if anybody at cnn had a sense of humor theyd change the call sign to ccn (clown car network) for the duration of the debate proceedings.
Sarah Silverman's move to the right side of history.
file under R for Rockford
two crazy ads back to back: golf knickers.com followed by an ad targeted specifically at former nfl players to sign them on for class action suits against the nfl. theres not a more cost effective way to reach out to a few thousand players?
(ded) Franz West's chair problem.
kinda crazy -- moses malone dies within weeks of darryl dawkins. file that under basketball news from the late 70s, early 80s.
final ly.
Oct. 4, 12-5 pm
Orchard Street between Delancey and E. Houston
PICKLE FUN FOR EVERYONE!
OPEN TO THE PUBLIC!
We thought you’d never ask.
Pickle Day is a neighborhood wide celebration of all things pickled that takes place every autumn in New York’s Lower East Side. The streets come alive with internationally renowned picklers, local vendors, live music, and activities. This celebration of the great LES pickling tradition takes center stage for ONE DAY EVERY YEAR, drawing enthusiasts from ’round the globe to remember their pickled roots!
thought season one was stronger than last nights episode but i may have made a couple of converts when i wasnt being castigated for a single trivia error. i still contend its kurt russell in road house and not patrick swayze.
And You’re the Worst just gets me most of all. The FXX comedy, which returned for a second season last night, was my no. 2 show of 2014. But that list, which I stand behind, was written mostly with my brain. If my heart were in charge, You’re the Worst would have been no. 1 — riding a unicorn, swigging from an overflowing goblet of Trash Juice. It’s the sort of series I want to treasure as much as champion. I’m happy to stay up late arguing with anyone about the bold artistry of The Americans or Top of the Lake. But it’s You’re the Worst that I want to tuck me in at night.
In 1965, four artists bought seven acres in southeastern Colorado, intending to make live-in works of art. Their communal project came to be known as Drop City, where residents lived in zonohedron domes of their own creation, sometimes constructed of automobile roofs and other scavenged materials. One dome, made of a fluorescent-painted lattice filled in with Mylar panels, made the trip east in 1968 to the Brooklyn Museum, filled with a five-foot-wide, round, spinning, “collaborative” work of art — “The Ultimate Painting” — that changed composition when illuminated by strobe lights.
busy night on the tube. us plays brazil in a friendly at 815 on espn2 (ok, not that exciting) and colberts late show premieres tonight (maybe not that exciting either but notable). scratch that, business as usual.
williams sisters quarterfinals tonight. cant see it starting til after 7:15 on espn even later if this mens quarterfinals match goes to five sets as they have to empty the stadium for the night matches.
some old fashioned score settling became the sports story of the day as the nfl set out to embarrass the marquee franchise in the league for the past 15 years, the new england patriots. in short, the patriots didnt take their medicine when they got caught deflating balls in the playoffs last year. i didnt follow the legal manuevering that closely but a judge ruled in favor of the patriots in overturning a four game suspension to their quarterback tom brady. the ruling did not acquit brady of the charges, only that the evidence was insufficient with regards to whatever element of the collective bargaining agreement the nfl claimed was abrogated.
so the nfl essentially went nuclear, or at least employed the bunker busters, by releasing information regarding the 2007 patriots cheating scandal that they were complicit in tamping down if not outright covering up. there was probably no smoking gun but there was a whole lot to make the patriots look bad and further tarnish their legacy. so instead of enduring this latest slap on the wrist, the patriots have opted for a black eye and all this to placate the bruised egos of owner, coach and quarterback. needless to say, a whole bunch of people that skipped a lot of classes in college learned the meaning of schadenfreude today.
could this day get any worse!?!
i accidentally grabbed the mrs cubbisons butter & garlic croutons made with texas toast bread when what i really wanted was the new york brand texas toast garlic & butter croutons.
you feel me, right? what a fucking day.
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