Island Packet and Beaufort Gazette Blogs
Hey guys, Paul Mitchell here. So this is a new blog commenting on the latest and greatest not only on DVD, but in the entertainment world in general where something might deserve to be said (or defended). You might have even recognized the "Packet Picks" column each Friday on the bottom of the Lowcountry Life section of the Packet. Well since space is limited there and not here, a more drawn-out and detailed version will be presented. So stop by a couple of times each week and get your pick for what to check out at the video store over the weekend.
It's time for more big-time heist fun. After an impressive "Ocean's Eleven" and an unimpressive "Ocean's Twelve," the series continues and comes out with a decent entry, "Ocean's Thirteen." The action is taken back to Las Vegas, which could have been risky seeing as how that's where the first one took place, but it managed to avoid any territory that was too familiar other than the actual location.
Tourism is the key to developing other industries in South Carolina, and the U.S must increase the number of international visitors coming here and make it easier for them to arrive.
South Carolina's two largest industry segments - agribusiness and hospitality - are heavily dependent on immigrant labor, much of it admittedly illegal, and are very wary of state action.
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It goes to show how fortunate Hilton Head Island is to have its beach preservation program. The Town of Hilton Head Island fought through a court challenge to collect a 2 percent tax on overnight lodging that pays for beach nourishment.
Remember former D.C. Mayor Marion Barry? I do. All that awesome policy-making ... just lots and lots of great making of the policy. Like, that one time he decided to fix something ... was there something? Did he fix it?Remember former D.C. Mayor Marion Barry? I do. All that awesome policy-making ... just lots and lots of great making of the policy. Like, that one time he decided to fix something ... was there something? Did he fix it? OK, I have no idea what he did while he was in office.
Greg Hambrick looks at I-95's death stretch by the numbers in the Charleston City Paper article: Interstate 95: South Carolina's most dangerous sleepy hollow
"It's such a long, straight road. People are at the outer limits of what's physically possible when they get here. They're pushing themselves to go a little bit farther, and it catches up with them."
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First of all, here's the last line that somehow got cut off of the printed version of Friday's column: "Despite bans, Conroy's art mirrors life as we live it":
"Conroy should see the book-banning as a badge of honor."
J.K. Rowling's announcement last week that Harry Potter's mentor, the deceased former headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, was no fan of the lady-folk, came as one very big surprise to my family. You see, Papa D was my grandma's longtime boyfriend.
And, let me just tell you, in addition to many tender moments, Papa D and Grandma shared a love of the Red Sox, books from the Oprah Book Club list and weekend cruises to Nova Scotia. And, no, they weren't gay cruises. I don't think Papa D was gay at all. Nothing he ever did screamed "gay" to me. Well, OK, there was this one time when I accidentally went into the men's bathroom at Logan Airport. I was in the second to last stall, when all of a sudden these hands appeared from under the wall next to me. At first I thought the person needed toilet paper but then there were these signals. Something told me it wasn't paper the person was after. I panicked. Finished up. Left the stall. And when I opened the door, there was Papa D waiting for me with a big smile, a bottle of Boone's and two plastic wine glasses. When he saw it was me, he looked a little shocked. Again, I was in the wrong restroom. I was relieved to see him, though: "Oh good. It's just you. I thought I was getting in the middle of a gay airport tryst." He laughed heartily and reassured me with his kind voice and wise stare, "No. No. That back there? I uh ... I have to take a wide stance when I go. I don't want my warlock robes to get wet."