Strip club is lifeline for ex-journalist
Best quote, when the guy compares himself to Wolf Blitzer, and DL Hughley calls him the Wolf Blitzer of thongs…
“Yes, we have our own Situation Room”
Too funny.
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25 things I don’t want to know about you
Joel Stein used to write the back page column for Entertainment Weekly some years ago, and they were hilarious. Then randomly, they replaced him with Stephen King, and bless him but he was nowhere near as witty as Mr. Stein.
Click here for a funny article from Stein about that ’25 things’ phenomenon going on in Facebook right now.
I have to admit that it’s a mutual relationship. People who write these lists want attention (wanting attention is not a necessarily bad thing), and those who read it enjoy the time-killing it provides. A diversion from our monotonous jobs, 20 minutes to kill before Judge Judy starts, etc. I think the whole ’25 things’ deal is harmlessly annoying, as long as we’re all on the same page: that I, as well as a good percentage of the people on your friend list, really don’t care.
I’ve tried reading some ‘friends’ lists, but I often get as far as the second thing only to realize that they’re:
a) really, amazingly self-indulgent, even more so than I thought these particular people were.
b) hella boring.
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On a different note, did everyone read that story about the Australian Koala, Sam, saved from the tragic wildfires by a firefighter? It’s such an adorable/heartbreaking story.
Credits, AP Photo
Sam recuperating from her ordeal.
And now, just in time for Valentine’s Day…
Sam, right, and her new boyfriend, Bob, share a moment. Aw, seriously, what’s better than hugging koalas?
License plate inspiration
A few weeks ago I did this graphic explaining how, from now on, frames around cars’ license plates cannot obscure the word “Arizona” at the top of the plate. This is another one of these ridiculous money-making scams that the lovely state of Arizona has decided to adopt. Do not get me started on the photo speeding cameras.
Wrong— you’re a bad Arizonian.
Wrong— I’m calling Sheriff Joe. I hope you like camping, because he’s got a spot for you in Tent City.
Right— Now go drive on our roads so we can catch you speeding on camera and fine you outrageous amounts of money for a violation that a live police officer would have never pulled you let alone ticketed you for.
“If a witness can tell us that a vehicle has an Arizona plate because they can clearly see it, that helps us immensely,” said Harold Sanders, a spokesman for the state Department of Public Safety.
Yes, because the purple cactus is so overused by other states.
You see, here in Arizona, we care about the details. I feel much safer knowing that valuable police resources are being spent patrolling the streets for license plate frame criminals. Interestingly enough, at the beginning of December, half of the 26 cars in the Arizona Senate parking lot had illegal frames around their plates.
At any rate, while I was working on that graphic, I was inspired by the Arizona plate, and well, I’m a sucker for grungy Photoshop brushes, so that’s how the new banner/masthead came about. I also thought the font was slightly “western” looking without being too obvious and corny. I’m thinking I could’ve done a bit more with the typography, like a stroke or a shadow or some sort. Eh, I can always update.
Oh, right, it’s 2009
Coming out of school, you’d like to hold on to this idea of working at something you love, or at least like. Then you get a job and you continue to hold on to this idea of growth and mentoring that you experienced with your professors.
And then it hits you. When push comes to shove, you truly are just a pawn. And why shouldn’t you be? Nobody owes you anything, and nobody is going to be looking out for you. It makes total sense. It still sucks to realize that you’re one of the many people go through life working a job that merely pays the bills yet fulfill no dreams, no passions, no excitement. I always had an idea that this was the norm, but I wanted to be the exception. Always trying to be the exception seems to lead to a lifetime of disappointment.
Who knows what 2009 has in store. If I knew what I wanted out of it, I could tell you how it can get better or worst. But I don’t know what I want out of the next 12 months. Ideally, I would be living in Venice (Italy, not California, though I’m sure it’s lovely there too) making a living out of eating bread, cheese and gelato, taking photos and/or listening to music. I could go on, but you don’t come here for my writing, so here’s someone else’s (sorry, no photos, I was just posting so you see I’m alive).
It’s an interesting article about a subject I never thought an article needed writing about. It talks about what has happened, or will happen, to the identified remains of some of the 9/11 hijackers. Here’s an excerpt…
In June 2002, Miller, the Pennsylvania coroner, received a 4 a.m. phone call from a man in Lebanon who claimed he was the uncle of one of the hijackers. The man wanted to know why his nephew’s remains hadn’t been returned. “And I said, ‘Well, we’re not sure which one’s which’,” Miller recalls. “If he had any DNA material he could send me, I could cross-match like we did for the passengers and crew. Then I pointed out the FBI had custody of the remains—and that was the end of it.” Would Miller have made the effort? He says the FBI has the final say, but as for him: “Absolutely,” he says. “They are human beings that have passed away in the commonwealth just like my great granddad. I can’t arbitrarily say who I will apply the law to … The Good Lord will sort out their deeds.”
And on a final note. I helped my dad get a blog like this, so he can post his travel photos from years past. He’s still working on his computer skills, so wish him well! His site is at www.domingolapadula.com.
Dust storm
Check out a cool video of what looks like a killer dust storm here.
Kinda like a horror movie where the mist is coming to get ya. Here’s a photo from the 9th floor of the Republic.
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