Disappointment of the Day: WigSalon’s Sarah Palin wig is actually just their Raquel Welsh model.
The wig’s going to be the easy part of my costume. But I’m still looking into a financially feasible way to circle the West Hollywood Halloween Carnaval in a seaplane, firing a high-powered rifle at confederates in wolf outfits as I run them ragged up and down Santa Monica Blvd, all while keeping civilian casualties to a minimum.
Black Monday, indeed: Outside a devastated Lehman Brothers, Stern show Wack Packers Sal and Richard take refuge in each other’s embrace (and in some nipple-licking, just for good measure).
[The action unfolds around the :42 mark.]
Is this more evidence of Sarah Palin’s sense of humor (see her RNC speech for her facility with Triumph-style insult comedy), or proof that she’s exceptionally lazy? Pairing a suit jacket with jeans instead of a skirt doesn’t really constitute a Halloween costume.
Thank God I’m huge and don’t have to get involved in these potentially deadly squabbles.
[via caro]
Sophie Can Walk: One family’s brave journey to defy the miracle-haters who claimed their baby would never walk…before her first birthday.
Brilliant. Moving. True.
[via nickdouglas]
“Obviously two trains are not supposed to be at the same place at the same time.” -Metrolink spokeswoman Denise Tyrell, regarding today’s big trainwreck.
The Price is Right Losing Horn
Is it bad that this echoes in the back of my mind on a seemingly infinite loop?
I think it’s imperative that we all start pulling apart the Russian* nesting dolls of lies represented by these latest, obviously fake pregnancies and try to figure out who that knocked-up fetus is covering for. My gut tells me that Todd Palin and the trophy girl from his last snowmobile race** are somehow involved.
[*Russia’s close to Alaska, donchaknow! You can see it from that one island way out there, youbetcha!]
[**Makes no sense whatsoever. Or does it?]
Well, maybe from Rushmore through Zissou, but didn’t we all let go of that particular fantasy after Darjeeling Limited? No? Could be I’m just fickle that way with my directorial fixations. Then again, I just saw Burn After Reading, and I’m still willing to visualize every sexual encounter going forward as a key party with the Coens and Frances McDormand.
The Cajun Boy goes Hollywood. Well, goes around Hollywood.
Here’s the trailer to Huge. And this is a link to part one of the pilot. Go watch now.