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"W." is a Piece of Shit.
10/17/00
After viewing the third and final debate of this very exciting election
season, we at Motel Magazine have decided to finally state our opinion once and
for all on George W. Bush. It is our opinion that W. is a piece of shit.
"[Gov. George W.] Bush is a piece of shit," said Margaret
Minnick, publisher of Motel Magazine.
Even the normally soft-spoken co-publisher of Motel, Chris Minnick, agreed. "I
agree. I've finally come to the conclusion that George W. Bush, currently a candidate
for President of the United States and the governor of Texas, has a personality,
an intellect, and a physical appearance that have many similarities to a piece of shit."
The editorial board of Motel Magazine has not yet made an official statement on their opinion
of Al Gore.
Would you want Dubbya flying your plane?
10/17/00
According to THE MEDIA, many Americans find George W. Bush more "likeable"
than Al Gore. Most poeple realize that he is not qualified to be President of
the United States, and is of impressively low intelligence. But somehow
"likeability" has become an important issue.
I don't care how "likeable" someone is -- not when they are performing an
important job. When I board an airplane, my primary concern is not whether I
would enjoy having a drink with the pilot at the airport bar. Rather, I
hope that the pilot is experienced and good at his or her job.
It's the same thing with the Presidency. Sure, Gore gets on my
nerves. But I know he would do a better job than Bush.
Take Dubbya out for a drink, but then vote for Gore.
Or, if you don't live in a "swing state," vote for Nader or
another third-party candidate!
Dubbya's Word of the Day: Abrogation
10/11/00
Abrogation: n. act of repealing, abolishing (a law, etc.)
Use in a sentence:
"That would be an abrogation of our agreement with NATO;
no one's suggesting that."
Motel Magazine Big Word Points: 6
Dubbya Planning to Dump Cheney at Last Minute? (9/27/00)
There's a rumor going around the Internet that W is planning to dump
Cheney at the last minute. The "plan" is that Cheney will suddenly have
medical problems a week or two before the election, and John McCain or
Colin Powell (who are apparently the only
Republicans anyone likes these days) will step in.
It may be just a rumor, but it's interesting! Read more at
http://www.snopes.com/inboxer/outrage/cheney.htm
Dubbya's Subliminal Advertising Campaign (9/12/00)
Subliminal advertising has hit the "big time"! The Good Ol' Boys from
the GOP have come out with a fabulously bad-ass ad implying that the
Democratic candidates are "RATS" -- but subliminally. How cool is that?
Big time cool!
You can read all about it here.
To celebrate this great day in American politics, we're holding a Subliminal
Bush Ad Festival! Please send us
your subliminal ads about Bush and Cheney, and we'll post them to a special
subliminal ad page.
Dubbya Photos Just Keep on Trucking (8/27/00)
Well, happy Sunday to y'all! My morning has been brightened by this gem
of a photo, for which no humorous caption need be penned because the
real caption is funny enough: "Bush Delivers Foreign Policy
Address in Miami"
Yes, it is clear from this photo that W has absolutely no f**king idea what
he's talking about. Even with that teleprompter smack in front of
his face, he's still confused about which country is where, and all those
other pesky details. But he does know a lot about smack, I hear.
But don't worry, folks, if elected Prez, W will be sure to surround himself with
experts so he won't have to know squat. Kinda like when he ran that Oil Company
(which went bust anyway).
Today's New Dubbbbbbya Photos (8/21/00)
By now you must have realized that we don't think much of Dubbya.
In fact, we are quite certain that he is The Biggest Moron to Ever Run
for President. "But what about Alan Keyes?" you ask -- well, he's
a very odd and misguided man, but face it, he is smarter than
Dubbya.
It is one of our daily joys to look through the latest press photos
of Dubbya -- there are always several gems in the bunch. Today we have two:
The first one features Dubbya doing the amazing "body under the table,
head above the table" trick in Tennessee. Quite a magician, that Dubbya.
Maybe these kinds of tricks will bring everlasting peace to the "Iraqians"
and the "Palestinites."
The second photo reveals, I believe, many of Dubbya's feelings about John
McCain. No number of "He's a good man" quotes from Dubbya will make me believe
that he doesn't want to wring his neck.
Please don't vote for Dubbya -- I beg you! He's like that stupid kid in your
fifth grade class who you were forced to work with during reading time in the
hopes that your ability to read would rub off on him. Or the dimwit who could never
master long division. Trust me, you don't want him running the country.
New Movie Round-Up -- "Yee-haw!"
Yesterday's newspaper featured a front page story on how male
sports fans' testosterone
levels rise and fall along with how well their team is doing (presumably
only when they're watching sports). The title said something like
"A WIN can equal s-e-x!" How chipper.
Well, I suppose that the link between sports and testosterone may explain
the logic behind this week's "big new movie", The Replacements.
No, it is not a study of the eighties band of the same name, it is
the story of a team of scab football players who get the spotlight when the
real players strike. It stars Keanu Reeves as "Footsteps" Falco
(Oooo - rock me Amadeus!), the quarterback, and Gene Hackman as the scab
coach. Apparently strippers are called upon to be the cheerleaders in
the time of crisis. Sounds like total crap to me, but if you men are looking
for a testosterone high, I'm sure you could do worse.
Also opening this week is Autumn in New York with Richard Gere as an
aging businessman (what else) who falls in love with a dying young woman (no, not
a prostitute this time - darn!) played by Winona ("Noner") Ryder. They didn't
even screen this for critics before releasing it. Gee, I bet it's really
good.
B-level stars Jimmy Smits and Kim Basinger are to be found in
Bless the Child (aw!) about an autistic kid with superpowers or something.
Sounds really original.
On the art house circuit we have American Pimp. No, this one doesn't
also star Richard Gere, it's a documentary about pimps. Sounds pretty
good—you could do worse than lots of bitch-slapping and furry hats. Also
for the sophisticates, The Five Senses sounds like a contrived piece
of yuppie/hippie ("huppie"?) fluff about 5 people, each with a problem with one
of their senses. It's Canadian, so you know it can't be too interesting.
All in all, this is one of those weeks that prompted the movie section editor
to run a piece called "10 of the Best Films You've Never Seen" to take up
the front and back pages of the section. Maybe we'll have better luck next week.
The Dubbbya Show -- 8/2/2000
In a shocking development, George Dubbya Bush was nominated for President by
the Republican party. Wyoming cast the votes that pushed the total over the top,
after many states mysteriously "passed" on their turns. Utah did not pass, however,
and proudly declared their state "the only state that starts with U!"
The excitement and pageantry were palpable even through the TV. Many well-coiffed
middle aged folks were on hand, with pinned-on western hats adorned with
american flag bandanas.
Oh dear, they just trotted out some poor girl with Down's syndrome! She read a very eloquent letter about how
she loves Dubbya and likes to vote. Apparently she is very influential among her
friends and if she tells them to vote for Dubbya, they will. Dubbya has found a
kindred spirit in her -- apparently their IQs are almost identical. If you're not
watching the convention on PBS, this was most likely a commercial break.
Now the Big Asshole, Ken-doll head Trent Lott. I think he is made out of
plastic. Perhaps it is not Trent Lott but Rubber Mask Trent Lott.
Why do they keep calling Dubbya "the next president of the United States"? No one's
going to fall for that! I mean,
don't they remember that they said that about Bob Dole? I don't see him hosting parties
in the east room!
Ok, so now they've got Mr. "Big" Dick Cheney up there saying "Tell Clinton and Gore it's time to go!"
over and over. The crowd is eating it up...my god, I think they're doing the wave. Oh, now he's getting
sentimental and they're eating that up too. What a bunch of puppets. He could be reading the damn phone book...
they're just listening for the pauses. Oh good, here come some "acceptable black happy music". Let's watch the
republicans clap along!!!
The Dubbya Show -- 8/1/2000
Hundreds of old white men and a handful of minorities have packed themselves
into a climate-controlled arena to listen to vague speeches, suffer lower-back
pain and dry nostrils, and eat cheap hot dogs and nachos. Many have signs
affixed to their clothes and are wearing goofy hats.
Right now, John McCain is busy selling out to the party. He's trotting out the
old "inspire people to causes greater than their own self-interest" line. I
really don't think Dubbya has ever let a cause greater than his own self-interest
give him a moment's concern.
When Johnny says "vote for Governor Bush," he looks like he's about to puke,
kind of like Nicolas Cage. Hook up a lie detector to this guy!
Earlier, Liddy Dole gave a rousing speech debating String Theory vs. God. She
also offered Barbara Bush some fashion tips, such as "lose the polka-dot collar,
honey, it makes you look like a show dog."
This moment paled only in comparison to last night's Brian McKnight musical
number, where George P. Bush showed up to boogie and show everyone how is uncle is
helping latinos to share in the American Dream.
Today's Dubya Photo
"You can't look this dumb in so many pictures and not BE dumb."
Dubya: "Laura just called me a dolt. What's that mean?"
Dick: "Women. Can't live with em, can't shoot em."
Laura: "He's probably asking Dick what 'dolt' means."
Choose Your Own Punchline
One in an occasional series
"Choose Your Own Punchline" is a brand-new feature at Motel. Here's how it works. We'll provide a headline...you provide the punchlines. Here's last weeks headline:
Elian Returns to Cuba.
- Florida Secedes from the Union
- Castro Joins the Yankees In Swap
- Cuba Vanishes into Bermuda Triangle
- Cuba Tilts And Slides into the Sea as Crowds Rush Port
- Castro Declares National Inner tube Day in Honor
- Luggage Shipped to Hawaii
- Castro Allows Elian's Inner tube to Drift into Cuban Waters
- Branch Davidians Choose Elian as New Spiritual Leader
OK. Now it's your turn. Here's your headline:
Russia Launches Key Module for Space Station
Mail your punchline(s) to motel at motelmag dot com Responses will be tested using our patented Reading Pleasure Index (RPI) and posted almost in real-time (within 24 hours or so).
¡Hola, Amigos!
6/12/00
Summer 2000 is fast approaching and we are ready to entertain you as we
see fit. Coming soon will be an article on my trip to Mexico.
I recently spent a week in Puerto Vallarta. It was my first trip into "real"
Mexico -- I had only been to border towns before -- and I had a fabulous time.
The people down there are very nice, the food and the scenery are fabulous, and
the atmosphere is very relaxing.
The best thing about Mexico is that it gives me that foreign-country thrill that
Canada just can't provide, but there is no long plane ride involved in getting there.
Puerto V. is only about 2 hours by plane from Dallas.
I can't really think of anything negative to say about my trip to Puerto V.,
so I wonder if I'll really be able to write an article. I almost feel incapable of
writing if there's nothing to criticize... But I'm sure I'll find something, and
when I do it'll all be right here for y'all to read.
In the meantime, why not read
"Revenge of the Rubber Masks,"
my review of Mission:
Impossible 2? It could also have been called "Beware of Movies with a Colon in the
Title." Have there been any good movies with a colon in the title? I can't think
of any . I can think of some duds, though: Star Wars Episode 1: The Phantom
Menace, for one ...
-- Margaret
Campaign 2000 Gets Really, Really Boring
3/16/00
Campaign 2000 used to be fun. It was full of Republican debates jam-packed
with freaks like Alan Keyes and Gary Bauer, and smirky east coast rich boy
Steve Forbes. And nothing was more fun than watching John McCain make GW Bush
sweat ("huh - what? I thought this was all sewn up, boys.
This smarty-pants guy is messin' everything up for me! Now I gotta actually
talk to the press? Well, what if I use those lines about the Great
State of Texas and my overwhelming reelection in '98? I think I'll use those no
matter what they ask about.").
Goddamnit, if I have to hear GW Bush say the phrase "The Great State of Texas" in
his frat boy Texan accent, with his head thrusting forward with every syllable,
one more time, I'm gonna die! Needless to say, there is a CNN moratorium in the house.
Texas is, indeed, a great state. But the fact that W ("Dubbya") is from here, and
the fact that he can claim "the people of Texas looked at my record, and reelected
me overwhelmingly" definitely does not contribute to this greatness. If
anything, W's popularity here is a major blemish on the state's reputation, kind of
like the dragging death hate crime over in Jasper a while back.
I am now completely bored by Campaign 2000. I am sure I am not alone in this. The
Gore-Bush Duel just does not hold the interest like the old Republican debates did
(despite the promise of the name).
I mean, it's hard to beat Steve Forbes talking about how Clinton has "besmirched" the
office of the presidency while bobbing his little pock-marked, Kramer-coiffed head
around. Ah, the good old days of '99.
I guess part of the problem is that now I know for sure who I will vote for -- and
let me tell you, it isn't W. We've got to get those third-party candidates revved up
and ready to go to put some entertainment value back into this thing.
By the way, have you ever noticed that W's eyes are too close together? People,
this is not a sign of intelligence. And his wife Laura's eyes are too far apart.
It's a safe bet that she's no brain, either. I think the
only people who can possibly think this is OK are their twin daughters, who
both fortunately have eyes in the proper place. I suppose their parents'
questionable genes cancelled eachother out.
-- Margaret
The Karate Kid Just Ain't As Cool As He Used to Be
2/22/00
Man oh man, they just don't make movies like they used to. And it's a good thing, too!
This past week we rented all three of the Karate Kid movies. We watched them
on three consecutive nights. There is nothing like renting an entire series of
movies to really make the sucky aspects stand out.
A while back we rented all five Rocky movies during the course of a week.
We noticed all kinds of inconsistencies that the moviemakers just weren't counting
on the audience to remember after a the years between the original releases of these
movies had gone by. "Pauly couldn't have lost all their money — he was in
Russia with them the whole time!"
The Karate Kid series was more careful in keeping consistent, but at the beginning
of both KK2 and KK3, Mr. Miyagi and Daniel-san have these very unrealistic
conversations explaining what has happened to the supporting characters
from the previous film.
"Mother and Ali wait for us at restaurant."
"Oh boy, am I hungry, Mr. Miyagi!"
"Why Mother not meet us at airport? Did you tell her the wrong flight
number, Daniel-san?"
"I told her the right number, but the WRONG DAY!"
Watching the Karate Kid again was painful. It not only features some seriously
After School Special-calibre performances by Ralph Macchio and standard 80s
bad boy Billy Zabka, but also co-stars a young and 80s-plump Elisabeth Shue.
Of course Mr. Miyagi (Happy Days alum Pat Morita) and his bonsai trees are
endearing, although they get used too much, with sappy consequnces,
in KK3.
The pacing of these movies is painfully slow. It takes over an hour to set up
the premise that Daniel-san (Macchio) is being bullied by evil karate kids.
Then he learns karate from Mr. Miyagi in about 5 minutes (approximately
one month in the movie, which is pretty unrealistic).
They emphasized some pretty boring parts of
the story, like the endless high school bullying and romance drama. Less of that
and more about the karate would have been more interesting and definitely would
have made more sense.
Speaking of romance, Daniel-san never gets any action! After much soap-opera
style running and back-turned emotional scenes, all he gets from Elisabeth
Shue is a little kissy-poo. Then in KK2, he goes out with this Okinawan chick
Kumiko. I don't think they ever kissed, although they did profess their love
(a very realistic ordering of events in my experience).
By the time KK3 rolled around, I guess the writers had given up on trying to get
any romance for Daniel-san, which (along with Ralph Macchio's somewhat shocking
weight gain) prompted them to introduce a love interest, and then have her be
unattainable ("I have a boyfriend") the whole time she and Daniel are romping
around greater LA, climbing mountains to uproot bonsai trees and engaging in
other typically kiss-inducing activities.
If these movies had been made in the 90s, there would have been a heck of a lot
more superhuman use of karate, and certainly a lot more chicks in the sack for
Daniel-san. I don't remember them being so boring back when they first came out.
Viewing them now, though, makes me wonder how they ever even got made. As they
say, hindsight is 20/20.
I think I'll go watch my Matrix DVD again ... to try and forget.
-- Margaret
Silly City Folk, Luckenbach is for Cowboys!
2/2/00
Maybe it's kinda cheesy, but sometimes we go to
Luckenbach, Texas
("with Willie & Waylon & the boys ..."). We are especially prone to ending up
there when we have out-of-town guests. It is usually a pretty relaxed scene,
with some guitar picking and a gaggle of visitors hanging around. Some only
stop long enough to have their picture taken in from of the Luckenbach
Post Office sign, while others have a beer or two and listen to the music for a
spell.
Well, the last time we went was in December (yes, with a guest!) for the Christmas
shindig in the Dance Hall. We got there in the evening and sat down by the bonfire.
We immediately noticed a "College Kid" couple with cameras, baseball hats on backwards,
loose pants and puffy vests (you know the kind). They were asking the "Country Folk"
to pose for pictures for them, and talking with them a little bit. This all could
have been innocent enough, but I got the distinct feeling that these kids were doing
some kind of Project or something, which kind of left a bad taste in my mouth. I mean,
these were obviously Rich City Kids. What do they know about Country Folk?
Before you say, "Hey, but what do you know about Country Folk?" I will admit,
I don't know much. But I was just out there to listen to a little music and relax.
They were there to examine the people (but only the most rural-looking ones) and
put together some pretentious undergrad photo assignment on them. Just a theory, but
that's what it looked like.
Well, the "College Kids" proved their "sticking out like a sore thumb" status all too quickly. The
band gave an impromptu show out by the bonfire. A few people were standing in front
of the band, watching and listening. The College Kids came up and stood in front of
everyone else (stupid!).
There was a serious cowboy right behind them. He had real spurs (dirty) and a curly
moustache. The Cowboy said loudly: "Pardon me, but the front row is behind me."
The boy College Kid turned around, walked up to the Cowboy, stood very close to
him and stared him in the eye. (Strangely, he didn't say anything.) He just kept
standing there like that (what is this, high school?).
The girl College Kid somehow got involved and before I knew it, Cowboy stepped away, handed
his beer to a lady by the fire, and grabbed the girl's arm. He twisted her arm behind her,
and forced her away from the bonfire, calling for the authorities (unofficial as they may
be in Luckenbach). I heard Cowboy claiming that College Girl had pulled a knife on him.
The College Kids were dealt with fairly and promptly, and were apparently allowed to
stay in town as long as they behaved themselves. I don't think they were able to buy
any more Rolling Rock for the rest of the night, though.
Cowboy turned up about an hour later—singing with the band! Turns out he's a rodeo clown!
He could even do lasso tricks. This prompted our visitor from the north, Chris's sister Beth (who,
by the way, has been a guest on Jerry Springer,
and shouldn't be surprised by anything), to exclaim, "Holy Shit! A real cowboy!"
We stuck around for a while, listened to "Give Me That Good Ol' Mountain Dew" a few more times,
then headed back to our city dwelling. All told, it was an entertaining evening that
could have been ruined by a couple of brats, but wasn't.
What is the lesson to be learned, you ask?
WE'RE BACK! After a few months away, trying to make our sister site, motelmagazine.com, into a real business (ya right!),
we've decided that we were insane. Thus, the resurrection of the original motelmag.com. Accept no imitations!
MORE NEW STUFF COMING SOON! For now...take a look at some old stuff.
2/22/99:
Our ground-breaking Trials of the Century poll
The results are in! A whopping 41.94% of Americans say that they are Anti-OJ,
and Pro-Clinton. What does this say about the state of mind of today's public?
Is being president more important than being a football player? Is killing your
wife worse than cheating on her?
Perhaps. But the greatest lesson one can gather is this: Prosecutors
suck. Wasn't there blood in OJ's van or SUV or whatever? Did Clinton not
coach Betty Currie to lie? It seems to me that if prosecutors can't make
a decent case out of either of these, they ought to be booted out of their
jobs.
Okay, I realize that the House Managers weren't all lawyers. But couldn't
they have at least watched some reruns of LA Law or something in preparation?
Maybe if they hadn't spent all their time whining about how they're from
the "blue collar" half of Congress (yeah, right), they would have had time to
put on a decent case.
Maybe they could have used more rhyming, like Johnny Cochran. Here's some
they could have used:
"If the dress is a mess, you must confess!"
"The Commander in Chief should not touch her briefs!"
Got any impeachment rhymes? Share them!
2/1/99: Dead Xmas Trees Depress Me
Amongst the myriad things I find distasteful about Christmas, perhaps the most vexing
of them all is the litter of discarded Christmas trees which I find along the sidewalks
starting New Years Day.
I find it a disturbing tradition: A family happily purchases a tree for
upwards of $50, ties it to the car, brings it home and lovingly decorates it with
ornaments which are saved for many years. Then, as soon as the season has passed, they
disrobe the tree and toss it into the street to dry up and turn brown. Do the ornaments
get tossed into the street? No. (Well, at least not usually!)
The tree is lured into the house, made to believe it is part of the family - and then
cruelly tossed out just as soon as it feels at home. It's like bringing home a kitten,
letting it get over its shyness and start liking you, buying it toys and a little
kitten bed, and then taking it out on the highway on a cold and stormy night and
leaving it by the side of the road to fend for itself. It's just not right.
1/24/99: Proto-cripples more popular than real cripples at Golden Globes!
The verdict is in: Michael J. Fox, soon to be shakin' with Parkinson's Disease,
is more popular than Christopher Reeve, who won't be doing any shakin' any time soon.
At the Golden Globe Awards tonight, the Foreign Press Association decided not to
give the award to Reeve because they couldn't imagine sitting through his
struggle to make it up to the stage. So, the cripple vote went to Fox, who is
now able to walk onto the stage, but who everyone likes to feel sorry for anyway
because he will, one day, be crippled. To solidify his acceptance of the cripple vote,
Fox tearily thanked his doctors in front of the world. Tom Hanks could be seen in the
front row, wiping away tears.
1/20/99: Why I voted for Robin Williams
While I find Tom Hanks and Brad Pitt repugnant, I actually will sit
through a movie with them in it, if there is some other
reason for watching it. "Saving Private Ryan", for instance, had the
unavoidable appeal of the big, gory Normandy beaches
scene, which drew me into the theater despite knowing I would have to
sit through 3 hours of Tom "Astronaut" Hanks trying
to force an "Oscar-caliber" performance out of his Bosom-Buddies self...
>>Read more in the Research Center!
1/15/99: Announcing the Motel Super Poll
We are proud to introduce the Motel Super Poll! Please take a look at the poll,
to your left. For this week, I have chosen to poll our readers on a subject which
is very important and interesting to me.
Check back each week to see what exciting and timely topic we are polling on!
- Margaret
Our New Year's Resolutions
1/4/99
CHRIS:
- Make billions selling rip-off beanie babies made out of garbage. Call them "Barfy Babies."
- Start local chapter of "Hulk Hogan for President" campaign.
MARGARET:
- Steadfastly refuse to tell anyone about all those Senators I know are having affairs.
- Send those photos to Orrin Hatch, reminding him of the consquences of not paying that blackmail.
What are your New Year's Resolutions? Tell us!
12/15/98
Motel has learned that President Bill Clinton plans to make one final statement
to the American People and Republican politicians to try to save his presidency. Read
the full text of the latest apology here.
11/30/98: Take a trip to ...
World famous "Cup Flipper" Eugene Zanger:
24 years - 2,000,000 cups flipped!
Casa de Fruta is located on Highway 152 in California between Gilroy and Santa Nella.
Visitors may shop in the Casa de Deli, Casa de Wine, and many other Casa de's. Eugene
may be found in the Casa de Coffee shop. The postcard featured at left may be purchased
in the Casa de Gifts, and the kiddies can visit the Casa de Zoo or ride on the Casa de Choo-Choo.
Webster Hubbell Responds to Starr's Most Recent Indictment!
"I didn't mean to kill the soft little puppy. I'm sorry, George."
See! We TOLD you Minnesota was cool!
Visit Jesse "The Mind" Ventura's official web site HERE, though
we can't promise you'll be able to get through. So... whaddya say - Jesse Ventura for President 2000? Let
us know your thoughts in the Research Center.
October 23, 1998
Featured Motel: The Old West Inn
A taste of yesteryear in scenic Willits, California.
 October 18, 1998
The World's Largest Ball of Twine (Built by One Man) is in Darwin, Minnesota. Standing
proudly as a testament to rugged individualism and the triumph of the will, the twine
ball stands 11 feet high, is 11 feet, 9 inches wide, and is 40 feet in circumference.
It weighs 8.7 tons. Read all about it!
October 6, 1998
Alas, it looks like fall is bearing down upon us once again. The days are getting
shorter and colder, I have less energy, and even the picture of Elvis on my
calendar this month doesn't look quite right. We at Motel are trying to think
of good projects to see us through the winter months...
Our ideas:
- Build a Motel Magazine CD Store
- Put a Hotel/Motel Review database on-line
- Just sit around and watch TV
Which do you think we should pursue? Tell us.
September 20, 1998
A Day at the Races
August 19,1998: "You know...that www thing"
Would someone PLEASE tell all those 'television personalities'
that they look like god damn idiots pretending like they
don't know anything about the Internet!! DUH! WAKE UP! I bet
you still don't know how to program your VCR
either, huh? I'm getting sick and tired of this "if you're not technologically
illiterate, you must be a geek and are therefore unfit to talk to normal
people" attitude! It's over! Your "I don't need to ever learn anything
ever again" days are done. Face up to it, TV people--or move to
damn Montana or Utah, get yourself a stupid horse and keep on pretending
that you're making some sort of important statement by being ignorant. I just
don't want to hear about your technology insecurity anymore!
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