My friend Clare caused me great psychological distress today. I think I need therapy to re-repress the frightening childhood memories that she caused me to recall this evening. Here’s the scene: I am unwinding on the couch with my laptop after an exceedingly long day of handling mindbogglingly epic crises Read more…
Yeah, I’m not old enough to remember that either. But anyway, I hear they used to do that. If they ever get the wild hair to try it again, I hope they show this video, because I’m absolutely in love with it. It’s so freaking beautiful.
While catching up on past episodes of The Daily Show I’d backlogged on TiVo, I ran across this classic moment: I can imagine two different scenarios for how this happened: The American Idol hippie dude’s move was more subtle, and Comedy Central’s blur-meister missed it Comedy Central’s censors have some Read more…
The latest installment of Dave’s weekly TV column is up on Cinescape. Check it out here. This week he takes a moment to introduce himself. His name is Humpty, rhymes with an umpty … oh wait. That’s someone else. My bad. (Digital Underground, TV Wasteland … anybody could make that Read more…
Did Ashlee’s dad read my earlier post? Ashlee Simpson’s dad blames acid reflux disease for `Saturday Night Live’ gaffe Key quote: “And he said she’s never used the extra help onstage before.” Sure. And Bill Clinton didn’t inhale.
Did anybody watch SNL this weekend? I didn’t. But I caught up with the hubub this morning. For those of you who haven’t heard yet, freshly-minted pop starlet Ashlee Simpson had a rather embarrassing evening. Apparently her sound guy (or the computer he was using, according to her publicist) goofed Read more…