Perhaps you’ve seen Stan Romanek, the delusional idiot guy with the video of an “extra-terrestrial” peering in his bedroom window.
I have, and I fail to see what’s so special. You can’t look out my window at night and not catch an extra-terrestrial looking back. Goddamned interstellar-illegal-alien-peeping-tom-pervert-sons-of-bitches!
I really don’t get why they’d travel millions of miles just to look at me in my underwear, but whatever….
On a side-note, am I alone in thinking that at one time Larry King was actually a respected journalist, or has he always been an opportunistic crackpot?
David Letterman had as his guest Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas. Strangely, instead of the typical interview, they were playing a game that was a cross between miniature golf and soccer, which involved them scooting about on desk chairs while avoiding various obstacles and trying to kick golf balls (they each had their own) into sequentially numbered hole/basket/goals. This game was created by Jerry Lewis, who had appeared earlier to (somewhat comically, somewhat disturbingly) explain it.
As the two of them played the game Paul and the band accompanied the action with calliope “clown music” (I wish I knew the name of the tune; it’s instantly recognizable). They were neck and neck coming down toward the final goal when Dave grabbed the arm of CT’s chair with one hand then with his other hand reached into CT’s suit jacket pocket where there was an asthma inhaler which he discharged 6 or 7 times (as a diversion?)
This allowed Dave to kick the winning goal, whereupon he shouted “35 points!! In your face, Thomas!” (No, I have no idea how he arrived at the 35 point figure.)
What does this all mean?
It could just mean that I’m nuts; or it could simply indicate that when a medication cautions it may cause “vivid dreams” what they really mean is “weird-ass dreams”.
That’s not so much a side-effect as it is a ‘bonus’ in my book. I mean seriously, if you gotta have side effects, that’s not a bad one to get.
Today (Jan 24, 2008) would have been Warren Zevon’s 61st birthday. It’s hard to believe that he’s been gone for over 4 years now. Anyway, in celebration of Warren’s birthday I present you with the following video from the Late Show with David Letterman.
The news of Warrens terminal cancer diagnosis had recently come out and Warren’s old pal Dave Letterman dedicated an entire show to his friend, giving him the whole hour. This was the show where when he was asked by Dave how his work now (as he worked feverishly to complete one last album with the time he had left) compared to before, when he assumed he was healthy Warren replied:
You’re reminded to enjoy every sandwich and every minute of playing with the guys, and being with the kids and…
I never get tired of seeing this, despite how heart wrenching the reality of it is.
Another icon from my childhood has shuffled off the mortal coil. Like many boys in the 1970’s I was inspired by Evel’s exploits to build makeshift ramps and jump over things on my bicycle. It was a purple Schwinn Stingray-clone, a Sears ‘Spyder’. 1 gear, coaster brake, a rack for carrying school books, and a sparkly purple seat. Man! I loved that bike. What great adventures we had, most of which didn’t culminate with the sickening sound of melon-meets-pavement and/or a trip to the emergency room.
Anyway… as per usual, I digress.
Thank you Mr. Knievel, for inspiring an entire generation of boys to jump, crash, wipe off the blood, dust ourselves off and try again.
You were a real-life, flesh and blood superhero, something the world could use a few more of.
Godspeed, Evel, Godspeed.
So, it was with deepest regret that I realized yesterday (Saturday) was the day Henry “The Fonz” Winkler was in town for an evening of dinner, dancing (honestly!) and discussion on the importance of education at the Project SOAR — (Sailing Over Academic Requirements) fundraiser.
I so wanted to make a spectacle of myself by leaping up (in the requisite “semi-formal” attire) and shouting;
“I paid my $25… now dance with me, Fonzie!”
Oh well, it’s probably just as well; I’m pretty sure no one else would have found it nearly as funny as I would. Plus, that’s just the sort of thing that can get you branded as a raving lunatic in many small towns. Like I always say;
“Vast amounts of comedy escaping into the vacuum of indifference.”
Yep.
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So, apparently, Scott Stapp (fomerly of Creed) is engaged. His fiancée, Jaclyn Nesheiwat, was Miss New York USA 2004 and is currently the director of public affairs for the Scott Stapp Foundation, which promotes healthy parent/Scott Stapp child relationships.
My suggestions for gifts for the happy couple? Mirrors; portraits of Scott Stapp; anything engraved Mr. and Mrs. Scott Stapp.
The upcoming nuptials aren’t mentioned on the “news” page of Scott Stapp’s website, however, the words “Scott Stapp” do appear 11 times! That’s roughly one “Scott Stapp” per 21 other words! It’s Stapp-tastic!
“‘I think you’ll find it quite different,’ Stewart said Wednesday during an appearance at the Promax&BDA conference of marketing executives in New York.
Stewart said it took awhile for her to figure out what she would use in place of Trump’s signature phrase. She even asked her employees via company intranet for suggestions.
‘I got some doozies,’ she reported. Among them: ‘You’re not a good thing’ and ‘You’re a bad thing.’”
I wish she had asked me, I could have given her some real “doozies”; how’s about:
“Is Martha Stewart going to have to shank a bitch?” regardless of the person’s gender. (And yes, I did shamelessly rip this off from the Wayne Brady sketch on Chappelle’s Show.)
She really should go with “You’re shanked!” For fun and an extra boost to the ratings she could, from time to time, really shank the person, ’cause heaven knows, we Americans love our mindless violence.
Hopefully someone will let me know if she steals my idea… I most definitely will not be watching.
