Oh. So there’s the beef. Thanks, I’m here all week.
March 10, 2004
Bring. It. On. Chapter 3.
Overheard at Georgetown’s swanky 1789 Restaurant, March 9: Kerry: “…from what I hear, O’Reilly’s been getting a lot of mileage out of the word folks. So I’ve been thinking, why not incorporate it into my own speeches? As a way to connect with the little people, as it were.” Ketchup Heiress: “Ugh. ‘Folks’? Really? It’s so very…plebian sounding.” Kerry: “Of course it is. But you have to admit, it has
March 10, 2004
Oh Nancy Boy, the Pipes, the Pipes are calling…
Cool! Trivial Pursuit™ picks up more game-card fodder, and I can start using Gillooly in everyday conversation again. It’s a win win situation! Here, check it out: “Oh, don’t mind him, that’s just the gillooly talking.” Or, “My, this gumbo is delicious! Please pass the gillooly.” Gillooly Gillooly Gillooly Gillooly Gillooly. Gilloooooooooolllly. Ah. Tell me that’s not heavenly…
March 10, 2004
From the “Coveting Thy Neighbor’s Ass” Dept., Cont.
Erstwhile San Francisco 49’ers wide receiver Terrell Owens: Tireless Civil Rights hero? Or greedy over-rated jaggoff…? We report, you decide.
March 10, 2004
From the “Coveting Thy Neighbor’s Ass” Department
Nobody drugs my bitch and gets away with it. There. I’ve always wanted to say that.
March 10, 2004
To be, or, y’know, not…
“Et tu, Brute?” Not anymore. “And you too, Brutus?” is what students read in a new genre of study guides that modernize the Elizabethan English found in “Julius Caesar” and other plays by William Shakespeare. These guides move beyond the plot summaries found in other study aides by providing line-by-line translations in modern-day English. Here, let me try: “Yo, Romeo! Where you at? ‘Cause peep this: Juliet’s in the hizzouse.”
March 10, 2004
RIP, redux
Actor Robert Pastorelli, a former boxer best know for his role as “Eldin Bernecky” on “Murphy Brown,” was found dead in his Hollywood home of a suspected drug overdose. He was 49.
March 9, 2004
Waiting for Go-donkey
The meaning of life in one act. And to think I wasted six hours watching “Angels in America” on the outside chance I’d get to see a robed Roy Cohn playing the harp. Or a confused Ethel Rosenberg exclaim, “a dingo ate my baby!” …Speaking of baby-eating, I’m working to update to my blogroll. To do this, I had to take down a couple of my link lists. But they
March 9, 2004
Somebody needs a pickle
Uh, you peddle condiments, honey. Let’s not go confusing steak sauce dividends with political perspicuity, okay? Now go fix me up a burger. And hold the ketchup.