Archive for May, 2008
This week, Harvey Korman and Sydney Pollack both died. Each of these men left amazing legacies, changing entertainment forever. I don’t have anything funny to say about this; my heart is sad to have lost them both.
But to cheer us up, here are two classic Korman skits and Pollack in Tootsie. Let’s tip a glass to their amazing genius:
Apparently, a bunch of uptight, looking-for-problems-where-none-actually-exist people, led by commentator Michelle Malkin, whined to Dunkin’ Donuts that the paisley scarf Rachael Ray is wearing in the above advertisement gives the impression the chain is supporting Muslim terrorists.
It’s too warm to wear a turtleneck to disguise the fact Rachael Ray has no neck. Sometimes, a cigar is just a cigar. And, sometimes, people should stop bitching just to bitch. And, sometimes, giant retail chains shouldn’t cave in to ridiculous people lodging ridiculous complaints.
Then again, maybe Dunkin’ Donuts ad execs are slapping their foreheads in shock: “I never expected people to figure out our secret symbolic show of support for Muslim terrorists!”
UPDATE: A picture showing the scarf to better terroristic advantage! And a fancy Elvisian lip curl.
She was the first album that Google indexed and so it is because of her The Gallery is even on the map. Web map? Whathefuckever. My point is, we owe her a debt of gratitude. And we decided sharing 33 pictures of her two best assets (look at her eyes!…) would be more than adequate. Go to her album to appreciate our gratitude. Or something.
I sit down in a circle with a bunch of strangers, the room is full of dense, rich smoke and in my hand I’m holding deep darkness in a coffee cup. I reach toward the table in the center of the strangers, who take the time to stare and appraise me during their conversations, and pull a tin of tobacco. Filling my pipe and lighting a match, I begin to smoke. This is nothing like a cigarette; this is aromatic and filling, relaxing every muscle in my body. It is just enough to cause me to sigh and, unintentionally but rudely, interrupt the conversation of this still-foreign group of men for the second time this evening.
Michelle Trachtenberg is not only young and hot, she also sticks her tongue out for pictures. This is a triple win in my book. She used to be on Buffy and now she is on Gossip Girl, I think. I read Entertainment Weekly, which is why I know things like that. But if I have it wrong it’s because I don’t retain things well. Right, Chad?
