Well, since last week’s Inky Pinky post went off so well, we thought we’d try a different game this weekend, just to entertain ourselves between cocktails. Despite what you may think, this has nothing to do with jokes about Arnold’s recently discovered progeny.
To a few of you-Chris, Salome, Blix, Naugahyde, and Uncle Billy, among others, this is an old one that we played over a year ago back on Crosstalk. Continue reading
Apparently, in the Open Thread for the morning, I didn’t give our friends in the animal kingdom enough recognition. Consider the above photo my attempt to rectify this. Continue reading
It’s Tuesday, May the 24th, and for the few of you that might care, the Cleveland Indians have the best record in all of Major League Baseball. Continue reading
Like a great many folks who found themselves caught up in the wave of Obama fever that permeated the Internet in 2008, I’m still a part of the mailing lists that were used to drive the President’s (amazingly well-financed) 2008 grassroots campaign. In the intervening three years, I’ve dutifully remained on that list, a fact borne as much out of laziness as my hope for some niblet of insider-y information that presidents are well-known to share with a mailing list of a few million strangers ahead of the rest of the world. Continue reading
You see that deplorable display of engineering up there? That’s a 1985 Pontiac Fiero. It was a mean two seater with the engine in the back, right over the gas tank. In short, it was a freaking death trap. Continue reading
Somewhere in Iowa, likely in an cluster of temporary offices that once housed a Circuit City, Mitt Romney’s staffers are no doubt breathing a little easier today. Elsewhere, in his underground lair, Roger Ailes’ nightly glass of immigrant tears probably tastes just a little cleaner this evening.
That’s because Mike Huckabee announced on his show Saturday night that he will not seek the 2012 Republican nomination. Continue reading
See what happens when you all give the Grand Inquisitor a hangover? You get stuck with hacks like me writing Open Thread posts.
On the bright side, it’s almost Friday, and I know everyone is looking forward to the weekend! Wait, where have I heard that before?
Nevertheless, another week of the senseless grind is almost through. It’s summer. Go to a rock show, have a beer, get a contact buzz, and roll with the wind.
Ah, bad movies. They come in so many different forms. You have “So bad as to be amusing in a Mystery Science Theater 3000 way”. There’s “Bad, but also kind of entertaining”. But then, there’s also the flat out “I can’t believe I just paid $10 plus $6 for stale popcorn to see that garbage” (Think Battlefield Earth). Personally, I’ve only ever walked out of one movie in my lifetime, and that happened when I was in high school. That cinematic atrocity? Copland. Sly Stallone as a deaf-in-one-ear sheriff of a town full up with corrupt NYPD cops? Huh. Sounds nuanced. Guess what? It wasn’t. Plodding, idiotic, and confusing? Absolutely. I went with friends to see this moving the summer after my senior year of high school. We had free tickets from a friend who worked at the theater, I think. We lasted maybe an hour. What about you guys? What’s the worst, actual worst, movie you’ve ever seen?
During the question and answer session that followed a recent stand-up performance, Jerry Seinfeld was asked by a member of the Cleveland audience if he thought he’d ever do another TV show. His response was typically abrupt: “The thing is: I’m old, I’m rich, and I’m tired. I don’t really need to.”
Everyone remembers their first ‘real’ concert. The one that took place in an arena, stadium, or at least a decent sized theater. Not the one that took place in the concourse at the mall. That doesn’t count, and you know it.
No, the first real concert is an unmistakable experience. For me, it involved piling into my grandfather’s ’77 Pontiac Grand Prix, making the two hour trip to Star Lake Ampitheater in Pittsburgh, and taking in Van Halen on their ‘Balance’ tour. Okay, so it was Sammy Hagar era Van Halen, and I was 15, so my father was the one who accompanied me, because, secretly, he wanted to see Van Halen as well. However, I got to test out my driving on the freeway chops, and despite my feelings about Sammy Hagar, I remember it being a high energy, loud, professional show. Even if I had to endure such songs as “Can’t Stop Loving You” (seriously, watch a video of Hagar signing “…Loving You” from around that era, he looks like Michael fucking Bolton), they offset it with enough “Panama” and “Jump” to satisfy the 12-year old inside of me that remembered roller skating to those songs. Yes, I had nostalgia at 15, so what?
What do you guys remember about your first concert?
