Everything old is new again apparently as Eminem tries re-wedded bliss with his ex-wife Kim Mathers. They tied the noose…er…knot again last Saturday, January 14.
You know, I am wondering about Kim Mathers’s sanity. Eminem spent the four years they were divorced trashing her name in just about every way possible. Heck, he didn’t exactly make it a secret how he felt about his former sweetie: check out his ode to his wife, the song “Kim,” from “The Marshall Mathers”...of course most of it is unprintable but ...
Here I’ll scream with you!/AH SOMEBODY HELP!/Don’t you get it [expletive deleted], no one can hear you?/Now shut the [expletive deleted] up and get what’s comin to you/You were supposed to love me/(Kim choking)
NOW BLEED! [expletive deleted] BLEED!
BLEED! [expletive deleted]BLEED! BLEED!
I especially love the background sounds of her being choked to death. Not exactly the love sonnet I’d be looking for to entice me to re-marry, but maybe that’s how they “roll” over in the 8-mile.
I never thought anything could make me feel sorry for anyone as blonde, rich and just plain lucky as Britney Spears. Then, she married the doofus du jour, Kevin Federline, and suddenly I feel compelled to run by Hallmark and pick her up a sympathy card.
Somebody tell me what the attraction was. No, really, I want to know. Anytime I see him in photos, he just looks really unwashed and not too bright. Like he was one hip-hop aerobics class away from a future in french fry management.
Have you checked out Kevin Federline’s ( or K-Fed, as he prefers) page on My Space? He’s got an upload of “Popozao,” the first single from his dance/rap album. If this is the best he’s got, he should have stopped at a single. It sounds exactly like you would expect: rap stylings from a guy whose “hood” is the area of mall between the Gap and Abercromie & Fitch.
“Excuse me?...K-Fed?...I have Vanilla Ice on Line One…he wants his career back.”
Check out K-Fed’s My Space page anyway. The comments posted by other My Spacers are way more entertaining than his music.
I was reading an article where Jack Abramoff’s father lashed out at actor George Clooney for making an off-color joke at the Golden Globe awards ceremony about his son.
Frank Abramoff said that the comment made his 12-year-old granddaughter, who was watching the award ceremony, cry. Mr. Abramoff went on to shame the actor for his “glib and ridiculous attack.”
(This is what George Clooney said: “I want to thank Jack Abramoff, you know, just because. I’m the first one out, lets get this thing rolling. I don’t know why. Who would name their kid Jack with the last words ‘off’ at the end of your last name? No wonder that guy is screwed up. Alright I just got bleeped.)â€
The thought of public humiliation and ridicule is one of the reasons a lot of people don’t commit crimes. Another could be that they are good moral people with an acute understanding of right and wrong. Some simply follow the rules of the society they live in and don’t break the laws that make it work. There may be several reasons why people are law-abiding citizens.
By pleading guilty to three counts of bribing officials (the legal jargon translates simply to bribery), Jack Abramoff not only earned a jail sentence, he also laid himself open to ridicule by a public that might have suffered due to his efforts at corrupting an institution. And by doing what he did, he left his family vulnerable.
I agree Clooney’s remarks were unwarranted - so were Mayor Nagin’s (asking for a chocolate city) - but one can’t blame someone for being tactless or showing poor choice of words. Jack Abramoff reaped a lot of benefits by doing what he did. He didn’t do the right thing, or it wouldn’t be a felony.
If his father and daughter do blame someone, it should be him, not Clooney. Jack Abramoff should have thought about his legacy and maybe Clooney will do better the next time and think before he speaks.
The above is true particularly if you are a Monty Python fan, of course. And who isn’t? Well, actually, quite a few people, if the truth be known. Eccentric British humor (or “humour”) doesn’t register with everyone, including my Mom, who calls them “silly.” Which they are. So she’s sort of unintentionally making my point for me. Speaking of points, it’s becoming apparent this paragraph is not going to have one. We’d best move on to paragraph No. 2.
Ah, that’s better. Now. There’s a recently released book about The Pythons called, ah, “The Pythons Autobiography By The Pythons.” This means members of the legendary (or “silly”) group of comedians pontificate about their work, offering fans a rare look into the creative effort that went into such skits as “The Ministry of Silly Walks” or “Monty Python’s Contractual Obligation Album.” Read all about it, silly person, right here..
On a less silly note, artist Fabrice Moireau offers colorful sketches of scenes around New York in New York Sketchbook, in which the artist does a fine job of living up to the promise of capturing “the dizzying heights and teeming multitudes of the Big Apple.” Here’s the cover:
I’m feeling under the weather today, so I’m planning to take it easy this weekend. But if you’re looking for something to do, you may want to check out one of these events.
Punk Rock Social
featuring Pig Pen, Five Step Failure, The Pale Horse and Filthy Nomads
The Uptown Bar, 658 Central Ave., St. Petersburg
Event starts at 8 p.m., $3 cover charge
Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children
in Japanese with English subtitles
Special guest DJ Mega
The Vitale Gallery, 1900 First Ave. S., St. Petersburg; (727) 320-5055
Event starts at 9 p.m., $5 cover charge
Infinite Groove Orchestra
Experimental, funky, jazzy tunes inspired by musicians such as Miles Davis and Herbie Hancock
Yeoman’s Road Pub, 236 E Davis Blvd., Tampa; (813) 251-2748
Starts at 10 p.m., call to find out about cover prices
Dave Attell
You know, the guy who hosts Insomniac on Comedy Central
Tampa Improv, 1600 E. Eighth Ave. (Centro Ybor) Suite C-112, Tampa; (813) 864-4000
Shows at 7 p.m. and 10 p.m. tonight and tomorrow, 7 p.m. only on Sunday
Tickets are $25
This lady has an unusual approach to skin care. We prefer Scotch tape, ourselves.
You write the photo caption.
The rising price of gas and increasing number of vehicles commuting to work are making life more stressful by the day. If you drive a compact car like I do, then that stress increases exponentially.
Have you, too, been stuck behind a wide vehicle with a wider behind – one of those that occupies the entire width of the lane, blocking your view ahead and to the sides? I like to see at least one car ahead of me, as it helps me control my braking pattern and speed. If I am able to see ahead, I can respond better in case there is any sort of obstruction.
Even worse is when you get stuck behind a tall vehicle. Then you can’t see if the light ahead of you is red or green. By the time the vehicle crosses the light, you might be in a dangerous “orange light zone†or, worse yet, the red zone. And as far as I know from anecdotes from friends and acquaintances, the police don’t respond kindly to the excuse, “But officer, I couldn’t see anything ahead of me because of the big truck!”
Another thing I have noticed while driving to work is the people trying to cut in line, especially where the road starts to split for exits. One example is where I-275 southbound starts the split to Orlando and downtown; another where the downtown exit converges on I-275 northbound and splits again to go to I-4.
Those who travel the route know what I am talking about. Malfunction Junction gets worse because people in the extreme left try to go as far as possible to avoid getting in line in the split lane, and then try to cut in front of the line. They not only slow the traffic on the through lanes, they also stall the smooth flow of the split.
The city and county can go on making new lanes, but the confusion will not end until the attitudes change.
Pokemon is passe. Digimon is dated. And anime is antiquated. At least according to my elementary school-age kids. What is of-the-moment is “Neopets.” My kids have plenty of regular pets (four guinea pigs, a hamster and two cats). But those pets don’t eat magical omeletts. Those pets aren’t able to bid on auctions for magic fishing boots or itchy scratchy cream. http://www.neopets.com/ is a free “play” website for kids that doesn’t solicit personal information from them to play. To get them set up you can just use your email address to get their password and after that they are left alone. Of course, ultimately they are trying to sell something. Which is the Neopets product line. But kids are bombarded with advertising no matter what. At least this site offers puzzles and other challenges in an attractive kid-friendly format. And kids really love the site. Kids do. Just kids. By the way, some of my pets are Waterfall The Wocky and Goldie The Meerca ...
Well, it probably is, then. So you might get even more of a kick out of Dan Kiernan’s new book, “The Idler Book of Crap Jobs: 100 Tales of Workplace Hell.” Among the top 100 horrible jobs: junk mail copywriter, garlic grader, pie holemaker, maggot farmer and (uh-oh) journalist. Check it out click here.
Also getting good reviews, but which I have unfortunately not had the time to read, are Louis Sachar’s “Small Steps,” Galt Niederhoffer’s “A Taxonomy of Barnicles” and Sigrid Nunez’s “The Last of Her Kind.” January, I have discovered, is an excellent book month, so get thee to a bookstore and enjoy.
System: Microsoft Xbox 360
Publisher: Tecmo
Reviewer’s rating: B
ESRB rating: Mature
Game type: Fighting
Kind of like: “Dead or Alive Ultimate”
Best feature: Bold new look!
Worst feature: Same old game.
The bottom line: In 1985, we spent countless hours putting off our homework to instead play “Yie Ar Kung Fu” (catchy name, eh?), a new fighting game for the Commodore 64 home computer. It was cool. You could punch. You could kick. You could jump off the wall, crouch under your opponent’s flying fists and deliver a roundhouse kick upside his head.
Twenty years later, surprisingly little has changed. “Dead or Alive 4” is the newest version of that game.
Yes, the graphics are better—much better, especially on a high-definition TV set.
And the gameplay, which now takes place in multi-tiered 3-D arenas, has become more sophisticated. Each character has an array of complex moves to unleash, and you can also counter by catching your opponent’s arm or leg during an attack. Computer controlled fighters are smart enough that mindless button-mashing will only get you so far.
Tougher still are human opponents. As in “Ultimate” for the “old” Xbox, you’ll find plenty of willing combatants online, where we experienced only minor lag issues.
Bells and whistles aside, though, why would anyone spend $399 for an Xbox 360 and another $60 for what’s essentially the same old game? Perhaps it’s because roughly half the “DOA” characters are attractive women whose dainty costumes can barely contain their gravity-defying bounty.
This shopper is a pretty savvy consumer, examining the merchandise up close before buying.
You write the caption.
2006 started on a good note, then did a U-turn for me. My car got broken into, my stereo and bag were stolen and I lost stuff worth $600. The thieves were kind enough to leave my umbrella and sleeping bag.
The Sheriff’s deputy dusted my car for prints and, after several minutes of CSI-like suspense, left me with a case number and an impression that maybe I will find something later if the thieves try to pawn off my things. Although I am one of those whose glass is always half-full, I am inclined to think that I am never getting my things back.
I mourn the loss of my address book, not because of the addresses in it, but because of a quote my father had written for me in that. I also mourn the loss of an antique watch, a reward for scoring high on a very important test in my life. I miss the assorted-songs CD that was stolen with my stereo. And I am mad about losing the stereo, something I had spent a lot of hard-earned money on.
I am uncomfortable about someone breaking into my car – a violation of my space. I am annoyed that I can do nothing more than just file a complaint. I keep going over the night before the break-in - what did I do wrong? I am uneasy about my apartment club manager’s response, which was, “Crime doesn’t see an address.”
Five days later, I lost my keys, was locked out of my car and apartment and had to borrow my sister’s car and stay the night with her. I had to request a ride to work from a colleague the next day. The keys were found and returned, thankfully.
I am glad that the thieves didn’t vandalize my car, I am glad I was not in it when they decided to break in, and I am glad no one else was hurt.
I also believe that my bad luck has all been taken care of in the beginning of the year - I should have an easier time of it now. That is some consolation.
Is that a joystick in your watch-pocket, or are you just happy to see me? Levi Strauss, the company that makes the blue jeans you’re wearing right now, announced yesterday that they’re creating “iPod-ready” pants.
The so-called Levi’s RedWire DLX Jeans will feature “a joystick in the watch pocket to operate the device” along with a “built-in docking cradle” for the iPod and “retractable headphones.” No price was announced.
Depending on its location, the “built-in docking cradle” could spell the death of the Nano. All the kids will want old-school iPods for a bigger bulge.
Prediction: Next week, Apple announces the new iPud.
Last night, a couple of friends and I went to see Brokeback Mountain at The Tampa Theatre. As I’ve mentioned before, this movie palace is a short walk from one of the best bars in Tampa, The Hub.
Mandy and I went in there before the movie while we waited for Megan. I love The Hub because every time I go there, it’s exactly as I remember it. Many times, even the same people are there, as you can expect in a place with as many regulars as The Hub has.
Except, this time something wasn’t the same. Apparently, they’ve painted over their legendary graffiti walls in the ladies’ room. I didn’t get to see it with my own eyes because I didn’t use the restroom before we left, but Mandy told me all about it as we walked out.
“I used to read all kinds of words of wisdom while I was in there,” she said. Now, she has to settle for “Tom is hot!” on the walls.
The future is nigh!
Well, it’s a new year, but this is one of the slower times of the year for the video game industry. At the Consumer Electronics Show this week though, the future, as always, was unveiled.
It wasn’t as obvious as you may think. Microsoft and Electronic Arts announced that a playable demo for the game Fight Night: Round 3 was available for download through the Xbox 360’s online marketplace.
The game takes a bit of time to download, but it’s possibly the best looking game on the system. And it’s not even done. It comes out next month on Xbox 360, while a lesser version will be released on PlayStation 2 and Xbox.
It’s only a matter of time before you won’t even have to go to the store anymore. Valve has been doing it for a while on PC’s with their Steam service, but digital distribution for consoles would be the end all, be all. No reserving games, no braving the mall or Best Buy.
What a way to perpetuate the anti-social gamer stereotype.
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