Whew! Western movies dodged the bullet: Governor Bill Richardson will not pardon Billy the Kid, so we can continue to have westerns made about him that have him shootin’ and killin’ and being an all-around bad guy. I’d tell you what crimes he committed, but then I would have had to read the article, and frankly, I don’t care enough. I just thought it was hilarious that a governor was actually considering pardoning him. (Cue the outraged historian explaining my ignorance to me in 3, 2….)
British tabloids are awesome: Click here and scroll down to see the side-by-side picture of who the editors think Kim Kardashian looks like with her new hairdo. And I got here by following a Hot Air link to this story about a 94-year-old father. Good to know the kid will lose his daddy before he hits double digits. Selfish bastard. (By the way, I have no freaking clue who Kardashian is. Something about a TV show that I’ve never watched, and will never watch.)
It’s come to this: CNN has an article that gives you a how-to guide for New Year’s Eve—via apps for your phone. Insert standard intergenerational rant here.
Run for your life! An actress who was injured in the accident-plagued Spider-Man musical on Broadway (um—what?) is quitting. Yeah, I’d quit, too, because it sure seems like the people who put that show together hired the Three Stooges to direct their stunts. ($292.50 a pop for some seats? And they wonder why nobody goes to Broadway shows anymore? Geez.)
“‘Twas on the night that poor Billy died,
He said to his friend, ‘I am not satisfied.
I’ve killed twenty-one men and before I am through
Sheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty-two.'”
I read up on this once; he probably didn’t kill as many men as the ballads have it but he was a murderous thug and New Mexico must be the happiest state in the Union of their governor has time to think about this sort of thing.