Found this off this blog:

I Don’t Like Spam!!!

Planning A Little Excursion, Mr. Hilter?

Bring Out The Comfy Chair!

This Parrot Has Ceased To Be!

Thank You! Good Morning!

Bouncy Bouncy!

Yes, it’s an hour long, and yes it’s def­i­nitely worth it.

Stephen Colbert imparts sage wisdom in Wired Magazine…

DON’T BE AFRAID TO MAKE THINGS UP. Never fear being exposed as a fraud. Experts make things up all the time. They’re qual­i­fied to.

PICK A FIELD THAT CAN’T BE VERIFIED. Try some­thing like string theory or God’s will: “I speak to God. I’m sorry that you can’t also.” Security experts are in this cat­e­gory: They have secu­rity clear­ances, we don’t. We can’t ques­tion the exper­tise of the NSA because we are not in the NSA.

GET AN HONORARY PHD. They work won­ders. I have a doc­torate in fine arts from Knox College in Illinois. All I did was give a speech, and now every­body has to call me Dr. Colbert.

This guy is on fire!

We’ve been taping, each night, monday through thursday, the new episodes of The Daily Show w/ Jon Stewart and The Colbert Report. Then, over the course of the week and the weekend, we watch them all.

It’s a fab system we’ve devel­oped. We don’t miss the antics of the shows, and yet we don’t end up cut­ting into our sleep time to watch them. And, as a bonus, we can fast for­ward through all the com­mer­cials! Ahh, VCRs are not obso­lete yet.

I have to say that Colbert has taken the won­derful con­cepts that were devel­oped on the Daily Show, and placed them among the heavens above. The guy is not just an incred­ibly funny come­dian, he’s also the sharpest mind on TV since Trey Parker and Matt Stone. Sheer genius. Each episode is packed all the way through with punches and jabs and acute obser­va­tions on topics as diverse as Sigmund Freud’s birthday, to Feminine Sexual Emplowerment, to Robotic Deadly Bears.

His schtick, so amaz­ingly played out by him, of being a neo-conservative, ultra right wing, xeno­phobic, homo­phobic, religious-fundamentalist is just flaw­lessly por­trayed – except for the few times each night when he breaks out into a grin mid-sentence.

I am just so happy that there is SOME quality on TV nowa­days. Being more of a book-ish person, TV is usu­ally a very dis­ap­pointing and boring waste of time for me. But when it’s Colbert time, his Lincolnish despite for the fac­tin­ista make my stomach hurt in sweet pain from unstop­pable laughter.

Don’t miss the new site: The Colbert Nation

We finally got around to get­ting a mem­ber­ship in the local video store and now are in the process of catching up on all the releases from the last year or so.

It’s so nice to be moved in, and to be in an area that offers so much variety and live­li­ness. There’s Cabbagetown on one side of us, Bloor/Yonge on the other, Church Street within walking dis­tance; the Don Valley and all its sur­rounding charms are right across the street, stores and restau­rants of every kind all around. It’s a com­pletely dif­ferent world here.

So the movies, yeah. First off, Bill Murray shows that he is a better actor than ever before in Broken Flowers, written and directed by Jim Jarmusch, the insane genius behind the sur­real Johnny Depp film, Dead Man. This movie, also star­ring Sharon Stone, Frances Conroy (who is sorely missed since Six Feet Under ended last August), and Jeffrey Wright is def­i­nitely one of my favorite movies of 2005. Even Jessica Lange is enjoy­able, some­thing I cannot say for most of the other roles I’ve seen her in. A nice little bonus was seeing Chloe Sevigny in a subtly pow­erful role, some­thing she pulls off mas­ter­fully, again. The story and the pacing might not be for everyone’s taste, but the acting of these amazing people trumps any lag in scripting. Frances Conroy’s Dora just com­pletely wiped us off our feet. She is one bril­liant and beau­tiful actress.

After I returned Broken Flowers, I wanted to pick up some­thing else that would blow me away (some­thing 95% of the movies in stock at the store were promising not to do). I had heard about The Brothers Grimm before, but had refused to pick up some­thing star­ring Matt Damon and Heath Ledger, in protest of their once hyper­bolic pop­u­larity. However, to my pleasant sur­prise, it seems that in the tra­di­tion of Brad Pitt and others before him, these 2 gave in and went to acting classes some­where along the way. Ben Affleck, a cohort of Matt Damon in the old days, appar­ently still thinks he’s too cool for school.

To my shock, The Brothers Grimm was directed by Terry Gilliam, a bit of infor­ma­tion I hadn’t known before. Of course, being the immense Monty Python fans that we are, we had to pick it up. Gilliam’s movie, funded by Dreamworks, is superbly filmed, and, in true Gilliam fashion, has some utterly unfor­get­table moments. Monica Bellucci gives a chilling per­for­mance as the mes­mer­izing Christian Queen vil­lain. Peter Stormare is hilar­ious and moving as Cavaldi, the soft-hearted Italian tor­ture artist. The spe­cials and com­men­tary on the DVD were fan­tastic as well. Can’t wait for the day Terry Gilliam casts Alan Rickman in one of his films!

Albert Brooks’ new release, Looking For Comedy In The Muslim World, is looking to be a real kick in the butt. I have to say bravo to Mr. Brooks for taking on a dif­fi­cult topic in what seems to be an ever-polarized world.

Were you afraid Muslims may take offense to a film made by an American Jew?

No. I knew this when I was in Delhi and met with the Imam of Jama Masjid. When I told him what my film was about, he laughed. Besides, if any­body is made fun of, it is me. It’s not them. It’s not the coun­tries. It’s this guy, Albert Brooks. And my film fol­lows a grand tra­di­tion in American films.

What kind of grand tradition?

Charlie Chaplin was the buf­foon in his own films. W C Fields took all the hits in his movies. The come­dian is the one we are making fun of, and that come­dian is me. I think if people who hate you can laugh with you at some­thing, that’s the quickest way to have a little under­standing. If you really sat in a room with dif­ferent kinds of people who nor­mally don’t speak to each other and you all laughed at some­thing, even if it was me falling on my a**, that is some­thing. There is at once some sort of release of pres­sure there.

And good­ness knows, everyone needs a release of pressure.

The guy is totally nuts, eh?