Live blog time!
Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Eastern Conference Finals between the Boston Bruins and the Tampa Bay Lightning starts tonight at 8ET. For some reason, I’ve been given clearance to liveblog the game. As I often say when making terrible calls in Euchre: “Let’s see how this goes.”
Game 7: it’s what separates the highly-paid men who will continue playing from the other highly-paid men who will retire to their deluxe mansions.
Good evening Crasstalk. If you are headed out for the holiday weekend you better get on the road. The traffic is going to be crazy. Don’t forget the cooler and the sunscreen. Here’s a couple of songs for the drive. Continue reading
Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper, newly minted as the leader of a majority federal government for the first time in his life, has taken this week’s G8 summit as an opportunity to throw his weight around a little. The only problem is that his behavior is completely at odds with every other G8 leader. From the issue of Israeli-Palestinian peace talks to North African aid, Harper is insisting on taking a contrarian position. Unfortunately, it is coming across as unproductive and pointlessly self-indulgent. And at a G8 summit, that is really saying something.
Happy Holiday Weekend, ladies and gents! Seems like it’s been a pretty quiet week here at Crasstalk. I suppose that’s appropriate, given that it’s the lead up to a three-day weekend. I don’t know about you guys, but lazy is the way to go this weekend, assuming that you’re fortunate enough to not be in the path of these never ending storms pounding through the Midwest. Continue reading
Growing up, after buying coney dogs and flurries from the independent ice cream shop up the road from where we lived and across the street from where we went to middle school, my sister and I would bike over to Kay’s Books, a small, dingy little place filled with love for words, and we would spend the rest of our allowance on comics, Archie for her and Spiderman for myself. The comics were located right up front, and just off to the side was the Romance section. I liked to laugh at the cheesy covers featuring illustrations of that guy from the butter commercials and the equally cheesy titles. Who read this stuff? As I began to write myself, I thought, who wrote this stuff? Don’t people want to write about big ideas, about great philosophical conflict? Continue reading
You know who only did one bachelor party movie? Tom Hanks. He has two Oscars. I’m almost positive if you were to ask Tom how many bachelor party movies you should ever make in your career, he’d probably give you that “Tom Hanks” face and say, “Well, probably just the one.” Heh. Tom. He’s so right, always.
Wanna know who never considered just the one? Yeah, the boys who made The Hangover.
What do all these tracks have in common? They’re all remixes. And I like them. And put together, they would make an excellent soundtrack for your Levi’s commercial-esque spontaneous road trip with your attractive and ethnically diverse friends in a suspiciously cool vintage Cadillac.
Many reasons have been given for why we like sport so much. Tribalism. Throwbacks to our fight-or-flight reflexes. Vicariously living through the talents of others. Freudian reactions to balls and big bats and sticks. Beer.
But what causes some sporting moments to become not merely great, but forever etched in our memories? Continue reading
We are all pretty much in agreement that NBC and that greedy human chin, Jay Leno, are a bunch of jerks, right? Yes, well, no one agrees more than Conan O’Brien, who probably got the shortest end of all the sticks in all the world. In this hilarious looking documentary, our chum Coco Ginger (This is a brilliant showgirl name) shows us his journey after the proverbial sh*t hit the fan. Continue reading
With apologies to Sir Winston “The British Bulldog” Churchill, we have seen them on the beaches, we have seen them on the landing grounds, we have seen them in the fields and in the streets, we have seen them in The Hills.
I refer to nicknames.
Bestowed by family, school friends, coworkers, or enemies; sometimes they stick. Some are obvious. “Flash” for anyone quick. “Tiny” for tall people. “Bluey” for gingers in Australia. As Kara “Starbuck” Thrace might put it, there are many copies. Continue reading