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CBS is at it again! The network that brought you “Decreasingly Attractive People Stranded on an Island with Nothing to Do But Talk About Food They Don’t Have” (Survivor) and “People That Couldn’t Make It On To “Decreasingly Attractive People Stranded on an Island with Nothing to Do But Talk About Food They Don’t Have” But Settled for Being Stuck in a House Full of Cameras With No Activities of Any Kind” (Big Brother) is now the center of controversy Read more »
Wow. It sure has been a long time since our last encounter. I can’t imagine how hard it must’ve been for you and I apologize with every bit of sincerity that I can muster. I guess I just haven’t been adequately inspired in a while. Read more »
Here’s a True Hollywood Moment for the uncool few of you who don’t follow Paris Hilton’s every move. The unjustifiably-famed heiress was recently arrested for driving under the influence (of alcohol, duh). It appears (from the one article I’m willing to use as research into this matter: this one) she has been tried and convicted and now faces a 45-day sentence behind bars. Read more »
It's 5:00 on a Monday, which means we have no time for our usual incisive political commentary. But Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is in New York talking giving a talk about 9/11, apparently called "(If) I Did It." Isn't that weird?
And now, a Photoshopped pic of his amusingly De Niro-esque expression.
Heard the one about the crooked cop who confiscated a bag of pot, baked them into brownies with his wife and then called 911 because he was convinced he was dying? Normally these guys are more into the donuts, but I'll bet his eyes were plenty "glazed" after this episode.
Check out the playback from the actual phone call he made, in which he tests his theory that time is standing still by checking up on his favorite sports team. Pure Acapulco Gold.
Okay, this is just weird. Anyone who thought investment brokers nowadays were nothing more than depraved, misogynist overgrown frat-boy types need only watch this video from the Roth Capital Partners Conference in Laguna Niguel.
The juxtaposition of Ludacris spitting his blingin'-ass lyrics and his go-go hoes dancing in the background, with a bunch of silver-haired suits glued to their cell phones, is enough to convince anyone that today's businessmen are just as influenced by Gecko from Wall Street as they are by Biggie from Ready to Die.
Since its recent Academy award win (and for quite a while before that), Al Gore’s An Inconvenient Truth has garnered a lot of attention from a variety of sources. The man now known as “The Goracle” has a higher approval rating than he ever did while running for president and is looked upon as a champion for the rights of Mother Earth. Read more »
You know you've been seen way too many cheesy, cliché movie trailers when you're reading an article about how circumcision prevents HIV prevention...when suddenly you can literally, physically hear that record-scraping sound in your head: You know, when the needle abruptly slides off the turntable after someone says something particularly zany? Read more »
Unless you’ve been living under a rock without a wireless Internet connection for the last few hours, you’re well aware of Britney Spears’ head-shaving extravaganza. WHY this is major enough news for us all to be so well aware of it is far beyond me. Nevertheless, I’m going to venture a guess as to Britney’s motives. Read more »
The internet is destroying news. If a story is over three hours old in the electronic age, it's no longer news. Worse yet, with specialized search engines and category-related news sites, people only see the news that directly interests them.
I'm out here searching the web twenty-four seven, looking for the newest news possible in the hopes it will appeal to more then ten people. But it's hopeless. Just when I finish a great blog on the crazy astronaut chick in diapers, Anna Nicole up and dies, making my old blog yesterday's news. Read more »
By now, just about everyone knows about the long, strange trek of Lisa Nowak: a NASA space shuttle pilot who threw on a wig, a trench coat and some diapers (to avoid pee breaks), grabbed a BB gun and some pepper spray (modern equivalents of “phasers on stun”), and drove 900 miles to hunt down a woman she presumed was schtupping her beloved flyboy. Read more »