how the "and a half" in "two and a half men" better watch his backside

so, according to wife denise richards, charlie sheen's a perv.

shocker.

this from the thesmokinggun.com, and by the way, god bless the smoking gun:

As Richards tells it, Sheen was angry because she had told her divorce attorney about discovering details of Sheen's porn-surfing practices. Richards's declaration, filed in support of her request for a restraining order against Sheen, contends that Sheen "belonged" to "disturbing" sites "which promoted very young girls, who looked underage to me with pigtails, braces, and no pubic hair performing oral sex with each other." Other sites visited by Sheen, Richards alleges, involved "gay pornography also involving very young men who also did not look like adults." Richards added that she also discovered that Sheen "belonged to several sex search type sites" on which he "looked for women to have sex with." His online profile, Richards noted, included a photo of "his erect penis."

that's charlie sheen, now seen on america's most watched comedy. here on cbs!

how it has to be

now that david lee roth has been fired from his job as an early-morning shock jock at CBS radio, it becomes clear to me that there's only one candidate out there who can take what he has accomplished and to roll with it into something newer but familiar, something hopefully better.

because once you've had david lee roth, you gotta think they've only got one other option.

unless they jump the gun and go here,

let thy will be done.

how there can't be much advancement in that

now that white house press secretary scott mcclellan has "resigned", i wonder where he will go next.

i mean, for the last couple of years, he has stood in front of a pool of reporters and a whole nation and lied, decepted, played word games, practiced semantics and basically did everything he could to spin, spin, spin.

and everyone knew it.

it's in the job description, no matter the party.

so, whoever hires him is doing so knowing that they're basically hiring a professional liar and deceiver, skilled in the craft of double-speak.

so, basically, unhireable.

so i went to wikipedia to see what previous white house press secretaries did after "resigning".

ari fliescher opened up his own consulting firm. george stephanopoulos became a political analyst for abc news.

and, you know what, there really wasn't much for anyone else.

so good luck, scott, on your next life, whatever that may be. because whatever it is, i'm sure you won't give us a straight answer.

how i'm all slickified and spielbergified

i haven't shot anything in awhile. (editor's note: to anyone reading this who doesn't know the blogger, "i haven't shot anything in awhile" refers to shooting a short film with his camera, and not a quail hunting expedition with the vice president).

i have ideas that i've been developing, but with work and moving into a new apartment, well, i just haven't had the time or chance to be stable at anything in my life, much less the whole laborious process of shooting a short film, much less a great one.

but all it takes is a little sumthin' sumthin' to get me excited. and that sumthin' arrived in the mail today.

i hooked it up. i played. i'm gonna look like an idiot using it. i don't really care.

so now, with the ability of moving the camera while keeping it steady - and you have no idea how difficult that is - i'm now amped up to get a crew together and do something cool.

superfriggincool.

how there's no other discreet way to put this

i would like to give mad props to my little nephew for, well, as he so eloquently phrased it, "doing poopie in the potty".

you the man, nick.

you the man.

how it's an actual ad, so i have to post it

i know that "brokeback mountain" jokes and parodies are decidedly into "lame" status, but this is an actual banner ad for mlb.tv and, look, it speaks for itself.



i guess what i'm trying to say is that if a-rod and jeter want to spend some "buddy time" together in the mountains for a "fishing weekend", then by all means, go ahead. who are we to judge. just don't come back wearing a beard. the boss don't like beards. it's team policy.

how it's so ridiculous that it could very well be true

here's a prediction of the life of suri cruise in the year 2030.

poor kid.

also, i read somewhere that suri cruise, when said quickly, sounds like syracuse, which is where tom cruise was born. also, in that same article, it stated that anyone who reads that piece of information and posts it on their blog is a loser.

hey, wait.

okay, no more from me on this matter.

promise.

unless it's fantastic.

how to tally up my scorecard for the day

1 bus that broke down on me this morning
1 cable car that broke down on me about a half hour later
0 pianos that have yet to fall on my head

so the day is a success.

how this unfortunate sap needs to find another line of work

and that's because i'm reasonably sure you can get the real thing at probably the same price.

how it's been awhile

sorry i haven't posted in five days or so. been busy. after all, i am the decider.

here's a trough of stuff that i've been meaning to say or share.

1. the correct adjective to go before "unibrow" is "bitchin'".

2. these commercials for dr. jang and associates dentistry in san francisco are the best ads ever.

3. i've been listening more and more to pandora.com, which is a music project where they've categorized every song possible by a number of different categories. when you pick a song or artist to listen to, they'll not only play that song, but then it will also play other songs that are much like it. so basically, it recommends music to you once you tell it what you like. anyways, i have learned that it's better to type in a song than an artist. an artist can have variance in their work, but a song is stable. so i typed in "thunder road", and listened to "reason to believe" by rod stewart, "jealous guy" by gavin mcgrew, "man of the hour" by pearl jam, "another man's done gone" by billy bragg and wilco, and then "real good looking boy" by the who. oh yeah, great stuff. check it out.

4. last night's "american idol" was indeed fantastic. if this were a real contest based on ability, katharine, paris and chris would be heads and shoulders above the field. but, as we learned with ace advancing last week, that it's not about performance. kelly should go this week, but she's carried by the country-western vote. we'll see what happens. they don't have bucky around anymore to share her votes with. i bet she stays somehow and elliott loses. by the way, and i know i mentioned this before, but with each week, from stevie wonder to kenny rogers to queen to the great american songbook, it just blows me away how crappy today's music is. there's a complete lack of songmanship, craft, lyrical integrity and earnestness nowadays. it showed in the week when they performed songs from this decade. and it's even more glaring when we hear how other genres and artists from the past outshine today's music.

5. tomkat had a baby girl. can we now stop caring about this?

6. they named it suri. now that's funny.

7. "suri" are four letters found in "cruise". also found in "cruise"? "ruse".

8. bradgelina, the bar has been raised. for your child, i expect something unspellable.

9. during "24", there was an advertisement for a movie called "the sentinel" where keifer sutherland plays a special agent for the government. so jack bauer, who is best known for playing jack bauer, goes on the big screen to play jack bauer. that's as much of a stretch as rigor mortis.

10. by the way, is there anything more disgusting and incomprehensible than the movie to be released called "united 93", which is about 9/11? i don't know how long it takes to capitllize on a national tragedy, but i know it's too soon. way too soon. and if anyone thinks that hollywood is gonna handle this gently, understand that the only thing they'll handle like that is the money they rake in. just the thought of this film makes me vomit.

11. seven top generals criticize donald rumsfeld and the war, and bush couldn't care less. what more does this man have to say or do to be impeached? oh that's right. a blowjob. someone give this president a blowjob, stat!

how an ages old question is finally answered

mainly, what happens when you cross a ninja with a squadron of alcohol, tobacco and firearm agents?

it wasn't the outcome i thought it would be, actually.

how it's not a hallucination

it's 1 am. i just got home. i press "38" on my remote for espn. only "8" is inputed.

i get an infomercial.

john tesh is speaking about connie sellecca. and then teri garr is talking about connie sellecca.

are they selling connie sellecca? i didn't know she was for sale.

but then they're talking about how she's a perfectionist and she doesn't compromise, and then i heard the words "frankincense", "myrrh" and something called "sandalwood".

i hear the theme song from "the greatest american hero" tv show - believe it or not.

then tesh is back on, and he's talking about this product that connie selleca made. it's called the sellecca solution and it's a cream you put on your face that helps you in the fight against wrinkles.

oh, it's based on an ancient egyptian formula. she developed it from the ground up. it works, and she's willing to bet her reputation on it.

did i mention that this was developed by connie sellecca, star of, well, "the greatest american hero", a movie or tv series called "captain america" that i don't remember but imdb.com does, and the countless made-for-tv movies?

then again, who else would know about the dermotology of ancient egyptians? you? tom cruise? ancient egyptians? hieroglyphics?

no, only connie sellecca knows the secrets of ancient egyptians facial care. and she's sharing it with you for a low price of $9.99 if you call now with a major credit card handy.

it's a no-brainer.

awesome. what a late night treat.

how i'm #25

according to money magazine, being a writer is the 25th best job to have, based on growth, pay, stress-levels and other factors.

so eat some of that, biological scientist.

how the atlanta braves have jumped the shark

here's the atlanta braves' turner south commercial starring phil niekro, john smoltz, tim hudson, chipper jones and mc hammer.

wait...mc hammer.

is that right? isn't he from oakland? wasn't he famous when the braves weren't in first place? isn't atlanta the home of outkast and ludacris?

i love this. what a complete abberation.

this has gotta be the year.

how this website was long overdue

i'm talking about hotchickswithdouchebags.com.

it's fantastic and true on so many levels.

how we must all burn our childhoods

this is a great paragraph of truth from deadspin.com:

When we were kids, there were two baseball players we were instructed to pattern ourselves after, examples of how the game provided structure and organization and produced quality, upstanding gentlemen who were beacons of Good American Values to us all. One stood for hard work, hustle and dedication; the other represented dignity, earnestness and decency. The first was Pete Rose. The second was Steve Garvey. That worked out well.

how i assumed incorrectly

i was wrong.

your favorite neighborhood blogger posted about how the duke lacrosse team - by virtue of being a large collection of college jocks at a party - most likely did what they were accused of doing: raping a stripper. and i said that people might change, but never a large group of people.

but now, with some time-marked photos showing the stripper's state when she arrived to the party and DNA samples coming up negative, i was wrong.

and, guessing by the aftermath, so was the duke chancellor for cancelling the season and causing the duke lacrosse coach to quit. and also every single columnist who jumped to judgement. and duke students who turned their back on their fellow classmates. and everybody else who jumped on the bandwagon.

i just wonder how many of them will admit to it.

i'm betting it's one less than me.

well, at least i was wrong. i'm sorry.

how to relive the good ole days

here's a clip of the ninth inning of game six of the 1986 world series, when mookie wilson hit a groundball that went through bill buckner's legs.

did i mention that the whole video is played out in RBI baseball?

vin scully + rbi baseball + mets win = awesomeness.

how more thought has to go into song selection

in each ballpark during each major league baseball game, every home team player selects a song to be played while he walks up to the plate. it's a small and sublte jump into the mind and life of a professional ballplayer.

for example, chipper jones plays "crazy train" by ozzy osbourne, so you can assume that chipper's got a bit of a wild side to him.

mike piazza plays "tom sawyer" by rush, which could infer that mikey's into the classics - not only in music but also in life.

and ray durham of the san francisco giants plays "whup that trick" from the movie "hustle and flow".

which, if you ask me, is a great choice. i need to be comforted in knowing that ray durham approves of paying for prostitutes and then beating the crap out of them.

whup that trick, ray. whup that trick.

how commercialism has to be stopped

do you think that when stevie wonder wrote and recorded "signed, sealed, delivered", he was actually writing about the lincoln mercury signature sales event?

yet another great song soiled.

how to be a welcoming committee

welcome back, sunshine.

i can confidently speak for everyone here in san francisco in saying that we miss you. we know you're been up there, above the clouds, and we know you were doing your best to show yourself to us, you really were, but things just didn't work out. every single day.

but you're back now. stay awhile - like through november.

let us enjoy you.

your worshippers in the great city of san francisco.

how even the craziest of the crazy thinks george w. bush is crazy

my friend sarah at crazyvirgo posted a four-minute interview with san francisco local celebrity frank chiu.

here's a very quick bio on frank:

- he spends his days walking around san francisco with a picket sign, trying to find a protest line to join or making his own.

- his picket sign says - and it changes every day - something to the effect of, and i quote, "impeach clinton. 12 galaxies guiltied to altratonic rocket society". he usually changes the presidents - going all the way back to george washington. and altratonic is swapped out with other "words" ending in tronic. or tonic. or something else unintelligible.

- he believes that he and his family have been secretly videotaped for a tv show called "the richest family". he was told this by kgb agents disguised as space aliens. they also told him that there's been a conspiracy from the first president until now that has kept him and his family not only in the dark about the show but also from getting paid. don't argue about the chronology of it all. i know. it doesn't make sense. but it has to be true. nobody can make this up.

- he believes everyone has been brainwashed by our government. (actually, he might be on to something).

- he won "best san francisco protestor" in the san francisco bay guardian "best of the bay" issue of 2001.

- everybody in the city knows who he is.

and, in this amazing and unprecedented four-minute interview with him, this poor man takes time out of his busy and very important campaign to condemn our current president and his policy in iraq.

it's worth four minutes of your time.

it's more than classic.

it's classictonic.

how i should read more cafefully

because it's been out of mind and, until now, out of the way, i never really took advantage of trader joe's to buy organic foods. i have been there and i have shopped there and i do love everything they sell - and i trust them - but until recently, i just haven't gone much.

but it's not far from me now, so they've become my new grocery store.

i went there a couple of weeks ago and loaded up on fish and other good stuff. i even bought some chicken nuggets, which i decided to make for dinner tonight.

but i noticed something when i opened the package. it's actually chickenless nuggets made from soy.

oh.

well, i'm adventurous and open-minded about these things. plus, i can't return it. so i heated up the oven, placed the nuggets on a baking tray and let it cook for 8-10 minutes.

to hedge my bets, however, i quickly made some honey mustard (real easy: melted butter + honey + dijon mustard) so even if the chickenless nuggets sucked, i could mask it and try to fool my palette.

didn't work. horrible.

and it's not the soyken nugget's fault. i love chicken. i love all meats. that is who i am. soy does not jive with me.

i am a meatarian.

hear me grill.

how it just doesn't make any sense anymore

here's an excerpt from yet another random junk e-mail i received. i love the property name.

Hi STEVE,
We are contacting you regarding your property 64 JEWBAGEL RD. in TRUMBULL, CT 06611.

so, of course, i mapquested 64 jewbagel road. i mean, how could i not?

as it may come to no surprise, there is no jewbagel road in trumbull. in fact, i googled it, and there doesn't seem to be a jewbagel road in the entire united states.

could you imagine if there were? the possibilities are endless. would all the houses look like klu klux klan hoods? would it lead to guineabastard way? or irishdrunk avenue? there are many questions that would need to be answered.

but there are not.

until that day.

how you don't mess with jack bauer

here's 100 reasons why. and they're just as hilarious as why you don't mess with chuck norris.

here are some of my favorites:

On a high school math test, Jack Bauer put down "Violence" as every one of the answers. He got an A+ on the test because Jack Bauer solves all his problems with Violence.

Jack Bauer once won a game of Connect 4 in 3 moves.

1.6 billion Chinese are angry with Jack Bauer. Sounds like a fair fight.

Jack Bauer once forgot where he put his keys. He then spent the next half-hour torturing himself until he gave up the location of the keys.

how it's hard to decide which item is more ridiculous

it's shit like this from hollywood that makes you realize how completely insane that world really is.

anyways, you decide. from imdb.com:

item #1:
Actress Heather Locklear is reportedly dating funnyman David Spade as she attempts to move on from her broken marriage to Bon Jovi rocker Richie Sambora. The former Spin City star announced her plans to split for good from Sambora in February after 11 years of marriage and now Us Weekly is reporting she is dating Joe Dirt star and comedian Spade. The magazine reports the couple was spotted kissing while hanging out with friends in West Hollywood, and are thought to have met through their mutual manager.

item #2:
Tom Cruise has hit out at reports he has bought an adult pacifier to keep fiancee Katie Holmes quiet during childbirth. The heavily pregnant actress plans to adhere to strict Scientology rules and give birth without screaming, crying or making loud noises, and Star magazine insisted Cruise would help by providing a specially designed device to bite. A source tell the magazine, "He commissioned an adult-sized 'binky' for her to clench between her teeth, hoping that it'll squelch her screams. In keeping with a Scientology silent birth, Tom is prepared to do whatever it takes to muffle Katie's moans and groans during the delivery." Cruise's publicist Arnold Robinson has dismissed the reports as nonsense. On Tuesday fellow Scientologist John Travolta lent his support to the controversial birth plans.

how trey parker and matt stone are on a roll

three episodes this season.

the first ripping apart scientology.
the second ripping apart san francisco hippies.
and the third ripping apart the lunacy of the mohammed comic strip and "family guy".

thank god that comedy central leaves these guys alone to do their brilliance.

how it couldn't last

after a whole month of nobody talking on their cellphones in a public place (actually, that's not true; on the 1-california a week ago, ii had a 452-year-old chinese woman sitting next to me jabber on and on in chinese), tonight i finally had another perpertrator.

score.

and, as usual, when you take a private conversation public, i make it publicer.

how i weep for a lonely future

if marshall and kim can't make it, then who among us can?

let's face it. there's no hope for the rest of us.

how at some point there needs to be a little humility in durham

fresh off my scathing indictment of coach k and his shilling prowess, i am completely engrossed by the alleged rape of a black stripper by duke lacrosse players. knowing college parties and collge athletes and the incindiary chaos that occurs when those two things collide, well, you hate to say "guilty" right off the bat, but i don't need to see air to know it exists.

most people don't change. and large groups of people never do.

anyways, each day, the story gets richer - like today's item. and i don't know what's more nauseating: the e-mail that the duke lacrosse player wrote, or the defense by his lawyer.

in case you didn't read it, here's an excerpt of the e-mail, from cnn.com:
In the e-mail, addressed "To whom it may concern," the player says he has "decided to have some strippers over" to his dorm room, "however there will be no nudity...I plan on killing the bitches as soon as the walk in and proceding to cut their skin off," the author of the e-mail says, adding in vulgar terms that he would find the act sexually satisfying. The e-mail was signed with what police said is the player's jersey number.

and here's the defense:
"While the language of the e-mail is vile, the e-mail itself is perfectly consistent with the boys' unequivocal assertion that no sexual assault took place that evening," said attorney Robert Ekstrand. The e-mail "demonstrates that its writer is completely unaware that any act or event remotely similar to what has been alleged ever occurred."

really? is that the reailty of this situation? he didn't want to rape her, but instead, he wanted to kill her and skin her? and that makes it better? that justifies everything?

jesus christ, aren't there things in the world that aren't spinnable?

and if you spin it way too much, what form of bullshit does it take?

because whatever form that is, well, that's what we're hearing.

how they had to realize this before they released the product

cherry chill eclipse gum is the robitussin of the gum world.

i say that because it tastes exactly like robitussin.

that's not exatly a ringing endorsement - unless robitussin is your methodone. and if it is, you're probably hallucinating about climbing the empire state building while wearing plungers and goggles. which means you're not reading this website, even though that person is my muse.

maybe wrigley's only employs people who are immune to head colds.

what does spearmint eclipse gum taste like? daytime nyquil?

how i feel safer today

some idiot from the department of homeland security was just arrested on 23 charges of attempting to seduce a 14-year-old. the amazing thing about this story is not only that he told her who he was and gave her his home and work number, not that he also sent her pornographic material and had explicit sexual conversations with her over the phone, but that he must have gone through this thinking he wouldn't have gotten caught - which makes me think so much less about homeland security.

but he was wrong. and that's the only thing about this story that comforts me, that somewhere out there, there are people being paid to protect us from people being paid to protect us.

how i'm getting sick of some people

i like duke basketball. there, i said it. i'm also a jeff gordon fan in nascar, so you could say that i've got a soft spot for the hated. but i gotta tell you, each time i see coach krzyzewski in a commercial, i like duke basketball less.

the spots just seem so pandering, so self-uplifting, so arrogant, that it justifies everything people hate about duke - and the person that most exemplifies them.

which means that if i see another american express or chrysler commercial with coach k, i might swallow my vomit.

and while i'm on the subject of swallowing my vomit, there is no worse ad out there than the pepsi spot with jimmy fallon and parker posey dancing. i expect this crap from jimmy fallon, who i found funny only at the lowest common denominator. and this spot is the lowest common denominator.

but parker posey? she's the queen of the indies. she was in "dazed and confused" and "party girl" and "kicking and screaming" (the one without will ferrell) and "basquiat" and "the house of yes", and although she's been in crap recently, she's not crap.

or maybe she is. crap tends to cling to crap.

parker, come back to us.

how there are benefits to rainy days

sequence of events this morning as i'm getting off the bus:

1. watch woman walking in front of me step off bus.
2. watch her get rained on.
3. watch her take umbrella out from under her arm.
4. watch her press button to open.
5. watch the umbrella part blast off into the crowd like a rocket launcher.
6. me laugh.

how it might be too early

but, after his 4-4 debut with the new york mets, i'd say that xavier nady is the front runner for the national league most valuable player award.

why days like this are special

this article was forwarded to me by my dad, and it could not be any truer.

play ball.

how monday night's gonna be interesting

there really isn't much difference between ucla and florida.

they're both young.
they've both got active bigs.
their guards take care of the ball.
they both D up like mad.

in fact, they're basically mirror images of each other, but with two big differences:

1. if florida hits the three - or rather, if lee humphrey hits the three - they're gonna win. but that involves humphrey getting open and his body squared up. and, as we've seen through five games so far, ucla does not let that happen.

advantage: ucla.

2. ucla's bigs were able to give lsu's bigs problems because they were so much longer than them. but that isn't gonna be the case against florida. and ryan hollins' knee injury is really gonna hamper him in dealing with joakim noah.

advantage: florida.

honestly, they couldn't have paired up two more even teams.

with that being said, my brain says ucla.

but my gut says florida.

if i had to pick one, i'd go with my brain. but my gut puts up a very persuasive argument.

how to look forward to the next seven months

here's 25 reasons: pedro, glavine, trachsel, bannister and zambrano. also, there's feliciano, bradford, sanchez, julio, heilman and wagner. and then there's reyes, loduca, beltran, delgado, wright, floyd, nady and hernandez. plus diaz, chavez, woodward, castro, valentin and franco.

or, in three easy words: let's go mets.

how when it rains, it keeps on raining

san francisco just toppled a 102 year old city record for total rainfall in the month of march.

congrats.

how indianapolis should put this in every network contract

the one big takeaway i've had from the final four is that if the host city looks like this from an aerial view, then you should probably eliminate the aerial view.

how this might never be topped

one of the great websites out there is rottentomatoes.com, which compiles reviews for every movie that premieres and then rates it either fresh or rotten. basically, if 60% of the reviews are positive, it's considered fresh.

"basic instinct 2" just earned a rotten score that was, i shit you not, 6% fresh.

so that means 6% of the critics who saw it liked it.

ladies and gentlemen, that's borderline impossible.

please consider that many critics aren't critics at all; they're just handsomely influenced hacks endowed by the major studios. basically, they get paid to say nice things. they have not a critical bone in their bodies. it takes a major crapbomb of monumental proportions for them not to like it.

once again, "basic instinct 2". six percent fresh.

which means it just made my must-see list, just for the sheer curiosity of watching something completely horrible.

how it's been a while since i last posted

blame it on a 75-hour work week (and counting) and a still miserable ankle.

it's a good thing i remembered everything i wanted to share. okay, here goes them:

first off, welcome back johnny luxury and his guide to awesome living. your stewardship was sorely missed. kinda

also, welcome tracy and her blog - "how i died today" - which is so goddamn funny that i almost died today.

you know that idea that every guy in the world has had at one time or the other? someone actually physically did it.

here's chuck klosterman's review of axl rose's long-awaited "chinese democracy". and yes, i know.

this article made me metaphorically weep, but then again, it couldn't have ended any better, so que sera sera.

i just watched her latest video, and britney spears has really let herself go.

somewhere up there, jesus shakes his head and vows to tighten his employment qualifications.

and, speaking of, i'm gonna end it on a great line from "real time with bill maher" last night - "the only thing george w. bush has in common with jesus is that they both followed into their father's business and were crucified for it."

fantastic.

how life should be this easy

because if it were, there'd be no use for lawyers.

seriously, this is fantastic and insane.

god bless other countries and cultures.

how there's no mystery to the way my life works

every morning i wake up at 6:47am with hopes of going on a run. you see, i like running so much that i actually wake up early for it. anyways, it's our winter, which means it rains every night, which means i usually wake to overcast skies.

i usually debate for a moment: how ominous is that dark cloud? are the streets newly wet? can i see any breakage in the sky?

with little time to spare, i usually go with my gut, and it's 50/50. sometimes i run and i get poured on. sometimes i run and ten minutes later it's beautiful outside. sometimes i go back to bed and i regret it later - or not. those are the breaks.

this weekend, during a run, i severely sprained my ankle, pulled my hamstring, wrenched my knee and jammed my shoulder when i catapulted into the sky and then head first into the pavement after hitting a lift in the sidewalk at full speed.

i feel like i've falled down the steps of the statue of liberty.

needless to say, i ain't running, at least for a week, which means there's no early morning debates.

but there wouldn't have been anyways. it's gorgeous outside.

yep, the one day i can't run, the sky is perfect. and i'm sure it'll be the same way the whole week.

isn't it funny how life always works that way.

always.

never fails.

how this is completely insane

this is from espn.com about their tournament challenge:

More than 1.5 million people participated and of the more than 3 million entries submitted only four -- that's right, four -- picked a Final Four including Florida, George Mason, LSU and UCLA before the tournament started.

i have three brackets filled out and none of those teams in any of them.

and i watch a ton of college basketball.

which makes me wonder about the three people who picked george mason over uconn.

how you can get lost in the brilliance

as great as last night's "sopranos" episode was - and how mesmerizing and engaging that scene outside the family reunion was, how we were all pining for tony - what can easily get lost is how great of an actress edie falco is.

especially the scene with dr. melfi. if you get a chance to watch it again, just check out how vulnerable she sits in the chair, feet pointing inward, shoulders slumped, as compact as possible. it's a subtle thing. but it's a big thing.

the point is, beyond how fantastic the writing and directing and acting has been this season - and it's never been higher - she's been the brightest of all the stars.

and that's saying something deep.

how it was justice served

there probably never has been a greater upset in college basketball than george mason defeating uconn to get into the final four. and, before anyone writes in, please keep in mind that villanova was a big east team defeating georgetown in 85, and nc state was and is an acc team when they won the championship. it was unlikely that they would win, but it could have been imagined

george mason plays in the tiny colonial athletic association playing the top team in the country with at least four probable nba players.

yeah, it's the biggest college basketball upset ever - especially with the stakes.

and what makes it even that much greater isn't that they beat michigan state and north carolina on the way - even though that's remarkable in itself, because that means beating tom izzo and roy williams along with jim calhoun (and mark turgeon from wichita state). or that there was much debate about them being in the tournament in the first place.

it was great because it was justice served.

behold uconn coach jim calhoun, long renowned for not being the most ethical couch in the business - from rumored misdoings in the recruiting of caron butler years ago to him stealing doug wiggins from st. john's this year. and it only stoked the fires this season when he allowed convicted thief marcus williams to rejoin the basketball team while his cohort, backup point guard a.j. price, was suspended for the whole year. all-american guard allowed to return, backup guard suspended. yeah, squint your eyes however you want, but it sure looks like he blackmailed ethics for a chance at a championship.

and he lost in the biggest upset ever.

of course, he'll probably throw his players under the bus for this. and he'll probably bitch about the refereeing. and he's already complained about how the #11 seed george mason, from the tiny CAA, was given an unfair homecourt advantage when his team and program has every advantage imaginable.

i loved every minute of it.

and i know i wasn't alone.

how they can adapt anything

i love it that literature is now being adapted into the world of porn.

check out this dvd review of, i crap you not, "the da vinci load".

and considering how terribly written that novel was, i don't think the dialogue took much of a hit.

honestly, it's the funniest writing i've read in years.

how it's the most wonderful time of the year

tonight's march madness was beyond fantastic - especially the final two games.

consider the ending of texas-west virginia, with kevin pittsnogle nailing a deep three to tie it with five seconds left, only to have kenton paulino nail another three at the buzzer to win the game and advance to the elite eight.

and then consider the ending of ucla-gonzaga, with ucla fighting back from a 17-point difference and finally taking the lead for good with ten seconds left off an amazing steal and layup in the backcourt.

then consider pittsnogle from west virginia crying in his jersey, and then adam morrison from gonzaga writhing on the court in agony over the toughest of losses. all while the victors celebrated like children on christmas.

then consider those two endings happened within ten minutes of each other.

then consider it's an hour later since they ended and i'm still amped up.

yes, it's the most wonderful time of the year.

how it's time to pull for the lsu tigers

i think i'm pulling for LSU. i'm surprised nobody else is.

rather, i think i know why.

it's amazing how quickly we've forgotten about the destruction from katrina, and how there are people still struggling to survive down there. i mean, it's not as important as the whole brangelina thing, but it's serious stuff that really doesn't get any airplay anymore.

what's the lifeline for a story like that anyways? three months? is that enough to care?

anyways, i'm pulling for LSU. rather, i'm pulling for LSU to win and giving people in that state to have something to celebrate. for giving them a little hope. for giving them a smile and a reason to get drunk and show some.

geaux tigers.

how i wish i had a camera on me

during my run this morning on the beautiful lake street, i saw a row of cars with flyers stuck underneath their windshields.

but they weren't flyers.

they said, and i quote, "you don't live in the projects anymore, so don't park like you do".

then, underneath it, it said in different handwriting, paraphrasing, "someone put this on my car so i photocopied it and put it all over the neighborhood to show how obnoxious people can be".

wow. awesome. nothing like early morning passive-aggressive racism and proactive rebuttals to get me going.

how there's no cause for alarm

we should ignore this article about how the polar caps are melting and how the oceans will rise and how giant glaciers the size of manhattan might soon be coming our way.

after all, jesus will save us.

how many times can i say that trey parker and matt stone are my idols

first, they did the fantastic "trapped in the closet" episode where they ripped apart scientology.

and then five days ago, after isaac hayes leaves the cast and tom cruise pulls the episode from the network, they issue a statement mocking scientology in their own special way.

and then, tonight, in their season premiere, they rip apart scientology again, calling it "a fruity little club" under the name of "the super adventurer club" that practices brainwashing and pedophilia.

is there anything they won't do?

hope not.

god bless them.

how to solve a problem

ever since i started everyonehearsyou.com, amazingly there have been zero cell phone calls in my general vicinity.

so the website suffers, but the bus ride grows pleasant.

consider the website to be a lucky talisman.

how this won't draw men to a women's game

remember when finally one of your friends could dunk a basketball, and it was a big deal, and when it happened, the word got around and before you know it, that friend were dunking for everyone? i remember when i saw one of my teammates dunked when i was a freshman in high school, and then i remember when i dunked a year later or so - and it was a big deal for my non-basketball playing friends.

well, the reason i'm bringing this up is because it really wasn't a big deal.

that's why the more i hear about candace parker dunking in a game, the more i don't understand why it's a big deal. she's 6'4" and she plays for tennessee and the dunk was crappy. i'm a 5'11" white guy. hers looked much like one of mine.

that's a guy's point of view. when it's exciting for someone 6'4" to dunk, then it doesn't say much for the rest of the game. it's highlighting something you can see in any playground at any time.

which brings me to the point of this post (finally): judging by the media buy and the tone of their ads, women's basketball seems to be targeting men, trying to get a new audience to watch their game, a more corporate audience.

i think the dunk hurts the effort.

there's much to like about women's basketball - mostly about how it's a great role model for young girls everywhere, the fundamental play, the teamwork, etc. those are their strengths, the things it has over the nba. that's how it should be marketed.

you're not going to a women's game to see candace parker barely dunk. it's a big deal for women and young girls everywhere. but it ain't bringing any men to the game.

it's just the more it's pointed up, the more you realize how unspectacular it is, which means that the more you compare it, the lesser it seems.

i think, if you're gonna talk to men, you gotta point out that she had 26 points in 26 minutes, and added five rebounds, a career-high seven assists, four blocks and two steals.

now that is impressive to anyone.

how you don't have to be an expert to be given a microphone

while on my morning run, i listened to the radio telecast of the duke-george washington second round basketball game. analyst larry conley "broke down" what the teams needed to do in order to win.

for george washington, he said, and i quote, "they need to contain the two all-americans, redick and williams".

gee, thanks larry. i never would have guessed that to be a key to the game. of course. that's all they need to do, and it sounds so easy. someone alert the gw colonials and give them the gameplan.

oh, exactly how do you contain the two all-americans? well, you can't expect larry conley to tell you that. why would he? he's only a well-paid basketball radio analyst. it's only his job.

god forbid he said something like "with gw's forwards having a distinct athletic advantage over duke's forwards, it would behoove them to draw williams away from the paint and force him to guard them on the perimeter, where he is uncomfortable. they might get him in foul trouble that way. as for redick, you're gonna have to be physical with him, and gw has the luxury of having interchangeable big and athletic wings to bother redick, to give him different looks. of course, all this is easier said than done, but it's a good path for gw to tread."

instead, we got "they need to contain the two all-americans, redick and williams".

friggin idiot.

is there any analyst who actually knows what they're talking about?

anyone?

how i picked northwestern state over iowa

this post could also be titled "how i am a liar".

how she's mine, all mine

just got this very personal e-mail from a russian princess:

Halo. My name is Svetlana. I want meet kind nice man. I like USA mens and europe's also canada's. I am study englisch in school. I am 25, and have blonde hair. I am looking for nice man's for friendships. Maybe to visit one day. Please say halo to my email svetlana@uwitetome.info with hope we talk soon...

i'm one lucky man.

how to do it the right way

a couple of months ago, "south park" creators trey parker and matt stone made a hilarious destruction of scientology that involved tom cruise and john travolta trapped in a closet and basically crapping on every single tenet of their religion. the aftermath resulted in isaac hayes leaving the cast and tom cruise threatening to pull any advertising from his summer movie from the channel if they ever played that episode again. so, of course, comedy central caved and pulled the episode, scheduled to have aired this past wednesday.

which left trey and matt to take matters in their own hands, which they did, in this letter from their lawyers:

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

So, Scientology, you may have won THIS battle, but the million-year war for earth has just begun! Temporarily anozinizing our episode will NOT stop us from keeping Thetans forever trapped in your pitiful man-bodies. Curses and drat! You have obstructed us for now, but your feeble bid to save humanity will fail! Hail Xenu!!!

-Trey Parker and Matt Stone, servants of the dark lord Xenu

i love these guys.

how classy never takes a break

another classy article from the staten island advance.

A Rossville man who believed his 9-year-old daughter was getting short shrift from her teacher made a bomb threat against her school, authorities said yesterday.

Robert Stanley, 47, of Lucille Avenue, was arrested Tuesday night during the science fair at PS 56.

In a heated telephone conversation with a school secretary Tuesday afternoon, Stanley identified himself and said he was "coming there to blow the school up," according to police.

At the science fair, school safety officers pointed out Stanley to police. He was charged with one count of aggravated harassment and two counts of making a false report, charges that could land him behind bars for four years.

Stanley contended that he was just venting his spleen over the telephone.

At his arraignment yesterday afternoon in Stapleton Criminal Court, he bowed his head and folded his hands behind his back as lawyer Henry Martuscello of Manhattan read a statement in which his client admitted he "did something stupid and never meant to carry out the threat."

"He called the school because he felt his daughter was not being helped," Martuscello said. "This is really a stupid case."

brilliant stuff. really brilliant.

keep it classy, staten island.

how i'm gonna leave a message and hope for the best

my old boss, michael wilde, is on the verge of hitting it big with his incredibly strange short film that's getting accolades wherever it shows.

that's great news, considering michael's one of the great guys around.

how this would have been better if they painted marty feldman in "young frankenstein"

how i'm blaming bush for this one too

i think bush signed into law under the patriot's act that every 70's classic television show must be made into a crappy film. in his own way, he's keeping the country safe from good ideas.

btw, to segue from president bush to president logan, i'm still waiting for jack bauer to either eat or shit on an episode of "24". my buddy lawson thinks it would make good ad sense for jack to eat a powerbar while driving around. but that doesn't solve the no shitting problem.

for me, i think it would be great if he shit in his hand and threw his feces monkeystyle at the terrorists while yelling - calmly yet sternly - "code 2 brown. code 2 brown!" and chloe says "jack, you can't" and jack said, "dammit, chloe, i said code 2 brown!' and chloe says "ugh, alright" and then typed something, probably "i can't believe jack did a code 2 brown. i told him not to but he did so anyways. ugh!" and then the episode would end in an impossible situation.

but that's just me.

how i've felt the past couple of weeks

considering that i've moved out and then moved in and then started my dream freelance gig and then working late hours and trying to impress my creative directors and then trying to find time to unpack and then dealing with my ongoing situation with my cable company and getting my taxes done and on and on and on and, well, this sums it all up perfectly.



thanks paal, for this disgusting metaphorical image of my life.

how they could have been true to themselves, but instead they screwed the pooch

during my run today, i was listening to sports radio (as i usually do), and there was a spot for pontiac that came on. as with most car commercials, it was quickly forgettable, just white noise, until the very end where, instead of saying "go to pontiac.com", the voiceover said "google pontiac for more information".

google pontiac.

and i thought, how cool is that? what a cool way to advertise yourself. google's damn smart. they have no advertising on their site, and their own advertising is purely done in the context it's used. google pontiac. brilliant brilliant stuff.

i felt great about a company i already feel great about.

a pontiac commercial came on while i was watching college hoops today. again, it's the usual car crap that does little to differentiate one brand from the other. at the end they did the same thing- "google pontiac for more information" but on the screen, there was the google page with the word "pontiac" in the search bar.

and i thought, wow, they screwed the pooch with that.

if they didn't put the google page in there, it would have been great. it would have been so true to google as a brand - unassuming, conversational, anti-advertising. but they didn't, and that google page reminded people that they paid to have a corporate tie-in with pontiac. it's a small thing, but it's a big thing. that page makes google seem like an entity. without it, and they're that cool search engine that even pontiac uses.

'tis a shame. they weren't true to themselves..

come to think of is, they've been making a habit of not being true to themselves.

how i'm taking my biggest stance ever

i had this idea.

i was on the bus today, sitting next to a woman who talked on her cellphone the whole damn way. she was loud, and she really didn't say anything important. it was just small talk with a friend that everyone on the bus had the priviledge of listening to.

i got pissed off.

usually, whenever something like this happens, i do play-by-play about her conversation with the stranger sitting next to me. but she was sitting next to me. i had nobody to talk to.

besides, that's not enough. i decided that i needed to make a stand, passive aggressively.

so, tonight, i started another blog: everyonehearsyou.com (actually everyonehearsyou.eponym.com, but that doesn't flow).

here's my idea: every time i hear someone talk on the cellphone, i write about their conversation and even offer my insights. i think it would be very funny. besides, they're making their personal calls public. why shouldn't i make them even more public?

then i got to thinking: why don't i invite my friends from around the country to join me? you know, make this a collective of angry people looking to take a stand with me.

so, as people get more and more obnoxious with their public displays of private conversations, we'll get even more obnoxious with our reviews of them.

i think it's come down to this, and we're ready.

enjoy.

and don't be scared. the steveohville speakeasy is still open, moreso than ever.

but there's also room in this world for everyone hears you.

how it friggin' snowed tonight

okay, it didn't snow by me. but it snowed at twin peaks and other areas 500 feet above sea level.

don't believe me? check this and this and this out from sfgate.com.

this was not in the brochure.

goddamn it, this is california, and i will not stand for this.

i go to snow. snow does not come to me.

this is unacceptable.

how i love this city, but...

as i went for my run this morning, i listened to KNBR sports radio as murph and mac talked with mark fainaru-wada, co-author of the book about barry bonds' descent into the steroid scandal. and fainaru-wada explained how they got all this information and how it all came about and made a very clear and precise case - one that just cemented what we already suspected.

and then the callers came.

they'd been calling all morning, and brian murphy noted that about 98% of them were in defense of bonds.

i'll repeat that: 98% of the calls were in defense of bonds.

here were their arguments:

- where is the proof? well, when you take a steroid which is undetectable, there won't be any proof. mlb wasn't testing for the things he was taking. he did mention that in 2004, bonds did have an extremely high count of testosterone. but san franciscans need the actual physical urine when they should be asking for blood samples.

- why wasn't he picking on mcgwire and sosa? well, they wound up investigating bonds when the balco story was unearthed because there was so much more about bonds' use than anyone else's. whereas mcgwire took a steroid (andro), bonds took a ton of them. that's where the intrigue was. san franciscans didn't buy that one either. they think it's a vendetta.

- how can you rely on his ex-girlfriend for information? well, they didn't use her as the only informant, but she wound up corroborating everything they found out independently. she's one of countless others that they talked to and quadruple checked with. you guessed it, san franciscans didn't buy that one either. after all, she's just a dirty bitch looking to get some money and revenge.

- how can you say bonds was jealous of mcgwire when bonds beat mcgwire in a home run derby the year before? yep, that was an argument.

i'll let that one just linger by itself.

it really struck me how, for the most liberal-thinking city in the world, when it comes to a supernaturally swollen man in a giants uniform who launches home runs into a bay, everyone quickly becomes closeminded.

how i think i'm falling

in love with advertising again.

this was posted at 9:09pm on a tuesday night in the middle of writing three pages full of headlines in an effort to find one really good one.

how kirby and barry have so little in common

it's very ironic how kirby puckett died the day before barry bonds' legacy did.

they could not be any more dissimilar.

puckett was a butterball, a bowling ball in cleats, but it didn't matter because no matter what shape he took, he was one of the greatest ballplayers we ever saw - and we all knew that. there wasn't a doubt. and here's the thing: he knew that too, and he embraced it. and there's no question to his legacy now or then. although his career was cut short, his status will never.

barry has always been a hall of famer. before 1998, there was no doubt to his legacy. he was one of the greatest ballplayers we ever saw - and again, we all knew that. unquestionably. but here's the thing about barry: he didn't. he did not. if he did, he would not have taken steroids and go for the biggest accolade in the sport. he not have chased immortality. and he did it, and we cheered, but we knew. we all knew. and now, now that it's all plotted out before us, his legacy, once impeccable, is now tarnished.

buster olney at espn.com just wrote this amazing article about what could have been with barry. and he's so right about that. it was his choice, and he blew it.

god, did he blow it.

how to be at a complete loss

the two hours i just spent in front of my television watching "24" were the most amazing two hours of television i've ever spent watching.

just incredible, incredible, incredible drama, and i am humbled at how i could never, ever make something as compelling and emotional and exciting like that.

but at least a new bar has been set high.

how i guess hollywood knew how to quit "brokeback mountain"

i'm gonna be honest: i'm shocked that "crash" won for best picture. i thought it was a better picture than "brokeback", but wow. i loved hearing the surprise in jack nicholson's voice when he announced it too.

here's what i liked about the oscars:

1. jon stewart ripping on the crowd, and then cutting to them and nobody's laughing. is there a bigger collection of people anywhere that's as full of themselves as a hollywood awards show?

2. his jokes about cheney shooting bjork and how the oscars is the only time hollywood votes for a winner.

3. hollywood recognizing the difficulties in being a pimp. and i don't know who the 3-6 mafia is, but i like them. jon stewart's right; that's how you should accept an oscar, with that much joy and energy.

4. george clooney is the coolest and most down-to-earth guy in hollywood. good for him.

5. i think that american express commercial with m. night shamalayan is the best thing he's done since "the sixth sense" - but that's not exactly setting a high bar.

6. god, i hate saying this, but i thought ben stiller was hysterical in his green leotard.

7. in the opening skit, the creepy way david letterman said he wanted to spend more time with steve martin's kids.

8. lily tomlin and meryl streep talking over each other when they introduced robert altman. that was great stuff.

9. jessica alba.

otherwise, it's your usual self-inflating and boring awards show, just like every other year.

nothing beats patting yourself on the back and televising it, and then giving everyone who attends a $110,000 goodie bag.

how i have the best nephew in the world

happy 3rd birthday, nicky.

miss you, buddy.

how i chuckled

a beautiful young blonde woman was so depressed over her failed broadway acting career that she decided to end her life by throwing herself into the ocean. but just before she could throw herself from the docks, a handsome young sailor stopped her.

"you have so much to live for," said the sailor. "look, i'm off to europe tomorrow and I can stow you away on my ship. i’ll take care of you, bring you food every day, and keep you happy."

with nothing to lose, combined with the fact that she had always wanted to go to europe, the woman accepted. that night the sailor took her aboard and hid her in a lifeboat. from then on, every night he would take her three sandwiches, and then he would make love to her until dawn.

three weeks later she was discovered by the captain during a routine inspection. "what are you doing here?" asked the captain.

"i have an arrangement with one of the sailors," she replied. "he brings me food and i get a free trip to europe."

"i see," the captain says.

"plus," she adds, "he’s screwing me."

"he certainly is," replied the captain. "this is the staten island ferry."

how to make oscar predictions

here's my take on the oscars, the one night where hollywood takse their already skyrocketed pretentiousness to new levels. and i think jon stewart's gonna take advantage of that. he's got the best comedy writers in the business and, god knows, hollywood leaves itself wide open for mockery. i mean, he's not gonna be as scathing as chris rock, but he won't be as pussywhipped as billy crystal either.

maybe he'll go old school and say, "keanu, calista. calista, keanu".

okay, now for the statues.

"brokeback mountain" will be named best picture. i thought it was "good night and good luck", but all five were good choices. there's no losers here. no losers.

ang lee will be named best director, and there's no doubt about that in my mind. watch that movie for a lesson in simplicity and saying everything by saying nothing and, most importantly, the power and frailties of restraint. ang lee captured all of that with beauty to spare.

reese witherspoon was a better june carter than june carter. she should and will win best actress, and that's long overdue. she's the best actress we've got. she'll cry.

speaking of long overdue, philip seymour hoffman's gonna win for "capote", and it's great that one of my favorite actors is gonna get some hardware to prove it. he completely creeped me out - even more so than heath ledger and jake gyllenhall. hoffman is that good. and he'll ramble on during his speech about how actors should support each other and blah blah blah. i pray he does it in the capote voice just to give everyone the creeps.

i didn't see most of the best supporting actors and actresses, so i'm gonna leave those blank. i heard rachel weisz and george clooney. i thought matt dillon was great in "crash". terrence howard was great in "crash", but he wasn't nominated.

ans that brings me to what i will wish for and pray for - i'm really feeling that "it's hard out there for a pimp " from "hustle and flow" wins for best song. i posted about how much i dug that movie, and i gotta say that i've had that song in my head for the past couple of weeks now. terrence howard completely nailed it, and the whole song is absolutely infectious. go ahead. watch the movie and try getting it out of your head. go ahead. dare ya.

other predictions: lindsay lohan will be out of her mind and out of her clothes by midnight. paris hilton will make a complete ass of herself between her second and third parties. and hilary swank will forget the name of her ex-husband again.

bank it.

how vending machines at a bowling alley are your friends

in case you're wondering, F7 and F9 are tube socks.

yep, right next to mrs. field's cookies.

where they should be.

how the overdone has to end

the new york times recently called for the end of "brokeback mountain" parodies. i agree. it's been way too much.

so, before the deadline hits at midnight tonight, i give you "point brokeback", starring keanu reeves and patrick swayze.

how all my online petitioning must have worked - or how the world can't go on without its favorite analrapist

i just got a tip from my friend croz at the crosby report of a rumor that showtime has just picked up 26 episodes of "arrested development". oh lord, please make it true.

this will make my year, not counting the day my niece is born.

how it all makes sense now - or does it?

here's a list of modern-day salaries for the jobs of prominent tv characters, which is possibly one of the most intriguing lists ever - just for the fact that homer simpson would make $65,000 a year.

mmmm. $65,000. arrrggghh.

how "clap your hands say yeah" needs to move over

because these guys have the best band name ever.

ever.

how i wish i knew who to attribute this to

but i was listening to talk radio on sirius while unpacking, and someone said that our current administration "never misses an opportunity to miss an opportunity".

i just thought that statement was about as spot on as you'll ever hear.

how that's not a good trade under any circumstances

this is what the world baseball classic is coming to:

mets closer billy wagner and indians ace c.c. Sabathia withdrew wednesday from the american roster for the wbc.

they were replaced by nationals unknown gary majewski and washed-up yankee al leiter.

play ball!

how it's difficult to understand the experts

the baseball hall of fame recently announced their final inductees of negro league ballplayers, and buck o'neil was not one of them. and that is just completely amazing.

beyond spending fifty years in the game, beyond being the first black to coach in the major leagues, beyond getting the negro leagues museum up and running, beyond arguing tirelessly for getting negro leaguers to be inducted into the hall of fame, beyond playing and managing for half his life, beyond discovering lou brock and ernie banks as a ascout, and beyond being the voice and face of negro league baseball from his amazing storytelling on ken burns' "baseball" documentary, the experts didn't vote him in.

if not buck o'neil, then how can you vote in anyone else?

you would think that news like that would be devastating to a 94-year-old man.

think again.

"God's been good to me. You can see that, can't you? It didn't happen. They didn't think Buck was good enough to be in the Hall of Fame. That's the way they thought about it and that's the way it is, so we're going to live with that. Now, if I'm a hall-of-famer for you, that's all right with me. Just keep loving old Buck.

"Don't shed any tears 'cause I'm not going to the Hall of Fame.''

"You think about this,'' he said. "Here I am, the grandson of a slave. And here the whole world was excited about whether I was going into the Hall of Fame or not. We've come a long ways. Before, we never even thought about anything like that. America, you've really grown and you're still growing.''

he also said that he would be honored to give a speech for all the deceased members of the hall of fame class.

you know, buck o'neil doesn't need the baseball hall of fame.

it doesn't deserve someone of his caliber.

how you can't fool anybody all of the time

here's an article by new york daily news sportswriter dick weiss.

except don't read the article. just look at the picture of dick weiss on the left.

awesome.

how you don't realize

how prevalent this is until you live and work in an area like that.

seriously, it's disgusting. and i hope chinatowns across america pick up the cause too.

how it has to be a word

you always hear of someone being unflappable, but you never hear of someone being flappable. they might say unstable or unsteady, but never flappable. but it has to be a word, if unflappable is the opposite of it.

that being said, ctu boss lynn mcgill on "24" is flappable.

how i love this show.

how nothing's shocking anymore

the headline of this article is "Microwaved Penis Turns Out to Be Fake".

try not reading it. go ahead.

how i thought he was getting - dare i say - a little stale

i was worried about espn2's the sports guy. i thought his once always hilarious articles were getting a little tamed and hackneyed. in fact, i know they were. i read them religiously. don't get me wrong; they were still among the best writing around.

but i was getting a little worried.

no more.

this article about the first annual atrocious nba general manager summit is the funniest thing i've read this year, and his best work in years. i can't stop laughing - especially as they all try to explain the steve francis deal by isiah thomas.

here it is:

Simmons: So you like what Isiah has done?

Layden: Hell, yeah. Take the Francis trade, if it happens: Logically, it makes no sense because Francis and Marbury are the same player -- expensive, shoot-first point guards with huge entourages and attitude problems who have never won anything. Even if you're getting Francis for nothing, it still makes no sense on paper.

For example, let's say you spent $3,000 on a living room sofa two years ago that you didn't really like. To make the sofa stand out a little less, you bought a leather chair for $2,200 that doesn't match --.

Simmons: Marbury is the sofa and Jamal Crawford is the chair in this case?

Layden: Precisely. And the room still looks bad. So now, you're on Craigslist and you see that someone is selling another $3,000 sofa for $900 that's almost exactly like the sofa you have. And there's no way you would ever want two big, ugly sofas in the same room. It would just look ridiculous. But your mind-set is, "Hey, how can I turn down a $3,000 sofa for $900?" So you buy the sofa and stick it in the room, which is now cluttered with stuff since you also spent another $10,000 on some crummy art, a coffee table with support problems, two giant bookcases that have to be turned sideways, some wobbly end tables and a smashed sculpture that was patched back together with duck tape. But since it's too late to go back, you spend another $5,000 on an interior decorator to make the room work. Well, you know what would happen? He wouldn't be able to make it work. You bought too much crap.

See, this is why Isiah is a genius: He's assembling the basketball version of that nightmare living room, and he has the fans convinced that either the expensive interior decorator -- in this case, Larry Brown -- will be able to make everything work, or he can somehow swap some of that furniture to one of his neighbors for a first-class piece of art. And he's spending an ungodly amount of money! And you never hear rumors that he might get fired! I think it's a tribute to him and his staff. He's the best-ever at being an atrocious GM. He really is.

Thomas: Thank you, Scott, that means a lot.


awesome. read the whole thing.

nba gm mockery. it's fan-tastic.

how someone needs to be swinging a folding chair

i don't know all the details of the UAE taking over our ports. honestly, i really don't, and although it sounds terrible with all the ties to terrorism, you have to believe that our government isn't that incompetent or greedy to put us in that much risk.

hopefully, that is. our administration hasn't really proven otherwise, but c'mon, that's common sense, ain't it?

ain't it?

anyone else with me?

anyone?

anyways, what really disturbes me is that the president wasn't made aware of it.

and that got me thinking that this whole thing, our country, is somewhat like professional wrestling.

just follow me on this.

you have the current administration, which is elected into office under very nefarious and questionable means. that establishes their role as heels, the people you love to hate. but we still don't know much about them, awaiting for their characters to build, so we just hang back and see.

but then 9/11 happens, and bush takes control and everyone loves him. ah, he goes from a heel to a babyface. and we follow him as he invades afghanistan and then iraq. we cheer - at least, most of us do. some still harbor anger from his days as a heel and, to their credit, iraq does sound fishy.

we begin to question him again. our loyalty is lessening.

then information eventually comes out about the lies of iraq and the torture in abu gharib and before you know it, he turns. he's a full-fledged heel. he's not even hiding it anymore, he's shoving it in our faces, not even trying to play babyface and we're angry at ourselves. how did we not see this coming? his act after 9/11 was a swerve. we were duped into following him. he's no good. his cronies are no good.

and for the next couple of years, their reign of terror continues, much like any effective heel stable. i can go over all the dastardly and incompetent things they've done like katrina and all that, but you know them. you live here. you know. they're now operating on the level of rowdy roddy piper, throwing coconuts in the face of all their opponents and then laughing at them. or the four horsemen, breaking the legs of anyone in their way. all with the arrogance of vince mcmahon.

but then, things slightly unravel. the second in command shoots someone in the face and tries to cover it up - so much so that he doesn't tell the president. and then, the adminstration doesn't tell the president about the whole UAE guarding our ports. that always happened with hulk hogan. he would befriend someone (like paul orndorff), and they would begin subordinating and then, eventually, they would turn on hulk.

so, if the script holds, the president has to break, right? this can't happen, right? ain't this insubordination at the highest levels?

if this were wrestling, we'd be expecting cheney to hit bush with a chair. or for bush to come to his senses and suddenly attack his adminstration, beating them one by one until he's the only man left standing in the ring - and we embrace the president again as a babyface. he sees the light. we cheer.

but those are pipe dreams, aren't they? i mean, asking our government to behave like professional wrestling seems like a task way too big for them.

and that, my friends, is such a sad state of affairs.

'cause, if you ask me, someone really deserves a folding chair to the back of the head.

how it's about time for the best movie ever to be made

how this film about this special night had gone almost 20 years without being made is beyond my imagination. but now it has, and they better not screw it up.

by the way, i was downstairs in my living room for most of it and, for the ninth, i sat on my parent's bed with my hands over my eyes but i was peeking through.

how the cold war really set them back

according to vanilla ice, he just played a show in russia in front of 35,000 people.

what year is russia in?

i really would like to know, because you can't be down with 2006 when you rock the mic like a vandal.

how i hope this series will never die

you can bid on e-bay for the dust cover for tobias funke's book "the man inside me" from "arrested development".

seriously, how much would you bid for buster's fake hand? or tobais' gopher outfit when he attacked tiny town?

how i weep for my lost muse

everyone assumes that with me being a huge sports nut that my dream account would be nike. and trust me, working on nike would be a dream. but it's not my biggest dream.

it's always been volkswagon.

i loved the humanity in those spots. it was never about the car; it's about the drivers. that's so damn true. without people, cars are just tin cans on wheels. think about how you are with your car. your car says so much about you. that's why there's such a big connection with people and their cars. there's such a strong truth in that.

that spot with the four college kids in a cabriolet driving to a party with the top down and the night sky above them as nick drake sings "pink moon" and then deciding to keep on driving? about as heartwarming as a commercial can get.

and that spot where the guy rushes to the wedding, and you realize that he's not the groom but rather he's there to break the whole thing up? about as dramatic as a commercial can get.

but now vw changed agencies and, essentially, changed their brand.

they're now all about getting in touch to your "fast" - which sounds like a thing that other car companies would say.

did i mention that "fast" is some sort of thing in a car? hey, i know it's metaphorical, but it comes across as forced and creepy.

this from a client who never forced a thing.

hey, crispin porter bogusky obviously knows what they're doing, and they're usually way ahead of the curve, but i'm not sure about this. if there were one brand that held a bastion of integrity and humanity above others, it was volkswagon, but now it seems like all the others.

here's to hoping there's a bright light at the end of this campaign.

we'll see.

how to return to your childhood

here's another in a long series of different ways for you to waste time at work:

practice playing "connect four".

it's actually mind numbing. i just spent thirty minutes playing it.

once you get a confident, set it to "difficult".

you can thank me later.

how i'm just giving it all away

seriously.

as some of you may know, i'm moving from a 3 BR in the inner sunset to a 1BR in the inner richmond. why is this important? because in the past four years, i have had four different roommates. and when they all moved out, they all left random shit.

i know this because i just had to clean it up.

anyways, everything they left is superfluous, and i want none of it and i don't have the time to sell any of it. so, if you're in san francisco and if you want anything from the following list, call me and pick it up. it's yours for free. and if you want to in turn around and sell it, go ahead. i couldn't care less.

here's the list. the first one to pick it up takes it.

2 egg crates
2 file stands
1 toaster
1 mr. coffee
2 ironing boards
1 a bevelled mirror (in original packaging)
2 computer cases
1 suitcase
1 keyboard for imac
1 concert poster for the doors at the isle of wight
1 concert poster for springsteen at the nassau coliseum
1 vcr
1 some sort of weightlifting bar (still in original packaging)

you could probably get $10 for the vcr on ebay.

if you don't pick it up, it goes in the garbage. i don't want to be bothered with any of it past my move - and i have no space for it.trust me, if i could do an actual yard sale and make $30, i would, but i don't have the time, effort or patience.

i feel like fred sanford but with a slightly better gait.

let me know.

how you should read this before you judge me on the following

i beseech each and every one of you to please understand that i found both of the following carrot top images from different websites that seemingly have nothing to do with him. it's not like i did a google search on him. i'm sure if i did, i would have been taken down by someone from the federal government - probably from the trigger finger of the vice president himself - and it would have been completely justified in the eyes of the entire nation.

but, after i realized that i had just posted both of them just hours apart, i noticed that in each photo he's wearing the same shirt and, in what sends shivers up and down my spine, lip gloss and eyeliner. so they probably were taken on the same day. where? i don't know. why? who can tell.

what's the point? none, other than seeing carrot top makes me feel better about myself.

enjoy.

how you can't really tell the difference

which one is wax?



it's really too close to call.

how god wasn't able to bring us warmer weather but the fact that this photo exists proves his existance

how i can be conflicted at times

saw a man on the n-judah train this morning wearing a new york mets baseball cap and a san francisco 49ers winter jacket.

i didn't know whether to hug him or slap him.

how this achievement should be celebrated by almost everyone

you would think that the first african american to qualify for the US olympic short track speedskating team would be a big story before the olympics. you know, a purely tangible and compelling storyline for us to follow and to care about.

and you would think that when he won the gold, making him the first black athlete to win a gold medal in the winter olympics for the united states, well, isn't that a story up there with jesse owens?

think about it: he's the first black athlete to win a gold medal at the winter olympics for the US.

that's a huge story.

by the way, do you know his name?

me neither. i had to look it up.

shani davis.

the thing that i love most about this story, however, is that bryant gumbel can't justify shani davis' achievement. no matter how much of a great achievement it is, gumbel has already belittled it with his idiotic statements. because, in bryant gumbel's world, shani davis defeated lesser athletes.

but that's the hole that bryant gumbel dug for himself. but that's his problem.

for the rest of us, let's honor shani davis. let's pull that blowhard bode miller's commercials off the air. and, while we're at it, let's take that showboat lindsey jacobellis' visa spot away too.

and let's learn more about a story worth hearing about.