From ABC News comes this sad bit of news: A body found in East River may be that of writer / performer Spalding Gray. The body was so badly decomposed that the face was unrecognizable. Police reportedly could only say for certain is that the deceased was a white man. The only piece of clothing that could be identified was a pair of black corduroy pants. When Gray disappeared January
March 2004
oBoy!
No, the joke is not that it’s possessed (which is more common than you might think — and I have several thigh scars from a particulary evil can of Mountain Dew to prove it), but rather that it’s already received 14 bids! Not that I’m telling anybody how to spend his or her disposable income, mind you. But were I to consider dropping more than a ten spot on Coke,
In Memoriam: Ted Rall’s Career
Where Teddy Rall is concerned, the more things change, the more they stay the same. And I can prove it, too: Having learned of Ted’s being fired by the NYT online (thanks, Jim, and God bless us all, everyone), I decided to search the protein wisdom archives for some of the gentle criticisms I’d leveled at ol’ Rralllph-y Boy over the years. Y’know, because I like to pile on. Anyway,
The First Rule of Fight Club…
…is no posting on the weekends. It is too. Of course I’ve seen the movie. What kind of question is that?
Bring. It. On.
Overheard in the Continental Lounge of the Harbor Court Hotel, Baltimore, late-night March 2: Kerry: “…and so then I said, ‘Tonight the message could not be clearer all across our country: Change is coming to America. I
Does Swiffer make sterilized gauze?
Wow, things sure are messy in here, what with all the broken and outdated links, the dry-rotting CSS foundation, the nest of silverfish clustered in one corner of the site code, just behind my old Hoover upright and a rusty, mold-throated mini-fridge (whose half-open door reveals a single untouched Rolling Rock longneck and the dessicated husk of a grapefruit half). Man, is there anything more poignant than a solitary longneck
Them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights
Will Collier goes out on a limb, naming Evan Bayh the “slam-dunk” pick as Monsieur Kerry’s vice presidential running mate. I disagree. I think come convention time M. Kerry will surprise everyone and go with a wheel of brie. And of course a nice Chilean Caliterra Syrah to shore up the hispanic vote. Arriba! But Evan Bayh would be his second choice.
So Anyways…
Here’s where I left my blog! I thought for sure I’d lost it at the Wyoming State Fair in ’02 after a particularly raucous Bellamy Brothers concert. Nothing like waking up in a pile of shirtless cowboys and empty Pabst cans to make you re-evaluate your life, I can tell you that much. Christ, I smelled like Stetson, chaps, and Scott Glenn for a good solid month. And you don’t
