Archive: February, 2006
What sick puppy mashed up Oprah's grilling of fabulist author James Frey with her mondo couch session with Tom Cruise?
(From the Best Week Ever, hat tip Gawker)
Wish I'd heard of this way to get twice the alertness:
This comes from a Blinq commenter, who reports finding rare video of the quail accident involving the vice president and the 78-year-old Texas lawyer.
That guy in the Fez who's blowing the quail call looks awfully familiar. (Sound down for work. Some language issues. But pretty funny.)
Meanwhile, David Paul smells something fishy in Texas. A hunting mishap, a media tempest - is this really a Republican plot to put Condi in the White House for the next term?
I've been guessing for years - taking how much I paid, figuring how that compared to my municipality's average sale that year, and then estimating, based on how much that average has grown in the years. Then I ignore it, since I'm a serious nester.
This beta service is easier, though. Put in your address and hit "go."
Dick Cheney yesterday, in his first interview since accidentally shooting a hunting acquaintance on Saturday, shouldered full blame for the quailing mishap, and said no one was under the influence of alcohol, though he conceded drinking a beer at lunch, more than four hours before.
Britt Hume of Fox News got the get.
A portrait of romantic breakups collected from blogs in 2005, and launched Tuesday by the Whitney Museum's Portal to Net Art. An overview:
The sharp-eyed Inklings noted the unfortunate juxtaposition in today's Inquirer. Omri Sharon is still on the endangered list - was sentenced to 9 months in prison.
Thought nothing of Lawrence O'Donnell's pickle-barrel musings in the Huffington Post yesterday, which carried the headline, "Was Cheney Drunk?"
But now Raw Story has made the question more interesting.
O'Donnell, the former West Wing exec producer who was chief of staff, for the U.S. Senate Committee on Finance, wrote:
Or the night Fats Domino couldn't stop.
Der Spiegel promos a tell-all book by the founder of Hamburg's Star Club.
Shallow Center wrote about the movies the other day - how Napoleon Dynamite was some bad junior high school joke he didn't get, but the Big Lebowski will remain a winner forever. Tom Durso, the site's writer, also posted about the auto show - the muscular Audi A4, the sweet Honda S2000 - and wondered why no car he likes gets decent gas mileage in these oil-dependent times. (A commenter - a relative, in fact - replied: "Get a haircut, hippie.")
It's been a long off-season for the Phloggers - the bloggers who chronicle the agate and agita of the Philadelphia Phillies. Today Phanatic Phollow Up is writing about the World Baseball Classic.
But it's time once again to stretch.