Taking a break from all the strike stuff, this a video that had me rolling on the floor. It seems like Tupac was hiding out in Tony La Russa’s body. The genius who made this at We are the Postmen deserves internet residuals.
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So first there was the denim wedding dress and now, Mary Milan, my betrothed and incurable cheesehead, wants to change our classy and elegant city meets country wedding into a Green Bay Packers themed affair such as the nuptials of this Fond du Lac couple.
All through the Packers’ victory tonight on Monday Night Football, she kept trying to convince me to change our colors from wine and chocolate to green and yellow. I know that the wedding day is all about the bride but Mary Milan must be stopped.
Postea: That’s not Mary Milan nor me in the photo taken a few weeks back at the Bears-Packers game. That is, however, Justin Timberlake in the background, not wanting James Vanderbeek’s life, and shotgunning a Miller Lite. As the man who already broughten sexy back, J.T. is obviously a lifetime member of the More Taste League. Jessica Biel was at the game too.
The world should have ended last night at 8:49 pm when Barry Bonds hit his 756 homerun breaking Hank Aaron’s all-time record.
By the way the San Diego announcer prayed to god that he wouldn’t have to announce the record breaking homerun, it seemed like the moment the homerun was hit, Bonds would snarl, grow horns and turn into the devil, split the earth open and take us all on a ride to hell on the HGH-expressway.
But none of that happened. The earth is still spinning. Water is still wet. The sky is still blue. And while Democracy is only hanging on by a thread, we can’t directly pin that on Bonds.
Ingmar Bergman, Bill Walsh and Michelangelo Antonioni all pass on the same day.
Jeez. I don’t have a lot to say. The Trilogy with Monica Vitti was a revelation; Blow Up is one of the best films ever made; The last shot in Zabriskie Point and the shot where everybody disappears in Red Dessert blew my mind; I’ve been working on a loose adaptation of The Passenger for a looooong time.
If Bill Walsh was a man I aspired to be like functionally, then Antonioni was a man I aspired to be like artistically.
He was 94.
Bill Walsh, a man who I aspired to be when I was a wee youth, passed away today.
I was too young to understand why the West Coast Offense was revolutionary, all I knew was that the 49ers won a whole lot because they were classy, smart, hard-working, professional, and that the organization was best exemplified in their avuncular but fiercely competitive head coach.
In many ways, I’ve always run my shows and play rehearsals in the same way that I imagine Bill Walsh would have run football practices: an abundance of smart and detailed preparation so when “game day” came (the shoot or a performance), we would be ready for multiple contingencies and be able to make good choices in the heat of battle.
He was 75.
“Bravely Mad Dementia.” Get used to it.
That’s all.
And speaking of bravely mad dementia (which Google confirms as official phrase coinage), do you know where Johnny Hong Kong goes when he needs a pseudonym?
The Ron Mexico name generator, of course.***
My Ron Mexico name is Jorge Iran. Mary Milan’s is Wanda Belarus.
What’s yours?
***My posting of this link does not condone dog fighting or the transmittal of the herpes under a clever pseudonym in any way.
David Mamet is making a movie about mixed martial arts. It’s called Redbelt and it centers on a Jiu-jitsu master who has never fought in the ring but because his honor is besmirched by “a cabal of movie stars and promoters,” he must enter the octagon to settle the score.
Seriously? Doesn’t a Pulitzer prize winning playwright have anything better to do than writing and directing what is essentially a mid-80′s martial arts movie? I mean, come on, Best of the Best, anyone? No Retreat, No Surrender?
A-B-C.
Always Be Choking.
Practical jiujitsu maxim.
