Thursday, September 30, 2004

Score a couple of turkeys at the local alley...

AP/Yahoo: Franken Challenges O'Reilly to Bowling
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=494&ncid=763&e=3&u=/ap/20040930/ap_en_tv/people_al_franken

Burning question: Does Bill O'Reilly have a clear bowling ball with a large rose suspended inside?

Cheesecake Break: Eva Longoria

One cannot walk the streets of Manhattan without being visually smothered in ads for new TV shows, one of which is the seemingly-vapid-but-tittilating show "Desperate Housewives." I wouldn't be paid to watch the show, and I do consider Teri Hatcher to be a bit of a used rag at this point (hey, no apologies for that low comment; if you star in an Andrew Dice Clay vehicle AND a bondage fantasy movie, you must ride both the highs and lows of chauvanist pig commentary), there's one star that may break out of this show before it gets dropped like a bad history class.

http://abc.go.com/primetime/desperate/bios/eva_longoria.html

http://abc.go.com/primetime/desperate/images/gallery/ep101/gallery.html?photo=4
http://abc.go.com/primetime/desperate/images/gallery/ep101/gallery.html?photo=8
http://us.ent4.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/summer_catch/eva_longoria/catchpre.jpg

A further Google Image Search will leave much less to the imagination. I feel all warm and tingly now. Foxy foxy foxy. She brings out the 15-year-old in me.

And she's a comedian, too. I'm in love!

Next: "Is that a Fendi bag next to that headless body?"

ROBE TO FREEDOM
http://nypost.com/entertainment/19822.htm

Yeah, leave it to the Post to represent the New York community of people who watched the Italian hostage women return home on television and thought, "Wow, I just love their fashion sense, I wonder if I can get something like that in Bloomingdales…"

Letter from the Editor: I was way fucked up before Al Gore invented this thing

Just a note for anyone who's been reading:

I know that "drunk media blogger" has become a cliche that's been beat harder than a Persian rug, but I just want to give a little background here: I've been enthusiastic about drinking, writing, information, and trashy gossip my entire adult life. Yes, I do read many of the other sites out there, and I'm completely hooked on this trendy brand of disallusioned pop-culture hangover irony. But just because that's how I present myself doesn't mean that I'm copping anyone's style. I beat all of you people to the table, if not to the keyboard. We're all kindred spirits. I got nuthin but love for ya.

But none of you will hire me as a stringer, so here I'll blabber until I make my first million from it, or I get run over by a truck.

Back to your regularly scheduled unsolicited commentary.

How insensitive to our alcoholic Republican Candidate

POST'S OFFICIAL DEBATE DRINKING GAME!
http://nypost.com/living/19826.htm

What a great news day so far!

No, I'm not watching the debate. I'll just read all the articles tomorrow, as usual. I have better things to do. Like, drink without the help of a game.

Never mind... Paris Hilton has officially gone even lower

Rush & Molloy 9/30/04 - http://nydailynews.com/front/story/237174p-203602c.html

Would have never expected it from such a classy girl as she. Dave Chappelle surrenders.

Will pay $100 for this video if you can deliver it on VHS or DVD within 48 hours. Before it's ruined by a bunch of Internet geeks, line static, and 1 billion to 1 compression.

September 30, 2004

Today is Monica Bellucci's 40th birthday.

She does SO NOT look it.

http://www.radioteam.ro/photo_album/maxim/monica_belluci/monica_bellucci_004ca-vi.jpg is about the only work-safe picture I could get the link to, because my employer does block much of the Internet... including most of France and Italy.

hubba hubba

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

I honestly hadn't thought of anal sex today before reading this article. I swear.

New York Observer: The Ballerina Who Bent - by Alexandra Jacobs
http://observer.com/pages/frontpage6.asp

Hmmm. Glad I wasn't eating while I was reading this one!

There are some choice quotes in there, like "I want to die with him in my ass" and "Early critics are gushing like Astroglide." This is why I always stop at one drink before alcohol poisoning - so that I can live another day to find gems like these.

Hey, is this connected to the Johnny Sack arrest?

Feds Bust Reputed Gambino Underboss: http://1010wins.com/topstories/winstopstories_story_273142545.html

Tony Connecticut gets pinched. Henry Hill gets another 20 phone calls for talk radio show interviews tomorrow morning.

By the way, can you do a suburban CT mob show? I mean, does that work at all? Does anything happen up there during the day? Did anything eventful happen there since the wrap party for the filming of "Beetlejuice"?

I mean, New Jersey is like that loud fat guy at a party telling all the funny jokes, where Connecticut is the skinny unamused investment banker type who says not a word and is one Pantone shade of white away from death. I think even Rhode Island parties harder than they do. They can't even do a political scandal right. Their governor was completely corrupt in a terribly boring way; at least McGreevey was creative enough to be having a shady homosexual side affair while cheating on his wife to cover up all the other dishonest stuff (still the I-don't-believe-it political implosion of the year).

New York Times Pinups - Safe for work!

Cute rising-Broadway star chick:
http://nytimes.com/2004/09/29/theater/newsandfeatures/29eden.html?8hpib

Cute former-attempted-murder-convict chick:
http://nytimes.com/2004/09/29/nyregion/29profile.html

Hot back in the 60's chick:
http://www.nytimes.com/2004/09/28/fashion/28FRON.html

Obviously they forgot the way I drive on the Turnpike

World's tallest, fastest roller coaster zooming to Jersey: http://nydailynews.com/front/breaking_news/story/236955p-203446c.html

Nice!

By the way, major props to Cedar Point. I was there once when I was a teenager, and it owned every other amusement park I've ever visited. Six Flags Great Adventure, in comparison, is admittedly a little ghetto, but I think this will make it worth a return visit.

It's only Wednesday of the first week and I've already jumped the shark here...

September 29, 2004

On this day, from the New York Times, the New York Giants (baseball) played their last game at the Polo Grounds. http://nytimes.com/learning/general/onthisday/big/0929.html#article

Side note: Free blogging/email services on the Internet are gifts of the devil. You get what you pay for... in this case, by not paying, you get to have problems accessing the blog site for a few hours in the morning so that all of your news is crusty and old. Not good times.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Geek Alert: Viruses in pictures!

Hackers Exploit Microsoft's JPEG Flaw: http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/technology/AP-Windows-Security.html

Yeah, so... ummm... turn off your computer, unplug it, and put it in the closet! Better safe than sorry!

By the way, there's a picture down the page of my testicles, and your computer is now infected with the FomundaCheese Virus.

(I love that joke. I'm so crass.)

Uhhh, wow, or something

PARIS BURNS IN NEW SEX TAPE: http://nypost.com/gossip/pagesix.htm (works only today, 9/28... look up today's paper online in the archives starting tomorrow)

I can't make up my mind between whether this is shocking or expected. I would be shocked by the stupidity on display, but really now - is there anything that Paris won't do to get herself some sleaze-ridden free publicity? I mean, is she going to have public lesbian sex with Madonna next? Pose nude for a Vanity Fair cover ala Demi Moore? Maybe the next porn tape will be a spanking fetish video? I can't think about it anymore. I have a vivid imagination, and I'm clueless as to how she can top what she's done already.

The worst part is, it's very much attention-getting, but it's not sexy at all. I don't know how people could enjoy watching this stuff. I have fantasies myself, but they usually don't involve my own hairy ass or girls who are pathetically skinny and skanky. However, watching one of these tapes gets you the hairy ass and the skinny skank. Large numbers of men drool; I grin with a sense of schadenfreude, but it's hardly as titillating as it is unbecoming.

Yeah, it's a slow news day.

The Best Days Of Our Lives

Surfing on a Wave of Adolescent Angst: http://nytimes.com/2004/09/28/arts/television/28heff.html?8hpib

I think the best theme of this article is the author's opinion that several of the principal subjects on this crapfest are peaking in life. At age 17. So true for so many.

They might grow up to be vapid, well-funded, marginally successful adults, but they have great hair.

I also like pretty girls on the beach. If you live in New York and you're lamenting the weather today, you'll know why the attached picture is significant. I'd rather be in the picture posing as an armchair for a cute chick, rather than be stuck high in the mucky sky.

September 28, 2004

On this day in 1963, "She Loves You" by the Beatles was played on the radio by Murry The K in New York. It is believed that this was the first time a Beatles song was played in the U.S.

Well, score one for musical taste today...

Monday, September 27, 2004

Conan O'Brien to Replace Jay Leno in 2009

http://www.nytimes.com/2004/09/27/business/media/28CND-NBC.html?hp

Whoa.

Question: Are we all going to make it to 2009 at this rate?

Well, when top female magazine editors are part of the mix...

New York Post: THE TRUTH IS 'OUT'

http://www.nypost.com/news/nationalnews/30793.htm

"I think New York women are much scarier than New York men," said former publishing maven and editor of the now-defunct Talk magazine Tina Brown. New York women are "amazons in lethal Manolo Blahnik heels who leave men in the dust," she said.

Thank you, Tina Brown. I might actually watch your show now.

Seriously, women in New York are scary. Or not so much intimidating as soul-crushing romance traps. I imagine them all as vampires... appealing and charming upon first glance, and completely careless about draining your life blood in the end. My favorite part is how it's always the mens' fault. It's as if female dating behavior were a necessary defense mechanism against all these pervy cads roaming the streets, deflowering and defiling, annihilating innocence, trust, and self-confidence among the female gender.

If I'm unmarried at 35 and a 20-year-old girl is coming onto me, why should I stop her? What karmic debt do I owe at that point to all the 35 year old hags out there to stay in my own age fold, especially when said women my age wouldn't fuck me for a million dollars back when we were 20 ourselves?

It's really no one's fault, I say. (And this is precisely why I called this blog "The Lectern", because it's all about what I say) Few people are truly mean and vicious; many are insecure, picky, and irrational. The finger pointing comes from fear, but really there's nothing to fear but fear itself. If you're confident with yourself, all of the anger and anguish fades away. But, in this environment, everyone's their own version of Woody Allen.

I've added at least $200 myself to the dating literature/services industry, most of it for naught. I could make it back by writing dozens of articles about my insecurities, failures, and theories. Maybe I will, over time.

From the Ten-Lashes-From-The-Velvet-Rope Dept. - Crash Override

http://nypost.com/gossip/19758.htm

"In preparation for tonight's Nicole Miller fashion show and party, we've been training the staff in Shaggy-spotting, Shaggy-surveillance, and Shaggy-removal. We're stationing guards on the skylights. If all else fails, we'll ask Gina Gershon, who's performing with her band, to kick his ass."

This is why I believe that party-crashing is the most noble cause in New York. Good luck, Unik, in trying to "make an example" out of this boil-on-your-ass uninvited guest.

Side note: I can't resist a writeup for a webpage that features a link to "LOHAN'S DAD BOOTED FROM SCORES"

Dating advice: Buy My Book!

http://nydailynews.com/front/story/236253p-202596c.html

I really like Dr. Judy, but it's sad to see when a somewhat useful column by a respected voice ends on a shill note.

Next: Jon Bon Jovi captioned as Axl Rose

The New York Post makes a mistake that even a senior citizen wouldn't make. This is clearly a picture of James Hetfield... although it's kinda hard to keep track of this guy because of how often he changes his hair and beard to something worse than before... and it's captioned as Kirk Hammett.

Tomorrow's correction excuse: "Sorry, our intrepid staffer truly made his best effort to identify all of the people at Babbo, but had a hard time distinguishing among all of the metal band members who peaked in the 80's"

Link: http://nypost.com/gossip/19765.htm

Monday, September 27, 2004

Today is Meatloaf's birthday. Good taste in music surrenders.

Sunday, September 26, 2004

Sunday, September 26th

Today: Jonathan Chapman, born in Massachusetts on September 26, 1775, came to be known as "Johnny Appleseed." Of course, an SNL quote comes to mind: "The character Johnny Appleseed was based on Brasky.. except for the part about planting appleseeds and not raping men! TO BILL BRASKY!"

Let's start,

New York Times:

"Kindness (Ugh!) of Strangers" By Bob Morris - http://nytimes.com/2004/09/26/fashion/26AGE.html

I don't know what's worse... the trend he's observing, or his own reaction. This looks like a plot inspiration for a "Curb Your Enthusiasm" episode. I'd say the lesser of the two offenses is Mr. Morris' reaction, and I'll dive in: this man seems to be excessively irritated by unprofessional behavior. Sure, he's got to play the role of gruff for his column's style, but I think his reactions to each of the offenses imply that he thinks he's quite important and does not deserve to be bothered with pushy or slightly intrusive behavior. His overall tone of the article implies that service workers not only should never commit intrusive transgressions, but that the reason is that important people like him wish not to be bothered with any bold or daring conversations with such workers. "Call me a snob, but I like to be served quietly, even deferentially, especially when I am paying top dollar." Well, Mr. Morris, you sir are a snob. I guess it'd be okay if your colleague's son needed a post-graduation job and he asked you for a reference... but it'd be intolerable for a stewardess to attempt to make any similar networking connection. But let's be fair; some of the behavior outlined in the article, collectively weak evidence for any larger trend in society, is frankly rude and obnoxious. The musical cab ride comes to mind as the foremost example; do you choose to jump out of a moving vehicle, or endure an improptu, unwanted audition session? Alright, I'm still thinking about it...

"Father Eats Best" By Rick Marin - http://nytimes.com/2004/09/26/fashion/26BETA.html

Mr. Marin points out a new trend; instead of having homely wives, as many Americans skinny or fat would have, the new breed of dumpy dads all have blazing hot wives. It looks odd because the common thought is, as thousands of romantically jaded folks would claim, "No way she'd ever settle for him in real life!" A quote in the article alludes to the fact that such mispairings of physique in relationships are not the norm (bad pun... but then again, we never saw Norm's wife in "Cheers", did we?) I find this whole column somewhat offensive in the sense that he lists "fat" as an undesirable trait. It is paired in context with "aloof", a term that, at the very least, has a negative connotation. Maybe this is the kind of ignorant thinking that these shows are trying to circumvent, in some respects? That a visually perfect female would not care about such traits in a man with whom she shares a connection??? Well... NAHHHH! Instead, this is the Maxim Magazine mentality at work. Pair "manly men" caricatures with hot chicks, and watch the 18-49 male demographic ratings soar! But the author does have a sincere and admirable sentiment underlying the "fat fat fat!" talk; he is pained to see fathers and husbands as comedy's doormats. Skinny men are included in the archetype, although not in the article; Ray Romano and the late John Ritter also have played up to the "Father Knows Least" gag. Mr. Marin is not looking for buff men on television, he's merely wishing for a husband, however imperfect, with redeeming qualities to come along and not be the constant butt of the joke. Enough with the cartoonish archetypes and pratfalls, let's find a man that we can laugh with and not laugh at. Well, what a nice sentiment, and the best of luck to you; the state of comedy is such that every male comedian out there is working their lives trying to jump into the buffoonish husband/father role, as it's the pinnacle of their profession. I won't hold my breath waiting for it, but it's about time someone transcendant in comedy made the leap... the next Bill Cosby. (...who had remarkable talents for spreading the humor around and breaking ground in television overall)

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The New York Post

Single Girl Seeks that Loving Feeling - http://web5.nypost.com/dating/d1.htm

Brooke, Brooke, Brooke, my dear Brooke... it's all our fault, isn't it? How can we be on your side if the first thing you do is say that men are failing to meet your needs because no one you have met will get cozy with you and you alone? That's a double negative - placing blame, and unearthing past defeats that should be left buried. How typical it is of a bad date to bring up the past and all its failures. But Brooke seems to be a sweet girl overall, and somehow I totally bit on the "medium maintenance" line. (What can I say? It seemed sincere! And I'm a complete idiot, too) Moving onto our suitors: The Post must have a sense of humor, as the first two guys seem wholly inappropriate for Brooke, and the third guy is a musclehead. Breaking it down: Geoffrey is too boring, too picky, and too brainy for Brooke - plus, his dating history seems to be exactly what she doesn't want; Josh is worse - cheesy ("I work out!"), too busy (mentions of "buddies" and "work a lot but do occasionally go out on some dates" - no time for a girlfriend, babe), perhaps self-obsessed (paraphrase: "I wanna talk about myself at some point!"), and seemingly metrosexual/trendy; Mike the musclehead actually isn't that bad, though. He's motivated, seemingly polite, and perhaps honest. Or maybe he's a really good liar. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. His dating history aligns well with Brooke's desires, too; both would be happy sticking around each other for a while. She also probably wouldn't mind that he's the suitor without a beer gut. I place my vote with Mike, but Josh lead the poll at the time of this review. Sorry Brooke! Looks like stories from the gym are in your future.