About to begin the finals marathon. STRESSSSEEEDDDD..... but watching this always makes me happy.
The Beatles are my go-to study music for whatever reason, so I've been listening to them nonstop and re-falling in love them all over again. I also recommend watching their rooftop concert for some excellent nostalgia.
The Boston Globe has an awesome collection of animated before and after pics of some of the famous landmarks that turned their lights off in observation of Earth Hour. Check it out! It's crazy to see Vegas without the lights.
Best Week Ever posted a pretty lulzy photo gallery entitled "50 Animals Who Hate Baths." Highlights include:
Lots of exploitable, lolcat worthy photos. I love the cat ones because they remind me of my own 2 animals who hate baths, but there are plenty of other species too. Check 'em all out here.
We finally got a new look at Charles Manson today, and I for one am disappointed with this year’s model. Where are my beloved crazy eyes? Where is the scraggly Mennonite beard? What about the groovy hair? Sure he’s got the swastika carved into his forehead but it’s looking a bit perfunctory these days, like the polo playing guy on Ralph Lauren shirts. (Note: that faded swastika is a textbook case for why you need to put sunscreen on tattoos!) The craziest thing about the new Charles Manson are his eyebrows, which could use a good waxing.
(booooooring)
For forty years, Charles Manson has been America’s pre-eminent bogeyman, the guy we turned to when we got sick of Oprah and just wanted a lil’ Evil. And for all that time, he’s given us exactly what we asked for: eye rolling, finger wagging, head twitching, mouth frothing. For forty years, the guy couldn’t open his mouth without something creepy falling out.
He was the Cal Ripken Jr. of crazy.
Now though, he’s in his mid-seventies, long past the age when most nutjobs hang up their straitjackets, and it’s clear his heart just isn’t in it anymore. Manson clearly wants to hand the crown to somebody, but nobody is there to take it. Nobody has ever come close to challenging Manson as the undisputed heavyweight of psychopaths. Not Ted Bundy. Not the Zodiac. Not even Jeffrey Dahmer – and he ate people!
That’s so boring, so pedestrian, so bourgeois. Manson didn’t give a shit about money. He was having orgies. He was writing songs. He was dropping acid. He was smearing the word "Pigs" on the walls in blood. Manson was a guy who knew how to be fucking crazy!
What did Bernie Madoff ever do compared to that?
But now it’s clear that Charles Manson’s best days are behind him. His red-rimmed eyes and close-cropped hair give no hint of the rake who once said, “I’m the king, man. I run the underworld. I decide who does what and where they do it at… the game’s mine. I deal the cards.” Friends, that’s my Manson.
Or take this delightful exchange:
What contemporary crazy can compete with that? None – why? They haven’t got the style! They haven’t got the panache! Frankly, they haven’t got the eyebrows. But I believe that somebody's got to be out there. Some meth head in the heartland. Some angry artistic kid with a dream, the dream to outdo Manson. It's a lofty goal, sure, but this is America, damn it! A place where people have dreams so crazy, you'd have to be insane to think of them in the first place. Which, of course, is the whole point.
(Hines Ward, Jack Lambert, Terry Bradshaw, Jerome Bettis, Franco Harris, James Harrison)
You knew that February 1, 2009, that most joyous day for Pittsbugh Steelers fans, could not possibly go without comment from me. But I'll spare you the lengthy tome on my multiple joygasms and simply recap it with pictures. Because everyone likes pictures and not everyone enjoys 5,000 word essays on the majesty of Steeler Nation.
So here's what went down:
The Cardinals were technically the "home" team, but not really
Lamar Woodley got all ninja on the Arizona Cardinals
Ben Roethlisberger posed for a bunch of pictures looking like a big, dumb animal
Giant finger of doom!
Cute kids showed up
Casey Hampton
Troy Polamalu (This baby is going to have some awesome hair with these parents)
Ike Taylor
Mewelde Moore
Coach Mike Tomlin
Then they ate the Lombardi trophy. Nom nom nom.
I think this is Marvel Smith
Ryan Clark came back from losing 2 organs, almost dying, and not knowing if he would ever play football again to being a Super Bowl champion. (This is my favorite pic.)
Mitch Berger (aka the worst punter to ever disgrace the National Football League) is also now a Super Bowl champion. He has a Super Bowl ring and Dan Marino does not. Let that sink in for a minute.
William Gay. I think this moment makes up for a lifetime of torment over his last name. And the fact that no one will ever wear his jersey, no matter how awesome he may become.
James Farrior and Larry Foote are twins y/y?
The fans in Pittsburgh went nuts. They broke a ton of shit and lit stuff on fire and generally acted like a bunch of hooligans. Then they polkaed in the street. (Yes, the Steelers have a polka.)
Over 350,000 people showed up to the victory parade Tuesday @ noon. The population of Pittsburgh is approximately 312,000.
Casey Hampton got shirtless
Steelers owner Dan Rooney wore a hat on top of a hat. Cuz he's gangsta like that.
So you're not a Pittsburgh Steelers fan and you're not an Arizona Cardinals fan, but you've been invited to a Super Bowl party and you need to know who to root for. Before you pick the Cardinals because you're a progressive and you love underdogs, consider a few facts...
Dan Rooney, the 76-year-old owner of the Steelers and a lifelong Republican, endorsed Obama and stumped for him, not just in Pennsylvania but in the surrounding swing states. He did so despite the fact that Obama's promise of increased taxes on the wealthy forced Rooney's family to restructure the ownership of the team.
Pittsburgh head coach Mike Tomlin is also a vocal Obama supporter. At a recent press conference he said, "Barack is selling hope. And I'm buying." Steelers players have spoken out about how they hope to win the Super Bowl in part because it would mean they would be the first championship sports team to visit Obama's White House.
The Cardinals' owners, on the other hand, are major Republican donors. Their donor history can be found on opensecrets.org, but to save you time:
The LA Times reports that team President William Bidwell and Vice President Michael Bidwell each gave $50,000 to Republicans this past election season. Politico adds that as fundraisers for McCain, they bundled upwards of $350,000 for the Republican presidential candidate.
Oh, and Arizona's bible-thumping quarterback Kurt Warner? He starred in an commercial opposing stem cell research in 2006.
Mull that over as you tip back your favorite adult beverage on Sunday evening. ☺
So there you have it. I'd also add the Steelers owner's Rooney Rule bringing more minority coaches into the league and the fact that those thousands of Terrible Towels you'll see being waved during the game are funding a school for kids with mental and physical disabilities.
Also, Snoop Dogg and P. Diddy are big fans, so you know a Steelers victory party > a Cardinals victory party.
Oscars 2013: Let's Drink!
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It's that time again! Another year, another game. And I haven't updated
much else around these parts. Hopefully the drinks will make a night full
of Seth M...
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GOT is on hiatus until I can figure out actually interesting things to
write here that I’m not already putting up on Unfair Park/Observer outlets.
Meantime...
Homemade French Onion Dip
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I couldn’t help but to stop in here to share this really delicious French
Onion Dip that I made last weekend for our condo warming party/Dave’s 29th
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