Looking at the photo that illustrates this article, you have to wonder just how many M&Ms were made available for her backstage during Madonna’s last tour.
The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers
“Tigger ‘fondled my breast’” is a classic tabloid headline and, fortunately for Michael Chartrand, contains a classic tabloid lie [free Telegraph registration required]. Disney might be re-employing him, but I don’t think they’ll be putting him in a tiger suit again any time soon.
“Meaning Has No Consideration When I Play”
LA Scrabble™ champion adopts Aussie rules.
The Glasgow Conference Is Over
He’s back. He’s beige. He’s of marriageable age. He’s PooterGeek, European ‘Blogger of Culture 1990.
Somewhere To Hang Your Spoons
My recent trifling Hallé Berry item has attracted seven comments so far. Particular attention has been paid to Ms Berry’s “nice rack”. Although it is not completely visible in this picture, Nigella Lawson also has a nice rack. I look forward to its becoming available for purchase.
Innovative And Resourceful
Courtesy of my dad and this agency piece in the Guardian, the latest gem from George W:
“Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we,” George Bush told an audience of military brass and Pentagon chiefs. “They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we.”
Certain To Be The Finest Political Movie Of The Year
I cannot wait to see Team America: World Police. As an almost-lifelong fan of Thunderbirds and a supporter of Good in the global War on Evil, I started laughing when the trailer reached its half-way point and didn’t stop until well after it had finished.
That Question Again
Yesterday at noon I was packing my bag in a hotel room, booked in advance over the Web, when the television turned itself on and told me that it was time for me to check out. A taxi with GPS picked me up and took me to Glasgow airport. There I waited for a ticketless flight that I had also booked over the Web. After I arrived, I browsed my Weblog on my mobile phone in an airport lounge and read a comment posted there by a friend in the Philippines. Then I rang a freephone number to connect to a more reasonably priced international phone service provider so that I could catch up with another friend in Israel, who told me about the latest terrorist scare at Heathrow airport. In return, I shared with her my gossip about some of her former colleagues at an Israeli research institute who had been attending the same international conference I had just left.
All that computer and communications technology is amazing, but if I had had my personal anti-grav transport by now I wouldn’t have had to deal with the flight being delayed by two-and-half-hours. It’s 2004. It’s four years overdue. Where is my flying car?
Even I’m Having A Cow About This One
Competition For The Carpenters And The Osmonds
In the race to be weirdest family pop act of all time, the Trachtenburgs are driving a station wagon very fast. [Thanks to James “le goth” Arthur of Richard‘s film composition course. Requires RealPlayer.]
House Of Pain
It’s not big and it’s not clever, but it’s a measure of how grim things are for the Conservative party that Labour can get away with a gimmick like this. Bet the Democrats wish they had such a divided opposition to deal with. [Free registration required; contains parochial British politics that may render overseas readers unconscious.]
Not Exactly Heroes
How’s this for ‘Blogger solipsism? Two people whose work I admire have died this week. Henri Cartier-Bresson is the second. Check out the retrospective at Magnum. (While I’m on the subject, have a look at this very un-H C-B Photo of the Week at photo.net). The way things are going, Aretha Franklin had better remember to take her heart medication over the next few days.
A PooterGeek Poll?
What’s more annoying: the one-sentence-per-paragraph formatting of this story or its poor-me, whining celebrity content?
Beauty is a curse: Halle Berry
Halle Berry. She was the first African-American to represent America at the Miss World pageant.
She has won enough beauty titles to last a lifetime.
And she has an Oscar (Monster’s Ball) to her credit.
But Halle Berry would happily give up her beauty!
People magazine reports the Catwoman saying, ‘Let me tell you something — being thought of as a beautiful woman has spared me nothing in life. No heartache, no trouble. Love has been difficult. Beauty is essentially meaningless and it is always transitory.’
Halle is one of Hollywood’s most well-dressed and stylish women. She has also acted in films like Catwoman and Die Another Day which show off her elegant body.
Halle also came strongly down on the human obsession with youth.
‘Personally, I’m really saddened by the way women mutilate their faces today in search of that,’ she said. ‘There is this plastic, copycat look evolving and that’s frightening to me. It’s really insane and I feel sad that’s what society is doing to women.’
What Are They Good For?
The front page of some editions of today’s Daily Mail screams “WAR ON MIDDLE INCOME STUDENTS”. Given what the Mail thinks of as “middle income”, where do I sign up?
Michael Crichton Is Annoying (And Mostly Right)
Michael Crichton is a doctor, a best-selling author, and unfairly good-looking. He also gets to make a fortune both writing science fiction horror novels and at the same time debunking science “fact” horror stories. Backword Dave calls the Drake Equation “crack cocaine”. It is. Crichton breathed its vapours deeply before he made this famous public attack on junk research.
Still No Vaccine Against Stupidity
Anthony “Black Triangle” Cox isn’t around any more to flag this, so I will.
The Great British Public
It is a fitting memorial to the spirit of that time.
The Hussein Bridge Disaster
Norm is too polite. Scotland’s “Poet Laureate” combines a tin ear, bathos, and fashionable stupidity to give us a poem about Saddam that William McGonagall would have been proud of. Please, someone, tell me it was a spoof, written to draw in people like us.
Single-Stranded DNA
In the business some people call one strand “Watson” and the other “Crick”. A moment's silence, please, for the loss of a helix.
Burks
I’m in a bit of a hurry, so no time for commentary, but this is one most Western feminists should read, courtesy of Claire Berlinski.
You Can Type This Stuff…
Straights don't have a monopoly on terrible “romantic” genre fiction. Start at the bottom of this page and read the blurbs as far as you can take it.
No, this wasn't the result of a search for “lesbian” “rap”.
Please Don't Ask Why…
…I'm up at this hour. Just read the posts and ignore any spelling mistakes.
God, moths are stupid.
Next!
The Internet Movie Database's Fresh Faces is a showcase for less well-known actors and a monument to American dentistry. You can play casting director and flip through the talent ruthlessly, ticking or crossing the potential of the hopefuls on the basis of their (no-doubt Photoshopped) publicity photos alone. Whether you are male or female; straight, gay, or space-alien; there are tens of beautiful wannabes for you to gawp at. It's addictive. And Anita Matthys is stunning.
(While I was browsing this or some other crappy celebrity site yesterday evening, one of those “featured personals” adverts popped up at the side of the page. Beneath a photo of a tattooed young woman was her list of the five items she couldn't live without. The first was “Ritilin”. Call me Mister Fussypants, but when I'm dating a woman who's being treated with psychotropic drugs for her mental problems, I like her to be able to spell her medication.)
Ad-led
Vote for America's Favourite Icon at Yahoo! It's got to be Charlie the Tuna.
Little Big League
Talking of my dad, he'll be interested in this. It's a shame Harry's Place's comments are currently disabled because I wouldn't be surprised if he'd got one or two things to say about it as well.
So Simple It's Brilliant
“So you are saying we just ask the Americans to let us install our spies in Iraq?”
“Why not? They've fallen for everything else.”
Bitchin'
Over at Who Knew?, Jeremy Brown commented as-it-happened on (Hillary's introduction and) Bill Clinton's speech to the Democratic convention. He did it with the kind of wicked mockery that friends and sympathisers specialise in:
“[Clinton is striking the right tone, somewhere between that stadium enthusiasm and the sound of an actual human speaking as if off-the-cuff. He hasn’t said anything of actual meaning yet. I’ll let you know when he does]”
“The man should have been a diplomat, a preacher, or perhaps a traveling spokesman for Transcendental Meditation or Insurance. He is also the living embodiment of the fact that public speaking, though it’s a good start, just ain’t leadership.”
(If I ever do go into politics, I expect my dad's 'Blog will be full of stuff like that.)
Feel The Fear
There's only one thing scarier for a 'Blogger than being linked to by Slashdot or Instapundit, that's getting hits from the Carter-Ruck libel practice in your server logs, as I did yesterday. Mummy.
Lingo
Yesterday I stumbled upon a 'Blog that was news to me, but I think I'll be watching from now on. According to its URL, “Language Log” is broadcasting from the University of Pennsylvania and seems to be staffed by linguistics profs from other top US universities. Stories that caught my eye include one on the popularization of the International Phonetic Alphabet by marketing gonks, one about Clinton's censorship of his own book for the British market, one linking to an attack on Slate's “Kerryism of the Day” feature and a defence of a non-moonbat anti-war campaigner, and a close analysis of the meaning and derivation of the phrase “could care less”. I didn't have the time to check thoroughly that that the content wasn't bollocks, but it's certainly intriguing. If you're interested in language it's a Web page you might want to avoid for fear of being sucked into endless browsing.
Never Say Never Again
So I agreed in the end. They renewed my licence to kill; I loaded my PPK; I strapped on the chronograph with its plutonium-powered homing device; I got back into the Aston Martin; and I went into action. I asked for Clooney, Connery, and Berry as co-stars. What did they send me? A bunch of Cambridge dons.
[photo of Pembroke College June Event received from the Anonymous Economist today—click to enlarge]
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