Last night’s Associated Students Legislative Council meeting featured a whopping 43 items of new business.
Although big screen re-imaginings of comic books or TV series have long been de rigueur, none have taken on a series with such a rich back story and committed fan base as “Star Trek.” With the collected weight of the original show, William Shatner’s silver-screen time as James T. Kirk, “Deep Space Nine” and a bald Shakespearean actor taking over the Enterprise, director J.J. Abrams has decided to completely reset the series through a simple time travel concept that conveniently changes the entirety of the history of the “Star Trek” universe.
Fanboys is the story of five Star Wars fanatics who receive the news that one of them has been diagnosed with cancer and will more than likely not make it for the release of Star Wars Episode I. The five fans decide to break into George Lucas’ Skywalker Ranch in hopes to steal a copy of the then unreleased Episode I, so that they can watch it with their dying friend.
In essence, Peaches is a woman, playing as a man who is dressed as a woman. “You’re staring at my ass / and my beard / and my moustache,” she taunts on “Serpentine,” a track from her latest album, I Feel Cream, a sleaze opus guaranteed to make even the hardest of partiers blush at least once.
With the Jesusita Fire under control, and evacuees returning home, environmental contractors have begun discussing the possibility of rebuilding green, fireproof homes for the victims of this latest wildfire.
Summer is one of the most flavorful seasons of the year, boasting succulent fruits, refreshing beverages, grill-friendly entrees and interesting takes on old-fashioned favorites. It is a time of levity and lightness, of relaxation and rejuvenation, and it could not be more ruined by the daunting task of cooking summer favorites in an under-ventilated Isla Vista kitchen from dusk ’til dawn. In order to ease the pain, On the Menu took it upon itself to try some of the season’s best and easiest recipes.
Sometimes sex is great, but conditions are not. Must star-crossed fuckers fornicators bid a tearful goodbye, promising that someday, perhaps in another lifetime, their sweating bodies will once again join in screaming doggie-style bliss? Hell no. Not when they can copulate in confidence.
So, Mackenzie Weinger is our new editor in chief. I’ve accepted that. But I’m so sick and tired of this damn honeymoon.
Last week the UCSB women’s lacrosse club traveled to Scottsdale, Arizona for the Women’s Division Intercollegiate Associates National Championship Tournament.
Officials with the Public Health Dept. reported a probable case of swine flu in Santa Barbara County yesterday.