I've never been a fan. I admit it. But this is something else entirely. The Governator has decided one way to make up for years of fiscal trouble is to enact a law that halves the already-short time shelter dogs and cats in California are kept before being euthanized.
For some reason, the law would target only dogs and cats, and no other types of animals in shelter custody. Right now, animals have only six days in crowded conditions, which is clearly not enough time. He wants them to have THREE DAYS to live. With record owner surrenders from the failed economy and housing issues, shelters are crowded and the three day rule would mean mass destruction of cats and dogs.
This wouldn't even come close to making a dent in the red for California. By the time you factor in extra staff to handle mass killings and the drugs and equipment to carry it out, any money saved is nominal. Not to mention the fact that it's heartless and cruel and punishes not only stray or turned in dogs, but lost dogs. In Los Angeles county alone, there are enough shelters that it could actually take three whole days to just LOCATE your lost dog. Imagine locating your lost beloved dog, but just not in enough time to save him from a needless death.
I've already called, emailed and written to this heartless idiot, but I'm urging everyone I know to do the same. This email form can be submitted by anyone, regardless of what state they are in. I think this is one of the most arcane and non-humane ideas to come out of California in decades and puts animal welfare back decades.If you feel the same, please follow this link to tell him so!
http://gov.ca.gov/interact
I realize y'all on my f-list are mostly a decade or so younger than me, but this clip resonated with me so much I had to share. I meant to post it when it first aired, but I got distracted.
As most fans know by now, Life was not renewed for a third season.
While it makes me sad to think we'll not be seeing Detectives Crews and Reese back on our collective tv again, one can hope to see Damian Lewis and Sarah Shahi again soon
I have to admit to a cetain sort of relief that the show was finally axed. Season One was so exceedingly good and Season Two was so...well, not. I can't help but feel the show was left to die a slow, painful death. Having said that, One was so amazingly good and Season One-like that I have mixed emotions.
( The Autopsy )
Mary McNamara is an LA Times writer who has, in the past, highly praised the show in her reviews. She's been very vocal about loving not only Damian Lewis and Sarah Shahi, but all the lovely complexities that once made this show so great.
She's obviously seen the season finale, and while she doesn't give anything specific away, if you don't want to know whether she liked it or not, then consider it SPOILER-laden. Even though it's really not.
In her recent reviews of Life, she seems on par with most of us; the first season rocked hard and this one has been almost sad to watch. But, I wanted to post this since she's been consistently a champion of the show.
http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/la-e
( Angus )
That crazy bitch
http://adlervan.livejournal.com/24480.ht
I dare you not to swoon. Seriously, the best picspam in AGES. Adlervan is my hero.
But, sometimes, when cultures collide, Volare! happens.
Comments welcome.
Task that a dream so does not return never more.
I painted the hands and the face of blue.
Then suddenly I came from the kidnapped wind and I began to fly in the infinite sky.
To fly, Oh! , Oh! ,
To sing, Oh! , Oh! , Oh! , Oh!
In the blue, painting of blue,
Felice de for being lassù.
And I flew, I flew, happy
More up of the sun and still more upwards.
While the world pian' slowly
It disappeared far away laggiù,
A sweet music
Only sounded for me.
To fly, Oh! , Oh! ,
To sing, Oh! , Oh! , Oh! , Oh!
In the blue, painting of blue,
Felice de for being lassù.
But all dreams in the dawn svaniscon because
When the moon tramonta them door with himself,
But I continue to dream
In the beautiful eyes your, that they are blue
Como a star sky trapunto.
To fly, Oh! , Oh! ,
To sing, Oh! , Oh! , Oh! , Oh!
In the blue, painting of blue,
Felice de for being lassù.
And continuous to fly, happy
More up of the sun and still more upwards.
While the world pian' slowly
Scompare in the eyes your blue,
Your voice and a sweet music
That sounds for me.
To fly, Oh! , Oh! ,
To sing, Oh! , Oh! , Oh! , Oh!
In the blue, painting of blue,
Felice de for being lassù.
The DEPTH and POETIC GENIUS of this 80s classics requires that I write all the lyrics for you so you can appreciate it just that much more. </div>
(Various voices, confused about man with books, commenting on large stack of books and general muttering.)
(Man with books grunting, “Ich, ich, ich” as he struggles with books.)
(Balding man returning book states, “I’m returning a book.”)
(Fine-haired librarian says, “Huh? Oh, it’s you.”)
(Rabbi humming to himself while sitting in reference section.)
(Chimp.)
I wish that they were better
Now I’m singing in the library
And trying to flirt
Why’d the janitor walk there?
The monkey’s reading/Let me help with the books
You have really big glasses
I’m acting really bashful while I’m singing to you
Oh, I won’t go away/No, I just won’t go away
Now I’ll walk away and head over here
I’ll check the files out/When I get over here
When I open this the cards all fly out
I saw Ghostbusters and copied that
Now, now, now, play the keyboard
Is that Dave Coulier?
Throw this away
I’m looking for a specific book
‘bout a rabbi and black guy
I’m peeking through the books/And I won’t leave you alone
Now, now, I’ll float to the next level
(whispers, “In a magic chair.”)
What’s happening with that monkey?
What is with this gas mask?
This is a strange library (I think it’s dumb)
I’m gonna pull a gun on you
But, don’t be afraid/I’m silly, so…..
Now I’m floating back down to the ground floor
I never realized
I could fly so easilyNow the rabbi’s walking right behind me
I don’t know why he is following me
Maybe he wants this book
Check out my cool new sweater
I just bought it/It’s from the Gap
It was just forty dollars
(Muttering voices, including mock-blasphemous remark from Dave Coulier.)
(Faux-outtakes ensue.)
Do you like my mullet?
Business in front, party in the back
Now I’m an…..
Old man.
My other friend
adlervan also has a tribute in song/words to our Mutual Friend.
Musings on Mrs. Damian Lewis, Sarah Shahi's hair and Bobby Stark.
Okay, I know I'm old. (Er.)
But, honestly, you live long enough and you see the same old crap recycled over and over again.
Maybe I'm bitter because I don't really know what the hell is going on out there and I'm totally out of touch. Whatever. Sometimes, recycling isn't good for Our Planet.
( Reduce, Reuse, Read. )
Common Sense Caution: Episode recaps contain spoilers.
Yes, because we need to be sure these babys get an edukation. Frankly, babys aside, I think the real gem on this sign is the fact that the word "more" has the quotations around it.
