Quoted directly from AT: “With respect to Alexander, I believe this has been Andrew Sullivan’s terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.”
Question: If someone can cook up women’s shirts that announce which Sex and the City character one fancies oneself to be, why can’t we get men’s shirts that identify which one they think they ought to be dating? After all, guys who fancied Charlotte probably ought to come with orange vests and eartags, so why shouldn’t someone make some money there? (To answer the obvious rejoinder: No, of course not. I doubt there’s even a full list for Samantha’s. And the Chris-Noth-character shirt is just too frat-rat-chic for serious consideration.)
Oh Jesus fucking Christ on a breadstick. (I blame David Horsey, and thank Salon for making with the funny in the opening to their piece.) What we need now is a Corvair, the trunk key, some duct tape, and a little advice from Eminem.
More on the A-Rod move. Recommended reading for anyone who’s overdoses on Yankees hate these past few days.
Oooh, Mel Gibson’s father is an evil old fart. Wonder how he’s going to blame the devoutly-to-be-wished backlash on the “worldwide Jewish conspiracy?” (Clearly never spent ten minutes in a room with members of my tribe; as they say, “Where there are two Jews, there are three opinions.”) Also, while we’re here, perhaps one of these nutburgers could explain how the Vatican 2 reforms, which I understand to have been given all or in part ex cathedra, are not to be followed? Are they only compelled to listen to the Pope when they like what he’s saying, like the part where Mel Gibson says his wife is going to hell despite the sainthood-inducing task of putting up with Mel and her father-in-law? (Yes, ladies, maybe she does tape his mouth shut around the house. Though I think he’s just generally kind of icky, so for me even that wouldn’t do the trick.) (UPDATE: Two lightning strikes, a woman dropping dead at a screening, and now the Number of the Beast appearing on show tickets — Gibson’s down with the mammon on this one, but you have to ask yourself if he is in fact mentioned by name in Revelations. It’s certainly starting to look that way.)
Yeah, right. Nothing to do with anything, Coach Osborne. We love you, but do you honestly think we think you’re oblivious to what this looks like? (And also, heh.)
A particularly nasty e-card exploit is making the rounds; this one will steal your banking info. Beware!