A trailer from the blockbuster "X Files: Fight the Future". The movie is so bad that I don't even want the trailer hosted on my blog, but I do want you to see the greatness that is Fight the Future.

TEN YEARS AFTER the epic masterpiece that drew upon years of history from arguably one of the most complex, well written television science fiction series on a major television network, an anticipated sequel was delivered to a small midnight opening audience and may not perform as expected as fire spreads throughout the blogosphere and in weekend movie guides in your local paper.

The film in no way draws upon any of the countless possible connections and extensions from the original film, in which a vast conspiracy is tightly wound and packaged with brilliant directing, writing, and acting.

Instead, X Files 2: I Want to Believe shows Scully in her prime as a doctor, who is once again pulled against her will but with her conscience led on wild goose chases by a pedophile psychic; a former priest who is poorly portrayed in the film and complicates the plot, which leaves fans of the supernatual grasping at straws in the dark.

There is a noticeable chase scene in the movie, but poor lighting and editing take their toll on the viewer; An xphile will be left uncomfortably squirming as the film drags on to a less-than climactic end. The infamous conspirators in Fight the Future are nowhere to be found in the film, further distancing itself from any continuation of the original story line of both the television series and Fight the Future.

Poor special effects (the few there are) and fundamental flaws in photography--awkward pans and editing, complete with quick zooms during slow, paced dialogue--further distract the movie goer from at least a credible stand alone film.

It gets an F Minus in my book.

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As Arizona Sheriff Joe Arpaio Celebrates 76th Birthday, Furor, Lawsuits, and Elections Loom

By Brody Andrew Mulligan

MARICOPA COUNTY, AZ -- MANY hours before the sun rose here, coordinated in no small part to catch the eye of the press just a day before Father's Day, in an operation code-named "Operation Daddy Dearest," sheriff's deputies fanned out across the county, arresting approximately 70 so called "dead-beat" parents--those who are behind or delinquent on court ordered child support payments, according to an article published in The Arizona Republic.

While some offenders owed several thousand dollars worth of child support payments, others were reported to have been behind on lesser amounts--arresting such offenders, while within the law--may do more harm than good.

Partly because people in jail are unable to work, further complicating their economic stability in an economy that has seen better days, and in no small part considering the costs of housing inmates in county jails--financed by taxpayers--questions have been raised concerning the viability and integrity of the sweep.

While most agree the issue of proper payment of child support is important and lawful, the imprisonment of those who have failed to due so, in lieu of liens, levies against assets, wage garnishments, and bank account seizures, the economic and social cost of such an action in a jurisdiction burdened with more than a one-million-dollar-deficit has rattled the saber in this dry, developing county that seats the city of Phoenix.

Pro rata, Sheriff Arpaio's office is the named defendant in more more civil lawsuits than any other law enforcement office in the United States (approximately 2,500), including an ongoing legal battle which is expected to reach the State Supreme Court regarding Sheriff Arpaio's limitation of visiting hours for attorneys and other personnel for inmates housed in county facilities; a majority of such inmates have not been formally arraigned and are awaiting their first court appearance.

In the federal arena, another ongoing legal battle has Arpaio starkly front-and-center: The County of Maricopa, Arizona, led by attorney Dennis Wilenchik, in defending a class action wrongful death suit, Hart vs. Arpaio, has attempted to separate the County itself from Arpaio, in an unsuccessful argument brought before United States District Court. County Attorneys sought to continue a delay in the case which is purported to have lain dormant on a docket for three years before a judge recused himself from the case, allowing a new judge to continue considering motions brought forward by plaintiffs, civil rights activists, and the American Civil Liberties Union.

The case is unique in that the named plaintiffs have not been convicted of any crime--they are simply being held awaiting bond hearings, arraignments, hearings, and other legal motions.

Many, if not most of the plaintiffs are deceased.

Arpaio has been both hailed and condemned for tough-on-crime tactics that include the re-institution of chain gangs, outdoor housing to deal with jail overcrowding, and burials of indigents by inmates. Many grassroots organizations have protested the availability of healthcare, mental health services, and policies and procedures of the Sheriff's Department that may have led to the early deaths of several inmates in the last decade.

Mothers Against Arpaio, a coalition of women who have staged protests and rallies outside jails, courthouses, and other government offices--often enraging Arpaio, who reportedly barges past the protestors "red faced," continue their efforts to remove Arpaio from public office.

Once a touted member of the local Republican Party, which is loosing ground among newly registered voters identifying themselves with the Democratic Party, mirroring a nationwide trend among newly registered voters as the widely contested Democratic Primary battle between Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama brought thousands of new voters into the fray, Arpaio has failed to secure once solid endorsements from members within his own party as he prepares to run for re-election.

Plagued by debts from legal fees, hit by the rising cost of fuel, energy, food prices, and dealt a serious blow from the Governor's office when Gov. Janet Napolitano ordered a diversion of $1.6 million dollars in state funds from Arpaio's ambitious illegal immigration crackdown, Arpaio's office faces an unprecedented budget deficit this coming fiscal year.

Undeterred by death threats, a barrage of negative publicity, Arpaio vows to continue fighting for the law, those who elected him--and those who haven't--and re-election to the Maricopa County Sheriff's Office in November.

Speaking in 2002 to the New York Times regarding death threats against him and his family, Arpaio said "It only takes one time to die," politically, so goes the same.

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I met him in 9th or 10th grade, back when we were just learning about strange thoughts that occurred to us about girls. But there is no clear cut place that we can go--worth its weight in gold--but years have past.

In that small town fashion that L.A. displays so often--thousands of miles from Venice and Fullerton, I randomly walked into a gas station--I almost didn't get out of the car, but for some reason (perhaps an intervention of the divine)--I headed inside to accompany my mates, only to see him there, in which we'd embraced each other in a long, firm hug. Felt like I could see into his heart; in all its mystery

Then, tonight, we hung out.

He'd not changed much, in contrast to me with a darker tan and a loss of hair that only days, hours, and weeks spent beneath the California sun can produce, and we were both equally surprised to meet each other in such a remote place, we had an embrace that seemed to last forever; going back to the dreams of living within my head when I was only 15, and we sat next to each other, playing trumpet.

I was always better than him. Always better than everyone, and to this day I can pick up my cornet (a smaller, british version of the tried and true trumpet) and make it do nearly whatever I want it to do.

But the real fun is finding about his ways and means. Like me, he smokes, and has experimented with other things. We watched a movie and equally enjoyed it, and hopefully will be able to chill out tomorrow and hang out.

It's weird...some people you think are gone forever. Myspace and Facebook help people keep in touch, but I can't be bothered. The telephone and E-mail are enough for me, but I can't help but wonder, was it a fluke, or predisposition?

The problem being is that we'll both be involved with school in the Autumn--when the weather turns the leaves to flames--and our time is so limited, but that makes each day and night all the more important.

I feel like a part of me that was missing has been replaced and filled. I must confess that Conover was so much more than I remember. I forgot about the times we were with Mr. Belota in a trumpet class during the summer. The times were we in an honor band hanging around under the bright lights of the stage. The times we'd spent at his dad's; with other friends, swimming, hanging out, and sharing conversations about challenges and triumphs.

Perhaps he could be called the day-late friend.

I wish I could see deep into him and know what he's thinking of me. I hope it's what I needed. Some king of sign? I wish I knew--but I can't read his mind.

It's going to be a great summer.

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Due on shelves Tuesday, April 29th 2008, Augustanta's Can't Love, Can't Hurt arrives nearly two and a half years after the band's major debut album, All the Stars and Boulevards (2005), which took 19 months to blip on the mainstream radar, thanks in no small part to cameos of the successful single "Boston" on One Tree Hill (CW) and Scrubs (NBC).

Can't Love, Can't Hurt strays little from the band's signature combination of soft, driving rhythms and simple--but meaningful--lyrics, anchored by frontman Dan Layus' sultry piano riffs and intimate vocals, while also exploring a darker, more mature sound that begs not to be taken lightly.

Fans will surely notice a definite refinement of tone and style, along with deeper lyrics ("I ain't gonna make the same mistakes that put my mama in her grave") that hint softly at an effort to squash comparison and classification with Christian Rock groups like Relient K, Waking Ashland, and Switchfoot; Ironically, the original band members migrated from a conservative Christian college town in Illinois to Southern California, fulfilling a wish to (literally) distance themselves from an such an orthodox environment.

Seamlessly blending piano rock with dream-pop, Augustana dares listeners to a contemplate heartfelt, powerful tracks that shift between piano-and-vocals only vignettes of pure, ivory-pounding passion ("Fire") to ballads with hushed country-western influence ("Dust"), a sign that the group's small town, midwestern roots have weathered a migration to San Diego and scores of television appearances--a small piece of history that lends a big hand in shaping the band's future.

Still, despite the band's strength and potential, few tracks lend themselves to the fickle but strict demands of terrestrial radio--and while "Boston" was a success, the second single from their debut album, "All the Stars and Boulevards," flopped.

Time will tell if Can't Love, Can't Hate will again elude widespread popularity, remaining in a secluded but noticeable niche, or if the sophomore effort can parlay Sony/BMG's investment and marketing, banking on the fresh, refined, and less gritty tone that's already shown its strength online (an EP containing three tracks from the album released in February debuted at #2 on the iTunes rock charts).

This time around, a solid, well produced album--released just in time to be a perfect soundtrack to a leisurely, late night drive in spring nights that yearn for summer-- may be true enough to satisfy listeners and still leave them wanting more...

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