Boredom, lists and purse fights!

So, just another weekend with a dead Tivo, a high-speed connection on the fritz and nothing to do but read or get physical activity. The horror...the horror. Anyways, in the news this week have been two lists of dubious believability. First, we have the National Review's list of the Top 50 conservative songs where you'll find such staunch right-wingers as The Offspring, The Clash, The Sex Pistols...Zep...Beatles...David Bowie...wow, anyway, search around long enough and you'll find people wondering just WHAT exactly were the criterion for some of these songs. As a huge fan of irony, I'll go with it. Especially their #1. Won't get fooled again, indeed. YYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! (see The Kids are Allright). Normally, I leave such things that meander into the realm of partisan hackery to the "experts" found in the links (not that I have reason to be nervous or anything) but a rebuttal can be found here. I'll also link to the top 10 Worst Songs of the 80's. They could have gone with 180 worst songs and still only scratched the surface of crap from then.
Also note-worthy is Bravo's list of the 100 Funniest movies (scroll down to post 5). Where to begin. Keep in mind that apparently funny movies didn't exist before 1970. The Marx Bros., Buster Keaton, Charlie Chaplin, et. al did not make funny movies. Now that that fact has been established, prepare yourself for such feats like Legally Blonde and Police Academy BOTH being on a "Best of" list!!! More analysis here. And where in the HELL is Army of Darkness? Oh Brother, Where art Thou? I could go on for a while. For another, more old-school list compiled by Film Institute-types, go here. Here's another list of the movie couples sure to end badly. For the most part the list is pretty good (with the exception of the unabashed Say Anything and 16 Candles hatin') since I thought Pretty Woman was rediculous and When Harry Met Sally pisses me off on a certain level. Issues. I know.
And finally, your "This week in debauchery" report comes from the land of the long white cloud. How do you make a rugby fight entertaining? Have one guy get slap-happy with a purse. And these aren't just scrubs, they're both on the All Blacks. Fortunately, I have no experience with violence in the wee hours of the AM following a match.
And just for fun, apparently the Communications director of Governor Fletcher dropped the F Bomb last week. My tax dollars at work. Stay classy, Frankfort.