Review: Breville Juice Fountain

The Breville Juice Fountain is to fruit what Godzilla is to Tokyo. The Juice Fountain is to juicers what that last sentence is to cliches. But the Bre [more...]ville Juice Fountain has some hidden, unadvertised features that will make this appliance one of the most useful objects in your entire house.

The Breville Juice Fountain is to fruit what Godzilla is to Tokyo. The Juice Fountain is to juicers what that last sentence is to cliches. But the Breville Juice Fountain has some hidden, unadvertised features that will make this appliance one of the most useful objects in your entire house.

Transformers: Just Say No

I don't know why the dialogue of this otherwise-palatable techno-fable of pending planetary doom and extraterrestrial friendship bugged me so darn muc [more...]h. It just seemed weirdly repetitive. It was like the screenwriter had a certain verbal tic that he fell back into whenever he placed the characters in a tough spot. But as always in the movies, the end is affirmative.

I don't know why the dialogue of this otherwise-palatable techno-fable of pending planetary doom and extraterrestrial friendship bugged me so darn much. It just seemed weirdly repetitive. It was like the screenwriter had a certain verbal tic that he fell back into whenever he placed the characters in a tough spot. But as always in the movies, the end is affirmative.

The Ferry

 Driving on to the ferry is like the moment when your vacation really begins.

The Find

It seems no one wants to go to the Flea Market on Independence Day. Maybe the holiday makes us crave something NEW, as our forefathers yearned for a s [more...]parkling, untested form of government in which they could drive around and pick up those hot colonial chicks. We don't want someone else's old picked-over system of self-rule! We want our democracy with an an extended guarantee, lit with brief sodium explosions and sternum-bashing fusillades of canon fire, not dusty, chipped in the corners, and half-price with no returns. So at the Flea Market today, the tables are empty, the castoff free marketeers away enjoying some well-earned air conditioning. Pickings are slim. And then we see it.

It seems no one wants to go to the Flea Market on Independence Day. Maybe the holiday makes us crave something NEW, as our forefathers yearned for a sparkling, untested form of government in which they could drive around and pick up those hot colonial chicks. We don't want someone else's old picked-over system of self-rule! We want our democracy with an an extended guarantee, lit with brief sodium explosions and sternum-bashing fusillades of canon fire, not dusty, chipped in the corners, and half-price with no returns. So at the Flea Market today, the tables are empty, the castoff free marketeers away enjoying some well-earned air conditioning. Pickings are slim. And then we see it.