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June 2002

I’m Speechless

Cardinals pitcher Darryl Kile was found dead in his hotel room this morning. He was 33.

Like Cinemax Friday Night, only without the moving pictures

Sex talk between chicks. And you thought blogging was for computer nerds only.

Verisimilitudinous*

Here’s a snippet of conversation I overheard at Blockbuster the other night between two dorky white guys in Dockers: First Guy: “No I’m not rentin’ any bullshit Serendipity. What are you, a fag?” Second Guy: “Yeah, right, I’m the fag. I got two words for you, buddy: Kate fucking Beckinsale.” First Guy (leering): “That chick from Titanic? Yee-ah, boy! I’d definitely tap that ass… Titties?” Second Guy: “What, in the

Church and (lying in) State

“Authorities are investigating the alleged beating of [a Loxley, Alabama] preacher by funeral mourners who didn’t like his blunt eulogy,” The AP reports. Glynis Bethel tells the Associated Press that her husband, Pastor Orlando Bethel, was attacked during a June 14 funeral and dragged out of the church. That’s because Bethel told mourners the deceased was in hell and that they were headed the same way. The dead man was

Dirty Rutten Scoundrel

Trolling for the attention he hopes might jumpstart an otherwise nondescript career, Los Angeles Times staff writer Tim Rutten

Careless Whispers, Redux

An update on yesterday’s post: “A man who told authorities he overheard a conversation about a possible terrorist attack in Las Vegas failed a lie-detector test Friday, effectively ending the FBI’s investigation of the claim. “FBI agents questioned Henderson resident Michael Hamdan for five hours Friday afternoon before confirming they did not believe his assertion that his cell phone intercepted a conversation in Arabic about a planned July Fourth attack,”

Sport.  Like sex, only sweaty.

The dependably patriotic (if soccer loving) Indepundit articulates a country’s sadness in the wake of today’s World Cup quarter-final loss to the vaunted Krautish toe dancers: I

Sport.  Like sex, only sweaty.

The dependably patriotic (if soccer loving) Indepundit articulates a country’s sadness in the wake of today’s World Cup quarter-final loss to the vaunted Krautish toe dancers: I

Anchorsteam, was it…?

What was that stuff called? You know, that white powder everybody was freakin’ out about — with all the skin rashes and Dan Rather crying and some old lady dead and people hording antibiotics…? Was it Abercrombie? Applejacks? Christ, what was that stuff called…? [via Tiger Lily] [update: Wait. Artichoke? Was it artichoke? Alabaster? For shit’s sake, what was that stuff…? via Robert Crawford]

Anchorsteam, was it…?

What was that stuff called? You know, that white powder everybody was freakin’ out about — with all the skin rashes and Dan Rather crying and some old lady dead and people hording antibiotics…? Was it Abercrombie? Applejacks? Christ, what was that stuff called…? [via Tiger Lily] [update: Wait. Artichoke? Was it artichoke? Alabaster? For shit’s sake, what was that stuff…? via Robert Crawford]