Pun Salad

• With respect to Time magazine's Person of the Year: fortunately, I read Ann Althouse's warning before I revealed my inner dork. [What do you mean "inner" dork?-ed. Good point.] Dylan fan that she is, I'm surprised Prof. Althouse didn't apply the obvious lyric to Time magazine's efforts to be "with it" and "happening":

  Because something is happening here
  But you don't know what it is
  Do you, Mister Jones?

  Jeremy Lott is, if anything, even less impressed.

  Update: Michelle Malkin? Even less impressed than Jeremy!

• Continuing on an issue we discussed yesterday, there's a good roundup of the blogosphere's McCain-phobia at Beltway Blogroll. (Via Instapundit.)

• Iowahawk channels James Lileks, analyzing the April 3, 1959 edition of "Night Life in Chicago".

• I don't know what genius composed this, but:

  

  (Seen at Surviving Grady, stolen from Danger West.)

I liked this movie quite a bit more than the critics did. Warning: I'm going to spoil the ending here. It's an (almost) totally believable demonstration of how two ostensibly happy people, Gary and Brooke, (played by Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Aniston) let a minor disagreement put their relationship into the toilet, through unwillingness to compromise, game-playing and selfishness. And—unlike the normal romantic comedy—the film is honest enough to recognize there's no going back. Although both characters "grow", there's no way to glue their shattered relationship back together.

You wouldn't think that this could still be funny, but it is. The supporting cast is superb. Ann-Margaret plays Brooke's mom, yowza. Justin Long, who I thought was mediocre in Accepted, is great here, as Brooke's co-worker. [And he's even better in the alternate ending and a deleted scene on the DVD, so check that out too.]

In real life, however, you have to think that the Vince Vaughn character would have realized: Hey! My girlfriend looks just like Jennifer Aniston! And then proceeded to do the dishes, go to the ballet, and basically anything else she wanted.