I don't think I would ever find myself using the words 'bad ass' and 'Phil Collins' in the same sentence, but then again I never thought I'd ever see [censored]. Check out this scene from the pilot episode of Miami Vice that proves once and for all that convertibles, blazers (cuffs rolled up natch) and Phil Collins do indeed go together like Bacardi and Cola. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Tnyp9tRXRo]
"When I said this is the year of [insert friend's last name], I meant the year of lower standards."
Don't let your baby daddy just walk out on you. MARRY YOUR BABY DADDY advises this book that this woman was reading on the subway:
Okay, it's not an advice book (as I learned thanks to Amazon--not the river or the mythical race of gargantuan, yet beautiful, female warriors who trained Wonder Woman--but the massive book and everything else commerce-site), but that title is damn FIERCE.
The premise of the book is this: three sisters, all with child out of wedlock, who must marry their baby daddies in order to inherit 3 million dollars that is left to them in their grandmother's will.
If I had to rank my favorite blogs and websites like they were my MySpace friends, Boing Boing would then definitely be in my top 8. Anyway, I was cleaning out my phone's memory (hey, the subway ride home can be boring at times) and came across this photo of a store I snapped back in the Fall while walking around my neighborhood of Park Slope.
Ya'll with myspace profiles need to add Luca as your friend (He's my roommate's dog). Only then will your friends list be complete. Holler.
Hyperbole aside, this movie featuring Will Ferrell and John Heder looks freakin' high-larious. Will Ferrell and John Heder (Napoleon Dyn-o-mite) play rival professional figure skaters who get banned. They eventually partner up for some man-on-man figure skating action. Obviously, this film isn't going to challenge your mind, but it will definitely provide a few infinitely repeatable lines. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qr4UeqUKQoI]
Speaking of figure skating movies, did any of ya'll watch Cutting Edge when you were younger? That movie rocked.
Don't ask me why I was reading the feature recap of the Times' Weddings and Vows, but if I hadn't I would've never learned that the bride was the inspiration for the "man hands" female character on Seinfeld!
It was their first kiss, and, Dr. Whitney said, “it meant everything.” The next day he left for California. They began a long-distance relationship, but soon he was working around the clock. Within a year they had broken it off.Mr. Mandel’s response was to write “a ‘Seinfeld’ episode about her,” he said. “It’s the modern equivalent of a Shakespeare sonnet.”
He explained that in the episode, called “Bizarro Jerry,” Jerry Seinfeld dates a woman with “man hands.” Dr. Whitney, who winces when he mentions it, chimed in, “I would like to clarify that my hands are farm hands and not man hands.”
Hilarious.
A while ago, I became fixated on a particular article ("What Shamu Taught Me About a Happy Marriage") in the New York Times for its immovable position at the top of the Times Most Emailed article. I documented this here in a series of blog entries I titled "Shamu Watch." Well, inexplicably (and mucho thanks to Erin for pointing it out to me) this Shamu essay, out of nowhere, has reappeared not only on that illustrious most e-mailed list but at the numero uno position on that list. What sort of a comeback is this? John Travolta in Pulp Fiction comeback? MJ with Bulls comeback or MJ with Wizards comeback?
Lindsay Lohan has great, GREAT eyes.
I had such a strange dream last night. I dreamt that I was standing in queue at the grocery store check out behind Team9--my favorite remixer/mash-uper. And then I later dreamt a terrible nightmare (redundancy alert!) that I was in Mogadishu as witness to the bloody aftermath of a violent clash between rival milita. On that propitious note, Happy Saturday!
I went to a meet-and-greet session thrown by the New York Knicks to give its season ticket holding fans an opportunity to meet the players. I was able to go and along with enjoying the open bar and snacks there, I also got some photos taken with some of the players. However, I was decidedly unhappy about the complete lack of groupies there. What sort of groupies? Like these:
Instead, the crowd mainly looked like this:
Anyway.
Stephon Marbury was wearing silly amounts of white bling that night. Damn. Blinding.
My favorite Knicks player is probably this dude, David Lee. He's got hustle out there on the court.
And a blast from the past was there as well: JOHN MOTHAFUCKIN STARKS, YA'LL.
And the iPHONE was there!! Okay, it wasn't, but I've just been thinking about it a LOT. iPhone. iWant.
I would prefer to just make this whole month a celebration of Aaron Neville here at my ol' little blog, but apparently the mob demanded something different which is a shame, because a genius like Aaron Neville deserves a FULL month in his honor. I mean, the man sang
Everybody plays the fool, sometime Theres no exception to the rule, listen baby It may be factual, it may be cruel, I aint lying Everybody plays the fool
Oh well. Chalk this up one up as yet another casualty due to the tyranny of the mob.
I declare today to be Aaron Neville Day Week. The man sings the gospel truth. Don't deny it.
More Babel Thursday action...
But first, some Subway jump action. This one is brought to you by Chris.
Mateo gets some air. (I did not jump off the benches)
The oh-so-free bottle of Goose.
"Chris, meet Cyrus." "Cyrus, meet Chris."
Cy hangs back while watching the kids fight over the bottle of Goose like wild jackals.
Dance, dance, dance.
Wha wha.
None of us are thinking about work the next day.
Jeff's whiteness lights up the room. Boy can salsa tho.
A thumb up for Babel.
Chris and Jeff--BFFs.
Puff puff.
I've never looked hotter.
The public interest law thing is paying off really well.
"So I smacked that ass like this!"
Dancin, dancin.
Woa.
"Wha?" said surprised Chris.
"Um, Cy. This bottle is empty. That is unacceptable. Please rectify this situation."
Smoky.
Jeff preparing for his 4 am meeting the next day.
The table.
My "get a load of this guy" look.
Not quite sure this dancing style will catch on in the States.
Chris offers a platter of Jeff jumping oh so delicately.
Bodega jumping. It's the latest thing, Moye. Do it.
My camera has an amazing ability to make people partly disappear. Freaky.
Doing my favorite jumping pose. Not sure what Chris doing.
Chipwich. What? Yea, that's what I thought. Keep walking.
We're so Asian. We bought soy sauce.
Feeling pretty "AZN" at this point.
It was 70 degrees outside today here in New Yohk Citay. Sunny and warm. I walked around in just my t-shirt. No jeans, nothing. JUST a t-shirt. And cot damn, I was comfortable! However, I hated it. It just should not be that warm in January.
Here's a recent photo of ice that someone threw hitting Paris Hilton in the face after she finished "singing" at club Pure. It's probably the cleanest thing to hit Paris's face in awhile.
If you were following the news, a couple weeks ago, CNET senior editor James Kim died while attempting to find help for his family who were trapped in a car in the freezing weather. Sometimes the good guy doesn't make it in the end and it just really fucking sucks.
It really fucking sucks.
There's an EBay auction now being held with various arts and crafts items to benefit his surviving family with 100 percent of the proceeds going to the James Kim Memorial Fund.
Here are a couple items that I might bid on. Go check it out (link above).
Porcelain take out plates!
This is password protected for obvious reasons, but if you read this "article" (or excerpted below) and you know me and my experience with the ex-girlfriend, then you'll understand the headline to this entry. Reading about this hour by hour recap of sexy MTV VJ's New Year's night out with her boyfriend Nick Lachay made me laugh out loud, because basically it reminded me of what it was like to go out with my ex back in the days. She was Vanessa, especially at hour 3:35 am.
-- 1:44 a.m. Nick, Vanessa and their huge entourage arrive at the Joonbug.com party at Marquee in a black SUV with Vanessa sitting on the Nick's lap because there isn't space for everyone in the car.The former Miss Teen USA is wearing backless mini-dress with a plunging neckline, and the couple of eight months holds hands while they walk into the club.
The gang heads to a VIP booth and Vanessa begins sucking down glass after glass of champagne. Soon her eyes are half closed, her head rolling around.
She keeps opening her legs and the ladies in her entourage physically shut them for her. Vanessa then straddles Nick and makes out with him passionately while her short skirt rides up.
She later falls off of the booth and into the recesses of the furniture. Her crew helps her up while Nick watches in stony silence, unamused by her antics.
-- 3:35 a.m. Vanessa takes Nick's beer and chugs it, while some of the beer runs down her face and neck.
As the group gets ready to leave, an unsteady Vanessa tries to stand up but she falls down into the booth. Nick starts to pay the bill, and Vanessa digs into her wallet puts a wad of cash in her mouth and jokingly starts waving it around.
Vanessa's girlfriends take the cash from her mouth and distribute tips to the beleaguered staff.
-- 4:23 a.m. Vanessa's pals help her out the back entrance of the club while Nick ignores her and talks on his cell phone. As Vanessa is poured into the car, Nick climbs into the back seat and avoids her.