McDonald’s CEO Death May Fuel Fast-Food Critics CHICAGO (Reuters) – Distasteful or not, the sudden death of McDonald’s Chief Executive Jim Cantalupo from an apparent heart attack on Monday may turn up the spotlight on criticism of the restaurant’s food as fatty and unhealthy. McDonald’s Inc. and other fast food chains have come under attack from health and nutrition experts who say its hamburgers and french fries are a major
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Gauntlet
I’m for this. I’m against this. And while we’re at it, I’d like to see Modern English replace Kevin Eubanks as the musical voice of “The Tonight Show with Jay Leno.” There. Call me a Bush lapdog now, bitch.
Scenes from the War on Terror
Overheard at Camp Delta, Guantanamo Bay, Cuba: Enemy Combatant 1: “…I dunno, perhaps I’ll sit in the sun and read the new Mad Magazine. This “Spy vs. Spy” — I like it very much. Or else I’ll take a nap before prayers, then maybe play some volleyball. You…?” Enemy Combatant 2: “– Where are my Skittles™, brother? I left them right here on my nightstand and now they’re gone. Some
Has it really been five hours since I last posted?
You know who’s kinda cute? That Katie Holmes, that’s who. I was thinking about maybe watching The Hired Hand later tonight, but now I’m leaning toward Wonder Boys instead. Yeah, I think I’ll go with Wonder Boys. Thanks, blog. You’re such a great listener. **** [update: I watched “A Scandal in Bohemia,” with Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes. But that had everything to do with me and nothing to do
That must sting, huh?
Pulitzer Prize-winning LA Times media critic David Shaw, reviewing Air America Radio: After a few random samplings
Wanton Garbonzo Beans
This is not gonna go over very well with conservative icon Andrew Sullivan, I don’t think. Tell ya what, though, Andrew. If it’ll make you feel better, I’d be all for imposing a buck a tub tax on hummus. Don’t get me wrong: I like a good mashed chick pea as much as the next guy; but, y’know, I’m always ready to do my part to help us beat back
Say the ladies are insane there
Were I to wake up and find my right arm had grown to be 7300 miles long, the first thing I’d do is reach into Spain and slap that smug, gazpacho-slurping grin right off Zapatero’s pinched, socialist face. The second thing I’d do is pick some fresh peaches, I should think. Anyway, this much is true: In the war on terror, Spain has switched sides. Period. **** [update: so how’s
