The Young Liberals have put out a couple of ads, “I’m a Liberal,” in which a cute young girl proclaims “Hi, I’m a Liberal,” and a fattish, geeky looking guy says “and I’m a PC.” Funny how PC looks like Stephan Dion, but the real problem with these ads are, they are direct, unashamed rip-offs of the Apple Mac/PC guy ads.
Of course, their designed to be obviously a take off on those ads, But it is just an unoriginal bit of copying.
Liberals. The old ones steal our money, the young ones steal ideas.
Some have called this dangerous; some have been found to be suicidal after watching. I just laughed till I – well none of your business what happened next – but be forewarned. If you have a delicate nature, this could be dangerous for you: Celine Dion and Anastasia singing AC/DC’s You Shook Me (All Night Long)
And this is how it should sound. Interesting that AC?DC sings “knocked me out with those Canadian thighs”, and the Canadian sings “American thighs.”
From the ridiculous, to the sublime. Mick Jagger, according to director Julien Temple, wrapped a bamboo cage full of bees around his… his… um… weapon of choice, so that the bees would sting it and it would swell up, thus becoming, well… swell. Apparently the Jagger family jewel is in the one or two carat range. The thing is, if “You’re so vein” Mick Jagger, who is reputed to have bed thousands, is not satisfied with his, what chance do the rest of have to be satisfied with ours?
It’s an interesting week when suddenly Kieth Richards isn’t the weird one in the band.
John Wayne was born 100 years ago last weekend. Happy Birthday Duke. (Wonder if the Duke ever questioned his manhood?)
I love this story. Italian consumer groups are pissed at Barbara Streisand because of her ticket prices. In other words the socialists are upset that very vocal socialist Barbara is acting like a capitalist.
Kiera Knightlywon a libel suit against British tabloid The Daily Mail about a story that suggested she was to blame for the death of an anorexic teenager and that she had an eating disorder.
Which is nice because it gives me a chance to post a picture of the very nice Ms. Knightly.
Rosie O’Donnell has left the building, and she’s taking a beating even from what should be sympathetic observers, like the Huffington Post:
Bullies never like it when the tables are turned, and Rosie was no different…
This fight was not about the war in Iraq (despite Joy Behar‘s best efforts) — it was 100% about Rosie’s nose being out of joint, and about her ability to dish it out but not take it…
It is ego that drove Rosie to quit three weeks before the expiration of her contract, ego that impelled her to pout in non-rhyming free verse on her blog, posting a self-pitying video and affecting a put-upon air… now she’s walking three weeks early, because she picked a fight with an easy mark — and lost? Wow. From bully to baby in 0.5 seconds… Even so, she’s a professional, or should be — and with three weeks left to go, a professional stays in the hot seat she’s been given the freedom all year to create, and sees it through…
If I could say it better myself, I would.
I was sorry to hear that Bobby Ash, better know as Uncle Bobby to kids of my generation, passed away this week in Elliot Lake, Ont. of a heart attack. He was 82. Condolences to his family and friends.
Then, for good measure, he threw in a link to Abbot and Costello’s who’s on first.
I piped in that he missed Bull Durham, and offered a couple of routines to back me up:
And talk about great comedy routines, the meeting on the mound:
Larry: Excuse me, but what the hell’s going on out here? Crash Davis: Well, Nuke’s scared because his eyelids are jammed and his old man’s here. We need a live… is it a live rooster? [Jose nods] Crash Davis: . We need a live rooster to take the curse off Jose’s glove and nobody seems to know what to get Millie or Jimmy for their wedding present. [to the players] Crash Davis: Is that about right? [the players nod] Crash Davis: We’re dealing with a lot of shit. Larry: Okay, well, uh… candlesticks always make a nice gift, and uh, maybe you could find out where she’s registered and maybe a place-setting or maybe a silverware pattern. Okay, let’s get two! Go get ’em.
This ones not bad either:
Skip: You guys. You lollygag the ball around the infield. You lollygag your way down to first. You lollygag in and out of the dugout. You know what that makes you? Larry! Larry: Lollygaggers! Skip: Lollygaggers.
Then yesterday the Toronto Sun ran this quote in a small caption they call Say it Again:
Relax, all right? Don’t try to strike everybody out. Strikeouts are boring; besides that, they’re fascist. Throw some more ground balls. It’s more democratic.
Strikeouts are fascist; ground balls democratic. You would think that would be the kind of line Gerry Nicholls and myself would remember. Considering the nature of our blogs, you would think that this might have been mentioned.
Aand you would think wrong. Consider the record straightened.
Last year I played at a friend’s wedding and, as I documented elsewhere, it went reasonably well. For her walk up the aisle I chose to play Pachelbel’s so very pretty Canon in D.
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