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Are
Justin Timberlake's 15 Minutes of Pop Fame Over Yet?
(July
19, 2007)
Timberlake
employs a faulty strategem, relying predominately on systemic crotch
thrusts and wispy facial hair.
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Worst
Blogger of the Internets
(July
12, 2007)
I
have realized that I'm the worst blogger on the world wide webs.
The lack of updates is getting ridiculous. Maybe I should just bite
the bullet and adopt the blogger.com plug-in.
Anyways,
the cross-country road trip was great. If you want more details,
you'll have to ask me in person.
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| Cross
Country Road Trip - Part III
(January
13, 2007)
Ahhh...sweet
Vegas. We were making a quick in-and-out stop, pretty much our modus
operandi at every stop on the road trip. We pulled into the Hard
Rock in the afternoon, checked in and hit the glorious Hard Rock
pool. The pool was not as nice as usual, due to a slightly chilly
breeze and the fact that the swim-up blackjack tables were not in
service. But we stuck around long enough to order some overpriced
novelty drinks.
Catharine
is a hardcore A's fan, and at this point they were in the ALCS and
we were fitting in the games along the trip. Our plan for this game
was very well executed. I had bought us some tickets to see Elton
John's "The Red Piano" at Caesars. So we had to be there
around 7:30 or something. We went to the bar at the Pink Taco (I
can't believe that is actually the name of a chain restaurant...they
may as well have named it Dirty Sanchez or something...or Tubesteak's)
and got seats at the bar by some video poker machines. We ordered
dinner and started in with the margaritas, with a perfect view of
the tv's for the baseball game.
The
beauty of the plan is that as long as you are playing video poker,
the drinks are free and the food is deeply discounted. Brilliant.
I put a $10 bill into the video poker machine and played for the
whole time we were there, cashing out with $6 or $7 on my account.
Which was just about enough for the food and the tip for the bartender.
This was an excellent strategy, I've got to give Cat all the credit
for that one. I used to scoff at video poker, but now I understand
its place in the wonderful world of comped drinks. We headed out
to the valet and grabbed a cab to the strip.
The
concert was really awesome. I went into it just hoping that he would
stay away from the Lion King era-stuff, and I got my wish. He played
with his exact lineup from his 70's heyday, and it was a very rocking
and uptempo show for the most part. Even some improvisational jamming
by the band during some of the tunes, some really extended and reworked
passages in some tunes, and a crisp vibraslap performance by the
percussionist near the end of the show.
There
was also an elaborate video accompaniment on "North America's
largest LCD screen," along with some intermittent NC-17 stage
effects of inflatable boobs and phallouses. It seemed like every
time some of the video got a little TOO homoerotic for the conservative
folks in the crowd, they would break out some naked women to cleanse
the pallette. We were actually both kind of surprised by the adult
elements of the video and stage show, but I'm not complaining or
anything. If I had a complaint, it would only be that it distracted
me from watching the musicians during some segments.
Caesars
has built an impressive theater. It is actually the Celine Dion
Theater, but I guess Elton takes it over when she is out of town.
He made lots of snarky and bitchy jokes about her in between songs,
which was pleasing. We noticed that the concession stands in the
loges were offering wine, food, and buckets of beer. Cat raised
the salient question of whether or not the buckets of beer were
a hot item at the Celine shows. It would be really fascinating if
they were.
Anyways,
my only real complaint of the show was the lack of "Funeral
for a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding," his very cool prog-rock anthem
from the Goodbye Yellow Brick Road album (the title track of which
was also curiously absent). They did play a snippet of it towards
the end, but alas! it was just a tease. The show was top-notch.
I felt pretty good about breaking up the night to catch it, and
we headed out on the strip with plenty of night left.
We
stopped into Paris to hit some tables, and decided to kick it off
with a little Let it Ride. I won't share all of the gory details
of the night, but suffice it to say that I got up quickly and stayed
up for the duration of the night. Cat did well, too. So we rolled
out of Vegas in the morning feeling pretty good about our stay.
We
were off to the Hoover Dam, Grand Canyon, and to check in on my
main man Frow (he of the whitecollar rhymes) in Scottsdale. More
on that next time.
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Cross
Country Road Trip - Part II
(December
18, 2006)
The
second night of the trip, we drove south to Big Sur, CA to do some
camping. We were camping in the Fernwood section of the park. It
was pretty nice, we were right next to a bubbling brook and a couple
of tents full of young ladies who had set up a full service bar
on their picnic table. This could have been a disaster, since we
were scheduled to wake up at midnight and head to the Esalen Institute
(down the road 20 minutes or so) for some natural spa action. But
luckily we were tired enough that we both fell asleep despite the
rowdy neighbors, and got up to head to the hot springs.
Esalen
was pretty cool. At first it looked like a dicey idea, because I
was pretty beat and had to navigate the trusty little Mazda through
some steep and windy cliffside roads in the fog in the wee hours
of night. But we made it, and it was worth it. This place is basically
a super-exclusive resort, but they let the commoners come in and
use the spa at 1:00 a.m. (with an appointment, of course).
It
was us and a bunch of new-agey people and/or professional masseurs.
Lots of people rolling in with their own oils and candles and whatever.
The spa is carved right into the cliffs, high above the crashing
water. It is pretty impressive. I would share some pictures, but
due to the clothing restrictions, cameras were kind of frowned on.
On the bright side, at least I won't end up with compromising pictures
of my Soloflex body on some weirdo's website. Don't let me scare
you off, this place is really awesome and if you get a chance to
go, you should go by all means. But be ready to get in your birthday
suit in some rather chilly night air. But then you will be in the
warm, warming warmth of the natural springs and the watsu pools
(sp?). If they didn't have a silence policy, they would probably
carve some speakers into the cliffs to pump out some Enya tunes.
I would opt for something more along the lines of Too $hort, but
that's probably why I'm not an Esaleno. We left feeling totally
revitalized and refreshed. Ready for L.A. in the morning...
We
decided to drive down the coast all the way to Los Angeles. The
drive out of Big Sur was close to spectacular. We ended up driving
all the way down Rte 1, stopping to cruise through scenic 17-Mile
Drive at Pebble Beach. We continued all the way down south through
Malibu and then cut all the way across the city (during rush hour,
no less) on Sunset Blvd. We stayed at Denton's place in Silverlake
(thanks Denton!) and went out with him and Pete to catch some monday
night football at a dive bar and then catch some indie bands at
a club.
The
bands were pretty good. Actually, the first one was pretty awful,
but at least entertainingly flamboyant. At one point, Catharine
mentioned that she thought Chris Robinson was standing behind us.
Normally she wouldn't have been 100% positive, but he had been plastered
all over the U.S. Weekly recently due to his split from Kate Hudson.
She was correct.
None
of our group that night are really what you would consider star-f'ers,
but I would be remiss not to mention one anecdote along those lines.
At one point in the night, we were out back on the patio, and Mr.
Robinson was holding court with his crew at a table behind us. Denton
and I traded a couple of off-key verses of "She Talks to Angels,"
but not loud enough to clearly and audibly be making fun of him.
Disclaimer:
I actually think the first two Crowes albums are pretty cool. And
if I went up to talk to him, I was going to tout myself as a superfan
since I have an original copy of Amorica (which is also good). The
one with the pubic hair on the cover, before it got censored from
later album pressings. That's gotta count for something. I would
have also told him that at first I liked Owen Wilson, but let's
face it...his non-Wes Anderson movies have generally sucked.
But
I digress....Denton and Catharine moved into position at a table
directly across from the Crowe divorcee. Pete and I refrained, and
just looked on with amusement. At the split second they sat down,
directly across from him and about 2 feet away, he got up and rolled
back into the club with his entourage in tow. Leaving only the reeking
stench of patchouli, and perhaps I detected a hint of juniper as
well. I don't think he was getting up to avoid talking to them,
but it was pretty damn good timing.
Anyways,
the night in L.A. was really fun. We definitely need to return the
favor to Pete and Denton for a great night on the town. On a school
night, no less. We managed to sleep in a litte bit in the morning,
then lit out for Vegas.
To
be cont'd in the next installment. Probably in March or April, knowing
my laziness about this blogging mess.
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Cross
Country Road Trip - Part I
(November
10, 2006)
Well,
Catharine and I have been back in Alexandria for a while now. Thanks
to my computer crashing, and then being successfully rebuilt (thanks
Pawan), I am now finally back online and ready to share some tales
from the road.
We
started out in San Francisco, where we spent Saturday in action-packed
mode. We watched the Oklahoma-Texas game at a bar near the Haight
at noon (there was one other OU fan there). Derek and Lesley joined
us at halftime and the day was underway.
After
that, we meet up with Christian and bought a couple of six packs
to head into Golden Gate Park for the free "Hardly Strictly
Bluegrass" concert. Got to see Gillian Welch & David Rawlings,
Billy Bragg, and part of Steve Earle's set. TG, Jack, and the incomparable
Sexy Wexy met up with us during Billy Bragg.
The
rest of that night was pretty ridiculous. A big, sloppy, dive-y
mexican dinner followed up by meeting up with even more people at
some hole-in-the-wall bar that was apparently picked b/c we'd have
lots of elbow room there. That's for sure. I also got to watch some
real life pimps-n-hoes arguments on the street out front. It was
a good neighborhood. I was into watching it, but Catharine made
me go back into the bar.
The
next morning, we reconvened at Tom and Jenn's for the Skins-Giants
game. Can't say much about the outcome, and Jenn had tons of Shockey
pics plastered all over the apartment. But luckily Jack was in a
Skins onesie, so we had that going for us. Here's a picture of all
the crew. I'm the bloated guy in front.
After
the game, Catharine and I packed up the Mazda 3 (billed as "kind
of an upgrade" by the rental guy) and headed south to camp
in Big Sur. More on that in the next installment.
Thanks
to all of our friends in SF for the great send-off. Special props
to Wexler for making the drive from Truckee. It has been great getting
to know Cat's friends better since I got to visit so much over the
past year. I'm glad to have her back in the Old Dominion, but we
can't wait to come back out and visit.
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| Cruise
Control II
(September
13, 2006)
I'm
really speechless about the Cruise/Snyder hookup. Luckily I was
at the game and was oblivious to it and didn't have to see any of
the coverage on tv. I don't think I would have been able to handle
that.
All
I can hope at this point is that Tom Cruise is going to pay for
the Skins to get a real stadium somewhere in DC, then convert FedUp
Field into a Scientology compound for revival meetings. Then they
will wage space-war against the neighboring Jericho compound.
Luckily,
Bishop Peebles has been stockpiling weaponized chemicals for the
past 6 years.
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| Gettin'
My Goose On (August
11, 2006)
Sorry
for the long-time-no-blog. I've been spending most of my online
credits helping out over at Wizznutzz.com.
But now I'm back, pulled out of retirement by the morbid latest
chapter in the trainwreck of Maurice Clarett.
I'm
not sure which is more fascinating: the Goose or the Mother Goose.
It has been reported that Clarett had a sketchy water bottle that
he kept with him when in training camp with the Broncos last summer.
It is speculated that he kept Grey Goose vodka in it, and would
drink regularly during and between practice sessions. Apparently
some teammates reported him saying stuff like "I've gotta get
my Goose on!"
Now
he is pulled over after a bizarre car chase, and his car has four
loaded guns, a half empty bottle of Goose, and a CD of children's
songs recorded by Ohio inmates! Fantastic. Maybe he was on his way
to try out for the Bengals.
Speaking
of guns, my ATL homey Guns sent me this
awesome link. Apparently they play this tune at Braves games.
Luckily, Daniel Snyder and Karl Swanson have not unearthed this
yet for the Skins. Actually, this could be a good idea for the Funky
Four.
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| Help
Chief Zee (August
11, 2006)
This
one is for all of the Skins fans out there. Our beloved Chief Zee,
Zema Williams, is in bad health. You can read
about the situation here.
For
those of you so inclined to help out, here is a link
to a discussion board thread that has contact info for sending
cards to the Chief and also has a fund set up where you can donate
some cash.
We
need to take care of our own.
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| Just
for Men (Grecian Formula)
(May
25, 2006)
After
years of saying I would go naturally into the world of premature
graying, I have relented and decided to dye my hair. Mostly because
I am sick of hearing people make lame American Idol jokes to me.
I get
it. The poor man's Michael McDonald who just won America's biggest
karaoke contest also has gray hair. Sweet.
Actually,
I'd be willing to do a duet with him. The tune would be "Private
Eyes" by Hall and Oates, and we'd be backed up by Extreme Show
& Band.
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| The
Fast and the Spurious
(May
23, 2006)
This
morning I got cut off in rush hour by a tuned up Honda Civic. It
had a huge spoiler on the back, and a gigantic OBX sticker on the
rear hatchback window. The vanity license plate said "TEMPO."
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| Jesus
Walks! (April
30, 2006)
Nike
should take some of the footage from Friday night's Bullets-Cavs
game and use it in a new commercial for their LeBron James idolatry
ad campaign. All you need is some licensing rights from Kanye West
for the music, there are plenty of Comcast and TNT camera angles
of Jesus taking 6 steps on his way through the paint.
After
the game, GD, SmithT, whitejames, KJ and I ran into a bunch of Redskins
at Clyde's. Obviously, this was the highlight of my night. It was
an odd mix of guys: M.Wash, Ray Brown, B.Mitch, and Robert Royal.
Royal was showing off a blindingly breezy new bracelet, courtesy
of Ralph Wilson. Hopefully he doesn't have to hide it under three
layers of gore-tex in Buffalo this winter.
Now
I'm gearing up for game 4 of the Wiz Show. I prepared by checking
out Kelly McGillis' nude scene in Amish country circa 1985. I am
now a Witness. But I promise Melo that I won't snitch.
Mr.
Pollin, I will personally run the silk-screening press when you
feel it is time to print off "Round 2 of the Playoffs"
commemorative shirts.
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New
Kids on the Chopping Block
(April
5, 2006)
After
a fun day out at the ballpark and a few additional post-game adult
beverages, Catharine and I somehow ended up watching Saw II on Sunday
night. And Saw II, my friends, is no Saw I. It doesn't even have
Danny Glover in it! But it does have one interesting facet: it is
all about Saw's vendetta against NKOTB bad-boy Donnie Wahlberg!
This
was a "stong" to "quite strong" plot development
for an otherwise flaccid movie. I really couldn't believe that it
had taken so long for someone to think about torturing washed up
boy-band stars in horror movies. I mean, it really makes a lot of
sense. Unfortunately, his brother Markie Mark already beat him to
the punch by being tortured in the movie Three Kings. And by being
responsible for the torturous 1998 Lou Diamond Phillps/Antonio Sabato
Jr. vehicle The Big Hit.
In
the end, Saw II was unsatisfying and pretty lame. Even in my tired
and semi-overserved state, I was able to figure out half of the
ending about 20 minutes into the movie. But it did co-star a guy
named Frankie G. And I am still excited because the ending set up
Saw III perfectly.
Warning:
SPOILER ALERT!!! The next Saw movie features Jordan Knight
being put in an iron maiden. The medieval torture device, not the
band. Although I'm sure Bruce Dickinson is willing and able. Where
Eagles Daaaaaare!!!!!
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Homestyle
Cookin'
(March
22, 2006)
Okay,
this one is for any of you out there that remember the old Homestyle
Cookin' band. Specifically, if you remember our t-shirts.
I created
the t-shirt design using a graphic from the back of a Banquet fried
chicken microwave dinner meal. The picture reminded me a little
of a young version of our sleazy slumlord at the time, V.Railan
(who actually was a spitting image of Tony Shalhoub from television's
Monk).
But
really the best part of the t-shirt graphic was the expression on
his face. Well, whoever created the following site shares my appreciation
for this phenomenal advertising packaging. And they even went out
of their way to give detailed analysis of two different Banquet
packages. Enjoy. I never thought I'd see this stuff again.
Scroll
down on this link to take a trip down memory lane...
Thanks
to Dr. Wolcott for finding this little nugget.
Jaminator
Tribute
(March
10, 2006)
In
light of the horrible recent situation in New Orleans, I am just
busting a shrine to the man, the myth, and the legend...the Jaminator.
I love New Orleans, and the Jaminator is pretty much the baddest
dude I've met down there. When I return there, as soon as I can,
I hope I can find him in his usual spot. One way or another, I will
go there and raise a defiant glass to toast one of the greatest
cities in the world.
I chose
to donate money through the Red Cross. If you would like to do so,
please click
on this link. You should definitely scroll down and hear one
of the Jaminator's most rockingest riffs, recorded live in Jackson
Square.
Click
on this link
to hear one of his world-class riffs, recorded live at Jackson Square
in 2004. "Don't let me rock your world, bro!"
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| Elf
Quest (November
18, 2005)
So
I found myself with a lot of time and money that I wanted to waste.
And I asked myself why I hadn't gotten into online role playing
fantasy video games yet? Lots of people are addicted to these things
and live alternate lives with dorky virtual avatars.
I signed
up for a dungeons and dragons-type game. Seemed to be pretty straightforward.
I was a 1st level elf. The first sign of trouble came when I received
my attribute scores. Strength was only 12. I guess that is pretty
good for an elf. Charisma was 7. Well, what do you need video game
charisma for?
Seems
like the joke was on me. Questor the elf turned out to have incredibly
low self esteem. Midway through my first adventure, I found out
that my character had such a poor self-image that he was secretly
a "cutter." Can you believe that? I saw it with my own
eyes, my pixelated elf was mutilating himself with a +3 shortsword.
I suck.
Guess
I will stick to cyberporn and Star Trek chat rooms. That's why the
government developed the internet in the first place.
Seafood
Casserole (November
4, 2005)
So
I'm in Boston hanging out, it's a Saturday in October and it's snowing.
Skiball, 5 and myself roll into McCormick & Schmick's for some
lunch and adult beverages. Little did we know we were about to get
a brilliant waitservice experience.
Our
waiter approaches and here are some highlights of the transaction:
Waiter:
Hello. Welcome to McCormick and Shimmicks.
(group
is holding in laughter)
Waiter:
Have you dined with us before?
All:
Yes.
Waiter:
Okay, then let me explain the menu. (points to the top of menu)
Here is the date.
(J5
laughs in his face)
The
waiter comes back in a few minutes and Skiball decides to ask him
about the blueplate special.
Skiball:
What's in the seafood casserole?
Waiter:
(pauses while thinking) Chicken....carrots and vegetables...it
comes in a little thing. You will like it.
Ski
and I were both impressed with this description and both ordered
it. It was great. It also happened to have scallops, fish, and shrimp,
for those of you scoring at home.
I could
have done a better job telling this story, but it would have been
really long. You don't want to waste that much time, do you? Perhaps
I will revisit it if people are that interested in hearing about
the rest of it.
I would
also like to point out that we were quite nice to the fellow (it
was his first day waiting tables). We chatted him up big time, left
him an over-the-top tip, and he was full of hand shakes and heartfelt
goodbyes when we finally left. This was my best experience ever
at a McCormick and Shimmicks.
Two
Times Dope (October
27, 2005)
I am
putting together a pitch for a new reality television show. I know
a lot of people feel like the reality show genre has run its course,
but I haven't gotten my grubby little mitts on it yet. My show is
going to be an odd-couple styled roommate show starring Gilbert
Arenas Jr. and Clinton Portis.
I'm
not going to go into all of the logistics of why this is a great
idea. You can see that for yourself during season one. For those
of you who know Gil is crazy but aren't sure about CP, check out
his latest press conference here
(click on the link "Clinton Portis Oct 27". You can also
look at Oct 20 and earlier ones while you're at it...).
And
when it's time for ratings sweeps week, we throw in a third roommate.
No, not Party John Ramos, Slapshot, or Awvee Storee, but Alex Ovechkin.
Why? Mostly because he needs to learn English.
More
to come on this idea later, I'm just throwing it out there.
The
Sound of Fat (October
20, 2005)
I feel
like I made a breakthrough scientific discovery tonight. I was passing
out on the couch at some point in the Virginia Tech - Maryland football
game and heard them interviewing Ralph Friedgen.
But
here's the rub: I didn't hear them introduce him. I just heard his
voice and it sounded like it was obviously an extremely fat guy
talking, and in my hazy half-sleep state I deduced it was Friedgen.
That's when it hit me.
There
is definitely a distinct "morbidly obese fat guy" voice.
It is a combination of extra density of flesh around the mouth and
a slight breathlessness. I realized I had known this all along,
but just never really thought of it since I usually don't rely solely
on aural stimuli.
Do
you remember in the movie "Ray" where Ray Charles would
feel women's wrists to try to figure out if they were sexy? I bet
he could pick an obese guy out of a lineup just by hearing one syllable.
I could, and I'm no better than any of you. |
Bone-Thugs-n-Sean
Sean (October
17, 2005)
I've
gotta give props to my man Dolamite for showing me this electrifying
video. This is pretty much mandatory viewing for Redskins or Bizzee
Bone fans.
Click
here
to view The Thuggish Ruggish Sean! |
Blowing
Up Like Michael Angelo
(October
15, 2005)
For
those of you unfamiliar with Michael Angelo, click here
to see one of the lamest things I've ever seen or heard. |
The
Tuck Rule? Are You F@*&ing Kidding Me?!?
(October
9, 2005)
OK,
so the blog has been really slack so far. Ease up, my friends, I
will be getting my blog on with a lot more frequency now.
Just
watched the Redskins-Broncos game and am not sure what to think
of it. What is up with the AFC West and the Tuck Rule? I'm glad
a medicated pad can determine the outcome of a game.
Did
you know Mile High/Invesco/Pat Bowlen Real Estate Fraud Stadium
has an actual statue of John "Horse-Grill" Elway out in
front of it? Ask them about Super Bowl XXII. Timmy Smith is now
in jail for crack, true, but when was the last time you heard about
Ricky Nattiel?
What
a horrible franchise. Remember Karl Mecklenburg? |
Cruise
Control
(June 24, 2005 )
I am
convinced that Tom Cruise will continue to age into a freak on a
Jackson-esque level. We are currently in Phase III, or what I like
to call "The Gloaming."
I foresee
a future that holds additional plastic surgeries to retain his "boyish
good looks," causing him to have a weirdly plastic death-masque
of a face as he hits 55 and 60 years of age. Some women will defiantly
insist that he is still hot, although deep down they will realize
he is creepy.
He
will continue his recent erratic behavior of attempting to seem
childlike, impulsive, even human. But it is another element of his
frightening descent. Bouncing his 5'6" frame around like a
pre-pubescent boy scout on a sugar high.
Was
he ever a great actor? Probably not. Was he an icon of the 80s?
Certainly. Is he a robot? A werewolf? The last samurai? That is
up for debate. But what we are sure of is that he is an asexual
psychotic freakshow. Luckily for us all, he has done extensive and
conclusive studies on psychiatry and psycho-somatic drugs. Presumably
in a lab with John Travolta and the ghost of L.Ron Hubbard.
Enjoy
the following excerpt, which is taken from his interview on The
Today Show:
When
asked if he could be with someone at this stage in his life who
doesn't have an interest in the Church of Scientology -- Holmes
has said she's embracing the religion -- Cruise told interviewer
Matt Lauer: "Scientology is something that you don't understand.
It's like you could be a Christian and be a Scientologist.
"It
is a religion. Because it's dealing with the spirit. You as a spiritual
being. It gives you tools you can use to apply to your life."
When
Lauer mentioned Cruise's earlier criticism of Brooke Shields for
taking anti-depressants, Cruise told the "Today" show
co-host he didn't know what he was talking about.
"You
don't know the history of psychiatry. I do," Cruise said.
The
interview became more heated when Lauer, who said he knew people
who had been helped by the attention-deficit disorder drug Ritalin,
asked Cruise about the effects of the drug.
"Matt,
Matt, you don't even -- you're glib," Cruise responded. "You
don't even know what Ritalin is. If you start talking about chemical
imbalance, you have to evaluate and read the research papers on
how they came up with these theories, Matt, OK. That's what I've
done." |
Is
that Freedom Rock? Turn it up!
(June 9, 2005)
I was
in Paris during the 1998 World Cup (which the Frenchies ended up
winning), and it was really rich. Clearly the biggest sporting event
I've been around. There were crewmembers from all over the world
there, going crazy. Hooligans from England and Germany were on the
news every night, trashing pads and beating people senseless.
Some
Italians were giving me a hard time after we lost a game to Iran
and I politely explained to them that my generation is really the
first one in America where most kids grew up playing soccer. If
they give us another 10 or 15 years, we will dominate the sport.
They grasped the sad, inevitable truth of this and stopped bothering
me.
I was
staying in a hotel in the Bastille. They had huge screens in all
of the major squares of Paris where people would watch broadcasts
of the matches. I don't remember the name of the bar, but next to
my pad there was a bar that was still to this day one of the best
bars I've ever been to. It will be my first stop the next time I
am in Paris.
I would
order "La Fontaine," which was a wooden base with a spigot
tap coming out of it. Then they bring out a huge plastic cylinder
of brew and load it up on the base and you serve yourself. Each
cylinder pours several beers for you. We'd be there at the end of
the day and just keep saying "Je voudrais la Fontaine!!!"
(sic?) which, to my understanding, means "I want the fountain."
This
is probably why I have fond memories of the French. Although I was
also very enthusiastic about the concept of Freedom Fries. Next
time I am there I will probably order some of those as well. Or
is it Freedom Ticklers? |
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