IT SEEMED LIKE A CLEVER NAME AT THE TIME; NOW I'M STUCK WITH IT
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I just saw the biggest raccoon in my back yard. He was the size of a great dane and just stared at me, bemused. I wish I had a camera that worked, else I’d have taken a picture. You’ll just have to take my word for it.
Via Variety:
And the Oscar hosting gig goes to….Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin.
The duo will serve as cohosts of the 82nd annual Academy Awards, to air live March 7 on ABC.
Martin has hosted the Oscarcast twice before. Baldwin, star of NBC’s “30 Rock,” was a supporting actor nominee in 2003 for “The Cooler.”
11.2.09 8:00pm-9:30pm
My girlfriend’s pussy
11.2.09 3:00-7:00PM
1/2 way into a new pack of Camels
1 Jolly Rancher, grape
2 Big Ass bottles of water
1 Ziploc bag of leftover smoked brisket from BBQ place
A pill I found on the floor, not sure what it is
I had to attend a memorial this weekend. Was embarrassed to discover that I couldn’t fit into a very expensive suit I had bought at Barney’s without straining (the pants, anyway) and it was too late to go to a tailor. The overwhelming shame I felt over this, combined with the disgust I felt after viewing a particularly cherubic headshot taken of me at the Tumblr film meetup thingee, have inspired me to embark upon a regime. TIME TO GET HEALTHY, Y’ALL.
I read that the best way to control food intake, other than cocaine, is to keep a “food diary” of everything that you ingest. Henceforth, we will be beginning a new feature on this here blog, namely a FOOD DIARY…
First entry:
11/2/09 12:00-3:00PM:
32 oz. water
1 pack Emergen-C Tangerine flavor
3/4 pack cigarettes
I’m on my way….
PREDICTION: LiLo’s love life is about to get…uhm…HAIRY.
The New Yorker profiles James Cameron
GAME 2 OF THE NLCS (THE C IS FOR CLUSTERFUCK)
Among the indignities:
— An hour plus to get from Sunset/Alvarado to a parking spot inside the stadium, a situation not helped by the inept parking staff steering everyone into ONE single-file lane and blocking off all potential turns into otherwise clear parking lot aisles where numerous open spaces were visible.
— Heat stroke from combination of 1pm start (thanks, Fox, for starfucking the Yankees and ensuring that all the Dodger games won’t be in prime-time), 95º temperatures and no shade.
— Half-hour plus lines to get food, with understaffed concession counters and multiple closed cash registers (you’d think that with a guaranteed sellout and playoff tickets going for 3x regular prices that the McCourts could spring for a few extra minimum-wage service staff; you’d be wrong).
— Being forced to stand for THE ENTIRE GAME because the fucking rally towel-waving morons seated in front of us refused to sit.
— 90 minutes to get out of the stadium and another hour-plus to get out of the neighborhood, due to the game ending at the precise moment that rush hour started, ON A FUCKING FRIDAY, no less.
Nevertheless, it was all worth it to see Ethier get that walk. GO AZUL!!!!!!!
