Kidman gets pwned

Nicole Kidman and husband, Keith Urban, apparently were back in Kidman's homeland recently, and decided to take in an Australian Rugby game. Or, more specifically, the CHAMPIONSHIP game. Now, although this game's notorioty in Australia is roughly equivilant to the Super Bowl here, Kidman was able to secure not just tickets for herself and Urban, but a whopping 10 tickets with just 48 hours notice. However, and this is where you can tell the difference between America's idea of celebrity privellage and that of the Aussies, when Kidman balked at the idea the tickets were at midfield, and not in a private box, the stadium owner politely invited her to watch the game at home. No more special treatment. No unlimited favors. Nothing. Basically, the guy bent over backwards once for her, and then shoved her ingratitude back in her face.
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I have nothing but respect for the anonymous man. But then again, he's probably more wealthy than even the former Ms. Cruise here, owning a stadium and all. And come to think of it, that guy has never aided me to the point of sexual climax. So.. uh, yeah. Fuck that guy, then. And Nicole, you fuck me. There. I think I just straightened this whole unpleasantness out. Now, lets all sit down to a nice afternoon of rugby. Wait. What do you mean I don't get a private box?! You motor-boating son of a bitch.

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Nicole Kidman takes a left hook... AND SHE'S DOWN!

Nicole Kidman, ex-wife of the Kwisatz Haderach*, got beaten up in the press and at the box office this weekend. First off, her new film, The Invasion, barely cracked the top five grossers. Secondly, her upcoming movie, The Golden Compass, is the newest target of the Catholic League's collective, never-ending insanity.

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Ok, I got nothing for Invasion's flop-age. That's just what happens when you remake Invasion of the Body Snatchers. And, bear in mind that a new blockbuster-to-end-all-blockbusters has been coming out every single Friday this summer, usually more than one at once. Hence, a barely-enticing sci-fi remake MIGHT have itself a bit of a problem. However, as for the Catholic League..... *sigh*. That's all you get: *sigh*. I was born and raised Irish Catholic, and had the dubious privellage of recieving The Catalyst, which is the League's uber right-wing newsletter. It should be noted first that the editor's of said publication all seemed to have dropped out of school with only a 5th-grade education in Science and History. And second, that they all reeeeeallllly need to get laid. And not in the closet, meth-fueled gay sex kind of way. More like in the shot in the fucking brainpan way. Which is, of course, the 43rd position of the Kama Sutra. Well, at least in the copy I picked up in Singapore last spring**. In either case, the point is that every time these "people"*** open their mouths about anything, a million unborn Catholics suddenly become agnostic. Oh, and on a more important note, apparently being the most successful single religious (or even secular) institution in the history of mankind must be so tough. I hope there is a special place in Hell for these people to sit around a poker table and bitch about how God is anti-Catholic for sending them there.

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* - See Dune. Actually, as a matter of fact, don't see Dune.

** - Unfortunately, not the ONLY thing I got.

*** - At least in a biological sense, I suppose.

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