The post that fine morning was titled “LD reactions to the first song off a new Springsteen record in the years since he (LD, not BS) attained semi-adulthood.” So without any ado at all:
We Take Care Of Our Own, January 19, 2011: “His Bon Joviest moment yet. And with that, I am going to stick my head in the blender.”
NSFW, unless you happen to work in a urologist’s office. Via Justin Halpern.
But as Lou put it: “Blaming his failed business on changing drinking habits and texting? If you can’t figure out how to make money selling beer in a college town, then you need to reevaluate.” So Dunbar’s, somehow, is going to be the last dive standing. That’s a huge upset.
I know that people read Carl Hiaasen novels on airplanes, but that doesn’t make them (the novels, not the people) any less worthy. If he’s not the best satirist alive, I don’t know who is. Buy the almost unfairly entertaining Star Island here.
A Verified Famous Person lived in our apartment before us - not because it’s luxe and adorned with frescoes and rosette moldings, but because the owners attempted to recoup their losses by renting it out as “furnished quarters” during the housing implosion of Aught-Seven. As a result, in each of the last three years we’ve received a holiday card from the nice folks at The Tonight Show. As you can see, the card is somehow even more droll than the show itself. For a lucky few, humor and creativity are gushing spigots.
Anyway, in the absence of anything sincere and self-created, let this serve as my holiday wishes to y’all. Happy everything, everybody. See you on the other side - which is to say, seven hours from now.
Via the jealousy-inducingly funny John Moe.
I just started writing a twice-per-week column for MediaPost, in which I babble about web video that has an advertising/marketing slant. It’d sure be swell if you read it.
Just awesome. Via Movies.com, which I believe is some kind of movie-related web site.
Item: Baby boy
Condition: New, wrinkly, occasionally agitated
Cons: Is unable to complete simple tasks without assistance… Keeps the same hours as Keith Richards, minus the emergency-room downtime after falls off stage and out of trees… Cannot distinguish between adult shoulders and cribs/bassinets, and operates under misguided presumption that all three surfaces serve the same general purpose… Doesn’t respond to reason (“if you stop kicking, it will be easier to apply this soothing topical balm to your bottom”).
Pros: Already boasts a deep catalog of impressions, led by crowd-pleasers like “old man face” and “oh, the wonder of it all!”… Busts out of swaddles, no matter how skillfully applied, with ease and fiendish delight. Coupled with his double-fisted death grip, which has done more to thin the ranks of dad’s chest hair than electrolysis ever could, he projects as a checking-line center or versatile small forward… Owns a pair of big cobalt-blue eyes that will probably darken to the deep-brown tint passed along by mom and dad, but how awesome would it be if they don’t?… Rat-a-tat fart medleys will become a YouTube sensation when dad gets around to posting footage of them… Is infinitely, absurdly huggable.
Rating: Can I award more than five stars on a five-star scale? Dude’s a keeper.
“Paul Howard, 24, an aerospace engineering student, jeered the police. ‘Of course we’re going to riot,’ he said. ‘What do they expect when they tell us at 10 o’clock that they fired our football coach?’”
What an amazing feat of creativity and imagination. Check out the earlier and later updates as well.
I am about to become a dad. I am [mumbles inaudibly] years old. I just downloaded this for my phone. I regret nothing.
