I must admit, I’m curious about “Cloverfield,” produced by “Lost” creator J.J. Abrams. Via Cable & Tweed, here’s a second clip from the much-anticipated January release:
For those who’ve missed all the buzz, check out the official trailer.
I must admit, I’m curious about “Cloverfield,” produced by “Lost” creator J.J. Abrams. Via Cable & Tweed, here’s a second clip from the much-anticipated January release:
For those who’ve missed all the buzz, check out the official trailer.
Cholesterol, fuck ya!
(via The Stranger)
Listening to Bob Costas’ radio show tonight, I heard the most agonizing twist of fate involving our current president and baseball’s ineffectual commissioner, Bud Selig.
Guest Fay Vincent — baseball’s former top dog — relayed a story about how George W. wanted to succeed him as commish. Selig had apparently told Bush he would support his candidacy, but Vincent warned him not to trust the former used car salesman.
Bush, who was then a general partner with the Texas Rangers, gave Selig a deadline because he was interested in running for governor. According to Vincent, Barbara Bush had tried to persuade him not to take on Ann Richards, who was considered a formidable incumbent.
Vincent was right about Selig, who wanted the job for himself. And Barbara Bush was wrong about Richards.
Think how history would’ve been different had Bush 43 — a true fan — become baseball commissioner. The game, and the country, would’ve been much better off.
Thanks a lot, Bud.
Townhall.com isn’t subtle about its adultation for The Anchorman. Hugh Hewitt is their lead cheerleader (he loved Romney on “Meet The Press” today, natch); now Kevin McCullough joins the circle jerk:
Reading Hugh Hewitt’s book, A Mormon in the White House, (something most Romney critics haven’t done) brought to me to see a side of this executive that few could see in news stories. He IS a problem solving wizkid.
But none of those little peeks into his life really compared to the man I feel like we’ve had the chance to come to know in recent months. His love for HIS family permeates his desire to help other families. His willingness to say publicly, “I had gotten it wrong on abortion,” takes an understanding of one’s self that few are ever able to admit. His brainiac strategy to win the nomination has been the best laid strategy of any of the candidates.
The times I have spoken with him in person and by phone for my show – gave me the raw in-your-gut feeling that this man is as genuine as he is smart.
You’d think getting high with Dr. Bob and watching Tom Snyder wouldn’t rank among my favorite memories, but I’m a strange dude. Snyder passed away this year, and his unique style lives on.
*And as a nod to 1970s week(s), here’s a clueless, contentious interview with John Lydon (part two).
Time for one of those nauseatingly narcissistic year in review posts, featuring — hold for effect — a month-by-month countdown of the best of ATLmalcontent. Can you smell the desperation?
More to the point, can you still smell last January? (Hint: It reeked of Canoe.)
The Blogosphere Says What? was in a reflective mood, getting its poetry on, as some might unfortunately say:
Inside
Where feelings lie
And I die
Inside
Come out of me
Fear, sadness and angry
Inside
My demons reside
Along with pride
Inside
Come out of me
Let me love
Let me be free
Inside
Speaking of parody, check out this tasty morsel of Iranian propaganda: “Woody Allen, Corrupt Jewish Brainwasher.” Actually, it’s meant to be taken seriously. So how’s that cultural revolution going?
Finally, I did my part to help partisan fanatics find love. Not one of them has thanked me.
Today “The Chris Matthews Show” aired a short segment comparing Hillbot to Tracy Flick, the ruthlessly ambitious student council president from “Election.” Nicely observed, but a little late.
Today “The Chris Matthews Show” aired a short segment comparing Hillbot to Tracy Flick, the ruthlessly ambitious student council president from “Election.” Nicely observed, but a little late.
I must admit, I’m curious about "Cloverfield," produced by "Lost" creator J.J. Abrams. Via Cable & Tweed, here’s a second clip from the much-anticipated January release:
For those who’ve missed all the buzz, check out the official trailer.
Townhall.com isn’t subtle about its adultation for The Anchorman. Hugh Hewitt is their lead cheerleader (he loved Romney on "Meet The Press" today, natch); now Kevin McCullough joins the circle jerk:
Reading Hugh Hewitt’s book, A Mormon in the White House, (something most Romney critics haven’t done) brought to me to see a side of this executive that few could see in news stories. He IS a problem solving wizkid.
But none of those little peeks into his life really compared to the man I feel like we’ve had the chance to come to know in recent months. His love for HIS family permeates his desire to help other families. His willingness to say publicly, "I had gotten it wrong on abortion," takes an understanding of one’s self that few are ever able to admit. His brainiac strategy to win the nomination has been the best laid strategy of any of the candidates.
The times I have spoken with him in person and by phone for my show – gave me the raw in-your-gut feeling that this man is as genuine as he is smart.
You’d think getting high with Dr. Bob and watching Tom Snyder wouldn’t rank among my favorite memories, but I’m a strange dude. Snyder passed away this year, and his unique style lives on.
*And as a nod to 1970s week(s), here’s a clueless, contentious interview with John Lydon (part two).

Today "The Chris Matthews Show" aired a short segment comparing Hillbot to Tracy Flick, the ruthlessly ambitious student council president from "Election." Nicely observed, but a little late.

Today "The Chris Matthews Show" aired a short segment comparing Hillbot to Tracy Flick, the ruthlessly ambitious student council president from "Election." Nicely observed, but a little late.
Time to start doling out those year-end awards …
Discovery of the year (two years too late edition): Post-Paint Boy, by Stephen Malkmus. I’ve yet to tire of this song.
Time to start doling out those year-end awards …
Discovery of the year (two years too late edition): Post-Paint Boy, by Stephen Malkmus. I’ve yet to tire of this song.