Word: stank
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...their press and production, both Bright Eyes albums are really nothing more than lowest-common-denominator pop music. Oberst’s invocation of the American singer-songwriter tradition is particularly frustrating, as he exploits all of its rhetoric without achieving any of its art. His Nebraska never stank of cowdung, and his scrawny middle-class heartbreak is as trite as it is insincere. Fans of Bright Eyes should stop settling for less, ditch the poseur, and celebrate the genuinely talented songwriters this country has been producing for decades, from Woody Guthrie to Lou Barlow...
...dumbest team name ever conceived. Not only did the Mets have a mascot that was just a baseball with a face drawn on it, but they named the mascot Mr. Met. Everyone knew the Mets were going to stink, they knew they were going to stink, and they stank with wild abandon. Despite the losses, they ranked sixth in attendance that year. They were all ridiculous fun, the UPN of their time, and they pitched like they were pitching the premise for Homeboys in Outer Space...
...comedy trophy for Everybody Loves Raymond, said it all: Emmys do not go to hip, edgy shows. And the Emmys (decided largely by people who make their livings in un-hip, un-edgy network TV) do not give series awards to cable shows. So what if The West Wing stank last year? It takes the Emmy voters at least three years to find out that a show stinks. The only thing the producers of The West Wing could have done to lose the Emmy was to move the show to HBO (full disclosure: that company and TIME are owned...
...dumbest team name ever conceived. Not only did the Mets have a mascot that was just a baseball with a face drawn on it, but they named the mascot Mr. Met. Everyone knew the Mets were going to stink, they knew they were going to stink, and they stank with wild abandon. Despite the losses, they ranked sixth in attendance that year. They were all ridiculous fun, the UPN of their time, and they pitched like they were pitching the premise for Homeboys in Outer Space...
...their art policies as family propaganda. Like all other dynasties, the Medici in due course fizzled out; one of the last of them was the grotesque Gian Gastone (1671-1737), a mountain of fat and wobbly wigs, who commissioned practically nothing, kept puking on the table at court banquets, stank like a polecat and spent the last eight years of his life in bed, imploring boys (vainly, one hopes) to join him there...