally. My only surprise is the King of Pop-Culture did not tell me about it.

War, Inc. centers around Brand Hauser, a Corporate hitman (Cusack) who is hired by Tamerlane, a private corporation headed by a Cheney-esk ex-vice-president (Dan Aykroyd). Tamerlane has taken over Turaqistan, a small middle eastern country, in the first war to be entirely outsourced. They need Hauser to kill off Turaqistan’s Oil Minister, Omar Sherif, who planed to build a pipeline independent of the corporation. Hauser’s cover is Chair of a Tamerlane Trade Mission. Together with his assistant/ contact (Joan Cusack), Hauser has to throw a trade show with a grand finally wedding of the G’ed out son of the Emerit to Turaqistan pop star Yonica Babyyeah (Hilary Duff). Things get complicated with the meddling of freelance journalist Natalie Hegalhuzen (Marisa Tomei).

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The Strangers: a film

We had arrived in Heathrow Airport and I was too embarrassed, too exhausted to ask: “where is Heathrow?” The night before, I told Neil Strauss, who called on behalf of Rolling Stone, I didn’t feel any hostility towards The Strangers; though I still had no intention of seeing the film. I prefer the idea of the people with masks that you see in the commercials, who invade your house and stick around to have a chat about how we’re going to divide the phone-bill. Or we push it further: The Strangers –the reality show; where after the home invading ghosts vote the homeowner out of their own house. Things get really interesting as we see what alliances are forged, and what acts of betrayal. Until one ghost is left to haunt the uninhabited house. And of course I will play a CD of Tom Waits Mule Variations repeatedly inside the house, the whole time it is being haunted. Let this be a warning to you!

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