This book is filled with logical fallacy upon logical fallacy—so many examples of argument from ignorance it makes my head spin. Halfway through the book, I began realizing that my brain hurt after each passage I read, because it has to work overtime at cutting through the bullshit. As it turns out, when you cut through the bullshit of this book, you find there’s nothing left.

To begin with, the author takes no responsibility for the opinions he’s passing around. His entire argument is phrased within “he says” quotations. What journalist (he claims to have been a journalist with the Chicago Tribune) of any worth would write an entire book where he does nothing but put words into other people’s mouths?

Then there’s the obvious fallacy begun from the start of the book and carried—unchallenged—straight through to the end: associating an opinion with the name of someone respected or esteemed in a particular field DOES NOT make the opinion a fact. The author even uses this to “debunk” an anti-Christian idea in chapter 2, while blatantly and ironically doing that very thing throughout the entirety of his book.

This is pure, utter, nonsensical dogmatic drivel. It’s ridicule and argument and posturing.

This book should not be read by Christians, because it will only serve to make them liars.

And it really should not be read by non-Christians either, but I doubt there are too many of us out there willing to read an argument for Christ in the first place.

The trailers for this movie made it look like a rugged, action-oriented film, which I thought would be a more likable fare than what we normally get out of Jodie Foster. Unfortunately, the trailers greatly misrepresented the film. What little action there is only seemed to be a set-up for the hours of mind-numbing drama. And I’m not talking about the Anthony Hopkins, Meryl Streep, good kind of drama… I’m talking about the painful, boring, I-want-my-money-back Jodie Foster type of drama.

The plot and the dialog were fairly predictable—I found myself saying the lines along with the actors even though I had never seen it before.

The movie did break new ground in one early scene, in an artsy and disturbing fashion, when visuals of a battered and bloody woman being moved around by emergency room doctors were intermixed with visuals of her sexual experiences. The scene relates the paramedics moving her on the gurney to her lover moving her on the bed, and the nurse cutting off her clothes to her lover removing them, and so on. It’s a very uncomfortable, and very vivid bit of cinema that quite clearly draws an undeniable connection between sex and violence.

As a fan of the intellectual and psychological thriller/drama (eg, Se7en, Pi, Magnolia) I had high hopes for this movie. The opening credits succeeded in drawing me in, with a number of “coincidences” being stated as fact, all making connections to the number 23.

I really thought this was going to be a great movie. In fact, the story started out with pretty good potential. Unfortunately, this movie suffers from the same telegraphing symptoms of other high-budget let-downs, like the DaVinci Code, or Secret Window. Every twist is seen coming far in advance, and the plot is paper thin. It’s a story about a story.

I think it’s a sign of a weak writer when you write a story about a story, making that sub-story out to be great. It’s as if the writer imagines his story as great, but knows it’s not, so he has to write a story around it to cast it in a better light. Well, that’s how it looks to me, anyway.

Survivor is an absurdly funny, yet penetratingly accurate look at modern society, in perhaps a not-so-good light. As a follow-up to the wildly successful Fight Club, Survivor carries over some of the elements I found so fresh and new about Palahniuk’s writing, while still keeping the story fresh and new. In other words, this is definitely not Fight Club, Part II.

As an author, Palahniuk’s best quality is his willingness to take chances. From the backward numbering the pages and chapters to the edgy themes contained therein, we can be certain about this: there is no topic too sacred.

A few of the “twists” toward the end didn’t live up to the set-up for me, but it’s not much of a let down when the book is still so much more interesting than the rest of what’s out there these days.

It’s a 20-page story that might be helpful to some people, stretched into 70 pages, and then wrapped in 20 more pages of bullshit trying to convince the reader of how good the story is.

This is the very definition of lame. The idea of the story might be a good one—for 6th graders—but it’s what any adult should already know. And more importantly, if you’re an adult and you don’t already know this, you’re not going to suddenly have a revelation after reading this lousy book.

I just tried new Coca-Cola BlâK. Wow, is that bad or what? The flavor is somewhere in between cola and caramel, which is disgusting enough on its own. Then there’s all of the froth… I can already feel my insides gurgling from the carbonation. And the best part is that it’s sweetened with my two favorite ingredients: high fructose corn syrup, and aspartame. Yum!

I peeled the cellophane, inserted the disc, and spun my volume know hard to the right, and was immediately welcomed by “Benzin” into a kidney punch that makes Sehnsucht sound like a lullabye in comparison.

This CD demonstrates how much Rammstein has polished their sound since Sehnsucht. Not only is the music more mature and more refined, but it also packs a far more serious punch!

This movie was really slow in developing, poorly written, poorly filmed, and with the exception of Susana Salazar, poorly acted too. It’s bad enough that at times you can’t hear what the actors are saying, but it only gets worse when—in a still shot—the camera is wobbling slightly back and forth. Come on, you couldn’t afford a simple tripod for this film?

The only redeeming use for this film is that the dialog isn’t too fast, so if you’re working to improve your understanding of spanish, this film can be good practice.

This has to easily be one of the BEST albums ever made. Of the nine songs contained herein, seven were top billboard hits. This is Billy Joel at his best.

I woke up at 5:30 this morning, the same as every other day, and went down to the gym to work out. When I came back, Koyaanisqatsi was on my tv. I had no idea what I was watching, but I was quite interested in it. This is art unlike anything I’ve seen before, and I was so impressed by it that I went to the local underground movie and music store to buy a copy as soon as I was done at work.

I don’t know how I could describe this movie to someone who hasn’t seen it, except to say that it’s like photography in motion. I highly recommend this film to anyone capable of enjoying art.