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...Lunch on local rabbit specialties in the underground burrow of Café Mazai, at 199 Sovietskaya Street, tel: (996-312) 66 50 81. Then haggle with a taxi driver for the out-of-town journey to Burana Tower. Take in the breathtaking views from atop this ruined 11th century minaret, and experience twilight descending over the steppe. After dark, the State Opera and Ballet Theatre, tel: (996-312) 66 18 41, showcases Western and local productions for as little...
Videogum has paid tribute to all of the children, kittens and foulmouthed TV news anchors who have made 2009 so memorable for Internet addicts. Without further ado, we thank you: Creepy man smoking and singing Carmina Burana in the shower; Guy who paints his face like a California raisin; Cat massage instructor (remember, "petting is just randomly petting"); bad Californian public speaker; dancing babies; more dancing babies; "Kittens inspired by Kittens;" David After Dentist - and of course, Keyboard...
Setting Sue, “mighty Greek warrior,” to Carmina Burana was brilliant. We hope someone got promoted. Also fun: a double-headed coin, threats of vomit, an ability to smell failure, and an increasingly improbable biography. We are now to believe she is a Comanche and a former VJ. Sue’s idea of “empowerment” is “irrational, random terror,” and she finds “psychosexual derangement” to be “fascinating...
Setting Sue, “mighty Greek warrior,” to Carmina Burana was brilliant. We hope someone got promoted. Also fun: a double-headed coin, threats of vomit, an ability to smell failure, and an increasingly improbable biography. We are now to believe she is a Comanche and a former VJ. Sue’s idea of “empowerment” is “irrational, random terror,” and she finds “psychosexual derangement” to be “fascinating...
...like--and probably was--hours with a bunch of aliens in an icy canyon. Just as all hope was fading, I seized an alien aircraft and made my escape. I sailed up into the darkening sky with light snow sifting down around me. Moody music, like something from Carmina Burana, swelled in the background. The sounds of battle faded beneath me in the dusk. It was like the end of Platoon, and I was Charlie Sheen. Then the waterworks started...