To paraphrase Joe Biden, Kenny Powers is a "big f#&king deal." Powers, of course, is the fictional baseball player and all around good ol' boy played to perfection by Danny McBride in HBO's Eastbound & Down. The show, produced by Will Ferrell and Adam McKay, was almost a goof, quickly put together when HBO placed an order. Season One consisted of six episodes. And they rocked. Hard. A second season is coming, sometime. No word on a date, or how many episodes there will be.
If you don't watch this show then the terrorists have won.
Valley Girl Remake: Like, Please Don't Do It. Totally
Word on the street is that MGM is planning to remake Valley Girl, a beloved if episodic rom-com from the great year of 1983. This can only be bad news. But it gets worse when you realize they're planning to remake it as a musical. From a June 2009 report that appeared on the excellent and under-read Pajiba:
The surprise here, however, is how they are "re-imagining" Valley Girl. They've hired Broadway director Jason Moore, who directed Avenue Q and Steel Magnolias on Broadway, as well as the Tony-nominated Broadway version of Shrek: The Musical.
Like almost every sport on the planet, aerial skiing has become the domain of corporate sponsors and serious athletes who train like robots and travel with life coaches. It's lost the improvisational, shaggy-haired ski bum vibe that defined it when I started skiing, back in the 1970s.
Thankfully, we still videos like the one above, which show freestyle (aka "hotdogging") at its freest, mostly stylish moment.
In honor of St. Patrick's day, and all the assorted partying that goes with it, we present Keggers of Yore. Simple, straightforward, at times hilarious, the site presents photos of people boozing through the ages.
Maybe this is where Canadian Club got the idea for its most recent Mad Men-ish campaign.
Hunter, of course, is the Edward's mistress/mother of the now 2 year old love child. Interesting timing for all of this. And when's the last time you saw a 10,000 word story anyplace but The New Yorker?
Today at 4:20 p.m. my wife looked out our window and said, "Oh, gosh, there's a car on fire on the bridge." This isn't the kind of thing she says often, so, naturally, I grabbed my camera.
But by the time I finished fishing around for the right lens, the bright orange flames had been extinguished (thanks FDNY!). However, a thick steam of white smoke continued to pour out of the hapless vehicle, which was on the Brooklyn side of the bridge, heading for Manhattan.
Needless to say all Manhattan-bound traffic was halted. Eventually those who'd been waiting made u-turns and drove the wrong way, back toward Brooklyn.
Based on what I saw all passengers in the vehicle had been safely removed. No word as whether or not the fire had anything to do with setting the clocks ahead an hour...
Of course Tiger Woods has hired ex-Bush flack Ari Fleischer to manage what has been, to this point, a PR fiasco. Speculation is now that Woods is prepping for a return to professional golf, likely in time for the Masters, in early April.
Over at Front Office Fans they're wondering why, exactly, the media is calling this is a comeback: "usually in sports you are talking about a broken ankle or or a dislocated finger or some sort of tragedy--getting laid usually isn't one of them."
Word has is that the much-delayed remake of Escape From New York is back on track. According to New York magazine New Line is contractually obligated to call the main character "Snake." He also has to wear an eye patch, and he must "always be a bad-ass." Obviously.
But one question remains: Who will fill Kurt Russell's shoes? Gerard Butler was the first choice, but he's departed over creative differences. Sam Worthington is a contender, as is Taylor Lautner. Personally I'd like to see the role go to a more grizzled veteran, like Mickey Rourke or Viggo Mortensen. Or even Ian McShane.
Big Thinking British Dude Niall Ferguson has an interesting polemic in the March/April 2010 issue of Foreign Affairs. His subject: the fall of America. For those who lack the patience (or the subscription info) necessary to wade through the entire wonky treatise, here's a summary:
Imperial collapse may come much more suddenly than many historians imagine. A combination of fiscal deficits and military overstretch suggests that the United States may be the next empire on the precipice.
In other words, it's a warm and fuzzy piece detailing the decline of the Republic. Rock on, America!
The rumors are true. Pavement will play three shows (at least) in NYC, September 21st, 22nd and 23rd. At Central Park's SummerStage. You will see a lot of folks who were young in the early 90s and who now have children, mortgages and sore backs.
According to a somewhat recent government report fewer teens are "sniffing inhalants to get high." Kids today. They have it so easy. Designer drugs, web sites that tell them how to score (or make) pharmaceuticals, access to medical marijuana.
Back in my day the stoners who were inclined to this particular type of illicit activity had to go to a hobby shop or hardware store, score glue, find a paper bag and then inhale. There was a work ethic, and a respect for the process. Teenage Wastleland sure isn't what it used to be.