Dangerfield!
Amil, one day your gens will be wrinkly too. Unless you visit the genitaylor. Which you so obviously will.
Blech, I can’t even watch those viagra ads all the way through. Gross.
Boo-urns. This is the worst news since Shawn Kemp turned out to be a cokeheld alky, rendering my signed rookie card worthless.
Completely unsurprising, given our current City leadership and the clusterfuck that was Howard Shultz as an owner. Following this trial was a cringeworthy exericse, as the incomptence and passive aggression of the City (and its attorneys) was matched only by that of the truly terrible presiding Judge Pechman.
This was classic Seattle. Do nothing to keep the team, pass the buck as much as possible, then try to hold a lame duck team to a lease, feign outrage and come up with a too-late plan B, posture like you have a backbone, then sell out for as much cash as possible.
And I say all of this as someone who hasn’t followed the Sonics since the George Karl days. I just hate our vanilla, ineffective local and statewide leadership. If it weren’t for the stolen sex tapes, I would seriously consider running for office.
So it’s late morning and I’m thinking: ‘New song and a fresh approach. I know, I’m going to do a Ronnie Spector. Oh yes I am. Ersatz, just for one day.’
And I did and here it is. Bless. I’m still enamoured of this song and would give you two Modern Loves for it any time.
David BOwie, on “Teenage Wildlife”. Yes, I know i just linked to the whole article but that’s just a great fucking quote.You know, I’m not even a huge Bowie fan, but he really is just the coolest man on the planet.
(Also, once a drunk man from Korea at Luv-a-Fair told me I looked like David Bowie. I was skinny and 21 and had short, flaming red hair. I was offended at the time, but I realize now that is the best compliment I will ever get.)
Nothing too add of substance, I just think Chuck’s point is rather elegantly made here. Bravo, sir.
Trust is a silly word to be throwing around in a political arena. It’s kind of like trying to throw the word ‘class’ around in a six on one gang bang, or any porn for that matter. There’s no such thing as classy porn, and even if there was, what boring loser want to watch it? Maybe John McCain prefers his porn to smoke Virgina Slims and warm him snifters of brandy with one lace gloved hand while gracefully tugging at his crinkled junk with the other…..
Is it just me or is the internet exceptionally good today? Just desserts being served all over the place.I know! It’s as if the internet finally realized its purpose in the world, and fulfilled all of its potential. Howard Roark would be so proud.
But he would still be ginger, Chuck. He would still be ginger.
Rhymes with Memily
I don’t get the over-the-top coverage that the New York blogosphere is foisting upon the shopping of a young woman’s book proposal, but I’ve been known to miss the point every now and again. So congratulations to New York for getting the scoop. But it should also be noted that Radar’s on the case too.
