Fox head Tom Rothman has confirmed there will be a fourth X-Men movie, despite the third being titled “The Last Stand.”

“It’s the conclusion of this trilogy. These three movies work as a trilogy. These characters in this relationship, it’s the culmination of that saga,” Rothman says, according to Movie Hole.

“It’s the culmination and the resolution of those relationships laid out in the first two movies. That doesn’t mean never, I would ever say never again, but I will say that this brings that saga to an end. It’s quite the way the last Lord of the Rings, Return of the King, brought that trilogy to a conclusion in terms of those characters, that’s what this movie does. It goes all the way back to the first one and rounds off and completes that three-part story.”

Fans can also look forward to a Wolverine spin-off in addition to what will no doubt be many, many more X-Men films.

A British company is developing computer chips that store music in women’s breast implants.

This is a major breakthrough — women are always complaining about men staring at their breasts and not listening to them.

The National Hockey League today released the schedule of dates for the 2006 Stanley Cup Final, which will begin Monday, June 5 in Buffalo or Carolina. Carolina leads the best-of-seven Eastern Conference Final 3-2, with Game 6 set for tonight in Buffalo.

The Stanley Cup Final will match the Eastern Conference champion against the Western Conference champion Edmonton Oilers in a best-of-seven series.

The Eastern Conference champion will have home-ice advantage in the Stanley Cup Final and will host Games 1, 2 and, if necessary, Games 5 and 7. Edmonton will host Games 3, 4 and, if necessary, Game 6.

The start time for all Stanley Cup Final games will be 8 p.m., ET.

OLN will telecast Games 1 and 2 in the U.S., while NBC will broadcast Games 3 through 7. In Canada, CBC and RDS will provide coverage for the entire series.

2006 STANLEY CUP FINAL SCHEDULE
(all start times 8 p.m., ET)

Game 1 Monday, June 5
Game 2 Wednesday, June 7
Game 3 Saturday, June 10
Game 4 Monday, June 12
Game 5* Wednesday, June 14
Game 6* Saturday, June 17
Game 7* Monday, June 19

* if necessary

Once upon a time there were two brothers. One brother was very mischievous, always getting into trouble. The other brother, however, was very good. He was always kind to animals, helped elderly neighbors, and led an exemplary life.

As time went on, the brothers stayed in touch but were never close. The evil brother became a heavy drinker and a womanizer. The other brother was a devoted husband and father and supported many charities.

One day the evil brother died.

Then, after a few years, the good brother passed away.

He went to heaven and was rewarded with a happy afterlife. One day he went to God and asked, “Where is my brother? He died before me, but I have not seen him here in heaven.”

God replied, “As you know, your brother led an evil life, so he is not spending eternity here in heaven. He has been sent elsewhere.”

“I’m sorry to hear that”, the good brother replied. “But I do miss him and wish I could see him again.”

“You can see him if you wish”, God said. “I will give you the power to gaze into hell.”

So the power was granted and the good brother gazed into hell. Before long he saw his brother sitting on a bench. In one arm he held a keg of beer, and in the other he cradled a gorgeous young blonde.

The good brother turned to God and said, “I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I have found my brother, and he has a keg of beer in one arm and a beautiful woman in the other. Surely, hell cannot be that bad.”

God explained. “Things are not always as they seem. The keg has a hole in it.
The blonde doesn’t.”

Howdy clams and pork steeples,

Here’s our 9th show… enjoy, and feel free to offer topic suggestions for next week’s show (by Sunday).

Show Duration: 2 hours, 31 minutes
Show Hightlights: Not much, lol
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Jug

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The good news about “The Benchwarmers” is that it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. The bad news is that it is still not a good movie. But then again, what good can possibly come from the combination of Rob Schneider, David Spade and director Dennis Dugan, never mind Jon Heder? The ads will tell you that Dugan directed “Happy Gilmore” and “Big Daddy.” What they won’t tell you is that he also directed “Saving Silverman” and “Beverly Hills Ninja.” There is no point in even dissecting the filmographies of the other actors. It will only end in tears. The bottom line is that this is a movie made for people with the sense of humor of a 10-year-old, but anyone who takes their 10-year-old to this movie will have to answer questions about ovulation cycles, blow-up dolls, peeing in the shower, guys with friends in nothing but a Speedo, and God knows what else. Get the picture? It’s made for kids, but it’s not appropriate for kids, much like a lot of the other junk out there. Can’t anyone make a movie like “Back to the Future” anymore?

The movie begins with professional lawn mower Gus (Schneider) and paperboy Clark (Heder) witnessing a group of smaller kids getting bullied on a baseball diamond. Nelson (Max Prado), one of the smaller kids, is humiliated big time, and the bullies run away before Gus and Clark can discipline them in any way. Nonetheless, the event itself inspires Gus and Clark to go out and play ball with their buddy Richie (David Spade, wearing the worst wig and moustache in movie history), which brings another confrontation with the same kids, who curiously are not afraid of the adults this time. The three adults - two of whom have never played baseball in their lives - challenge the kids to a game, where the winner gets to keep playing on the field. Despite being outnumbered, the grownups win solely on the talents of Gus, who is both a wicked pitcher and big time slugger. This, despite the fact that he’s played by Rob Schneider.

The story of the older kids’ attempt to defend the honor of the geeks gets back to Mel (Jon Lovitz), who happens to be both Nelson’s father and a former geek-turned billionaire. He comes up with a plan to finance a tournament between the three “adults,” now dubbed the Benchwarmers, and the other little league bullies. The winner claims a brand new stadium as their home turf. Along the way, Richie meets cute with a girl at the salad bar that would never, ever be working at a salad bar (we won’t even get into the product placement of Yum! Brands properties like Pepsi and Pizza Hut), while Gus has to come to terms with his own bullying past. The drama, the drama!

Please. You can already tell that the story is held together by strings, if not spider webs. The movie’s agenda is clear from the get-go, which is that all good athletes are arrogant bullies and all bad athletes are optimistic, supportive enablers. Nonsense. There are both in each camp, and while it’s easy to admire the message that the movie is trying to convey, does it need to also send the additional message that anyone who bullied you in your childhood is probably secretly gay? Again, this is a movie aimed at little kids, and you couldn’t possibly be sending them worse mixed messages than this, not with all the titty twisting that goes on. God, how did I not mention the titty twisting? Okay, are you with me now? There are more questions than answers in this movie, period. To Schneider’s credit, though, they make him look like he’s got a hell of a baseball swing.

There are scores of other fatal flaws with this movie, from the stuck-in-second-gear acting of Heder to former NFL demon Bill Romanowski once again playing the fruitcake (again, “The Longest Yard”; gayest, movie, ever). Apparently, this movie had been floating around in Hollywood for years, going back to the days when Chris Farley still lived, breathed, and binged. And while the concept of “The Benchwarmers” may have had the underdog potential that made “Happy Gilmore” such a success, the execution of it has Rob Schneider instead of Adam Sandler, and Craig Kilborn instead of the great Christopher McDonald.

Cheque, please.

The Boston Globe published an article on February 7, 1999 which was reprinted by permission in the April 1999 NARTH Bulletin. It is an important article because it contributes to the growing body of evidence that homosexuality is not simply “genetic.”

Serious scientists have long known that a simply “genetic” cause for homosexuality was highly unlikely, but the mass media conveyed the misimpression of genetic causation to the general public. In the Globe article, prominent researchers admit the distinct limitations of the “born that way” theory.

“Gay gene” researcher Dean Hamer comments, “It is the same for every human behavior–environment matters for extroversion, smoking cigarettes, just about anything you can name.”

Interestingly, Dr. Hamer–himself a gay man–adds that science remains “just as clueless” as ever about the environmental influences on homosexuality. Dr. Hamer’s statement is consistent with a position taken by most gay advocates, who flatly deny the existence of evidence that points to certain family and social influences on homosexuality. (Gay advocates almost invariably either say “I was born that way,” or “How I became gay doesn’t matter.”) Only prominent gay writer Andrew Sullivan has publicly given credence to the Freudian model of homosexual development.

Said the Globe:

“The research project in 1993 that indicated many gay men shared a common genetic marker in the X chromosome was hailed as a momentous scientific discovery.

“The idea of a ‘gay gene’ offered an ironclad defense of homosexuality; if it was genetically predetermined, then being gay could not be cast as ‘deviant’ behavior, something ‘correctable.’

“Six years later, however, the gene still has not been found, and interest in–and enthusiasm for–the ‘gay gene’ research has waned among activists and scientists alike. And there is a growing consensus that sexual orientation is much more complicated than a matter of genes.

“Dr. Richard Pillard, a professor of psychiatry at Boston University School of Medicine who was involved in a study of twins and sexual orientation, has done research showing that sexuality is greatly influenced by environment, and that the role of genetics is, in the end, limited.”

The Globe article goes on to quote Ruth Hubbard, a board member of The Council for Responsible Genetics, and the author of Exploding the Gene Myth, who says that searching for a gay gene “is not even a worthwhile pursuit…Let me be very clear: I don’t think there is any single gene that governs any complex human behavior. There are genetic components in everything we do, and it is foolish to say genes are not involved, but I don’t think they are decisive.”

In the Globe story, a gay advocate speaks of the “immense malleability of human sexuality.” Interestingly, this observation seems to have been lost on the American Psychological and Psychiatric Associations–which both claim that there is no evidence that homosexuals can change.

The exotic chicken that was saved from drowning by mouth-to-beak resuscitation more than three months ago has died, her owner said. Boo Boo, the chicken who was revived after she was found floating beak down in the family pond in February, died recently, said owner Jackie Calhoun. The fowl’s story was featured on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno and the Animal Planet network. “She had seizures,” Calhoun said. “I’ve come to the conclusion that’s what put her in the pond in the first place.” In February, Calhoun said he removed the chicken from the water and his sister Marian Morris blew into its beak, causing its eyes to pop open. Morris, a retired nurse, said she hadn’t used cardiopulmonary resuscitation in years. She said she was glad that the chicken she saved was exotic and not just an ordinary chicken. The bird, who was named Boo Boo because she was easily frightened, lived to lay three eggs before dying, Calhoun said.

Lithuanian police were so astonished when they pulled over a truck driver and his breathalyzer test registered 18 times the legal alcohol limit that they thought their testing device must be broken. It wasn’t. Police said Tuesday 41-year-old Vidmantas Sungaila registered 7.27 grams per litre of alcohol in his blood repeatedly on different devices when he was pulled over for driving his truck down the centre of a two-lane highway 100 kilometres from the capital, Vilnius, on Saturday. Lithuania’s legal limit is 0.4 grams per litre. “This guy should have been lying dead, but he was still driving. It must be an unofficial national record,” Saulius Skvernelis, the director of the national police traffic control service, told the AP. “He was of high spirits and grinning the whole time he was questioned.” Medical experts say anything above 3.5 grams per litre of alcohol in the blood is lethal for most people. “A person this intoxicated should be in an intensive care unit, not behind the wheel,” said Tautvydas Zikaras, head of the dependence illness centre in the country’s second-largest city, Kaunas. Zikaras said he had never heard or read of someone being so drunk. Sungaila, who was slapped with a fine equivalent to about $1,230 Cdn and the loss of his licence for up to three years, told police he had been drinking the night before and tried to freshen up by downing a pint of beer for breakfast.

Jag owner’s showing off goes too far. A family in Brisbane’s western suburbs were less than happy when their neighbour dropped in last night, while still in his car. Police say the 58-year old Forest Lake man was testing his new x-type Jaguar when he accidentally reversed through his neighbour’s bedroom. He then continued driving at speed through a bedroom wall, into his own home. No-one was hurt in the accident, but the two homes were extensively damaged.

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Recently, my mom (who is diabetic) raved about this new store that opened in Langley called the Diabetic Station — a store providing no/low-sugar alternatives for people suffering from Diabetes.

The Diabetic Station provides a lot of the wonderous treats you and I take for granted when we habituously purchase junk food. Diabetics can’t (or at the very least, shoudn’t!) eat the same as we do because of their body’s lack of ability to properly handle both artificial and naturally occuring sugars within the body.

Anyway, mom’s rave got me thinking about checking the place out. After several drive-bys when I didn’t have the time to stop in, I finally did. 20 mins later and a bag full of no/low-sugar Reese Peanut Butter Cups, Jelly Belly Sours, Red Vine Red Licorice, Peanut Butter covered cookie dough balls, Chocolate Whipped Meringues and a sizeable chocolate bar (all for TESTING of course), I was on my way.

Over the next hour or so, I dipped into everything short of the choco bar. In fact, I abused the Reese PBCs, Meringues, cookie dough balls and Jelly Bellys to the point there was nothing left (ok, my girlfriend was with me on this day and she contributed to all the gluttoness activity). We couldn’t get over how good it tasted, and yet how low in sugar (if any) and calories this stuff was — damnit, new treats for camping season!

Ok, fast forward 2 hours and I am literally poo’ing in Stanley Park for about 1.5hrs. I took three trips back and forth from the vehicle over that span, just to get feeling back in my legs from all the throne-sitting! Some date with ma’lady huh? Not that she was immune to the events, but she just didn’t consume like I did - or else she had Superman’s colon!

Nevertheless we had a concert to hit so off we went after feeling somewhat normal again. An hour or so later (and about 40 mins into the show), I had a major pressure pushing on the inner walls of my bum bum (any visualizers out there???). So, I made my way to the men’s room and listened to most of the opening band’s set from stall #2. Surprisingly the acoustics in the ol’ loo weren’t that bad.

Total time spent in the washroom as a result of ignoring WARNING labels (sigh, see below) and eating myself into a shit stew? 2hrs, 11 minutes!

Good times.

Jug

P.S. Yes, the warning says: Excess consumption may have a laxative effect.