Yip.

I got my moblog working.

Jim Carrey's comedy career is rolling over in its grave. Ace Ventura 3 announced. (7/10)

From Variety.com:

"Josh Flitter will topline Morgan Creek comedy "Ace Ventura 3," directed by David M. Evans.
"Ace 3" will be produced by Morgan Creek topper James G. Robinson. David Robinson will also serve as a producer with Morgan Creek's Guy McElwaine exec producing.
Principal photography will begin Sept. 17 in Orlando, Fla. Screenplay, penned by Jason Heimberg, Justin Heimberg and Jeff Sank, centers on the son of Ace Ventura following in his father's footsteps by becoming a pet detective for the 7th-grade set and tracking a stolen baby panda after his mother's wrongly arrested for the crime.
Flitter's currently appearing in "License to Wed" and "Nancy Drew." Evans penned "Radio Flyer" and directed "The Sandlot."
Morgan Creek produced "Georgia Rule" and "Sydney White," starring Amanda Bynes."

I smell a clean sweep at the Razzies incoming...

Let's just hope it lives up to such classic follow-ups to Carrey material as "Dumb and Dumberer" and "Son of the Mask."

Oh, and here's the top talent that will be filling Carrey's shoes:

Japan fines overweight citizens: Good idea? (6/24)

Yipes. If this happened in America, we'd surely see riots in the streets. Here's what Japan is doing to "trim the fat":

Citizens between the ages of 40 and 74 are having their tummy stats jotted down. Too big? You might pay.

"To reach its goals of shrinking the overweight population by 10 percent over the next four years and 25 percent over the next seven years, the government will impose financial penalties on companies and local governments that fail to meet specific targets," the Times article states.

The state-prescribed limit for male waists is 33.5 inches. For women? 35.4 inches.

Harsh? Possibly. Effective? Exponentially. What better way to sock obesity in the jaw than by slapping its gatekeeper in the wallet?

What do you think?

Read more here:

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/13/world/asia/13fat.html?_r=1&em&ex=1213502400&en=c6f2623fbee96495&ei=5087%0A&oref=slogin

MMA femme fatales

People make fun of me, but I don't care. I like the new version of Mixed Martial Arts, which just concluded a network television broadcast that was watched by millions.

Some organizations put on a good show, hiding animalistic savagery in a rules-driven sport.

I agree that the EliteXC show CBS aired weeks ago was garbage. But the sport itself is entirely different. It's moody, generally action-packed and exciting.

The rules have also changed over the years. It has evolved from the bare-fisted, "nothing's illegal" bloodsport from the first few years to the media-friendly phenomenon we know today. Now that's progress.

And some of the female fighters are as dangerous as
they are attractive. True femme fatales.

(Credit goes to "Boogie Nights" enthusiast Jon Jimison for the general blog template.)

And just to show you that these ladies are more than pretty faces:

An obligatory fight video:

Calling all drummers! (6/4)

I've made a huge mistake. A few months ago, I let go of my Pearl Export Series 5-piece set for a sum of a few hundred bucks.

Shameful, I know. In fact, it's borderline humiliating.

But at the time of sale, I had no need for 'em. I was at college and they were sitting, gathering dust, in a spare room.

Now, since I'm back on the playing field, I need a quick fix on some shells and cymbals. I'm in desperate need here, friends.

I'm looking to buy a used set before I commit to a new one from musiciansfriend.com. The cheaper, the better. Doesn't matter if it's a name brand.

So if you have one sitting around, let me know. Same goes for cymbals. Don't make me beg on a Wednesday.

Jon Arbuckle is a paranoid schizophrenic.

According to "Garfield" canon, Jon Arbuckle, the comic's lonely, lovable bachelor, cannot communicate with or actually understand what is said by his slobbenly orange cat.

That being so, when the majority of "Garfield" comics are taken out of context, the lonely, lovable bachelor suddenly becomes a paranoid, bipolar, schizophrenic loser.

Instead of a pen-and-paper abomination created solely for our disdain by tremendously unfunny artist Jim Davis, the long-running comic magically becomes a post-modern look through one man's eyes at the desperation and hardship of everyday life.

First, we look at what "Garfield" would be like without the cat entirely.

Exhibit A:






















And now, let's take a look at what Jon would actually look like if he conversed with his pet cat whom he never understands.

Exhibit B:
















I do think the worst part about these comics is the fact that "Garfield" finally becomes humorous again.

It's a shame that it comes at the cost of one man's sanity. Godspeed, Jon Arbuckle. Godspeed.