Years ago, I was a reporter working at the Republican National Convention in Dallas. One day I overheard 60 Minutes curmudgeon Andy Rooney speaking to a companion. He said something like, “I couldn’t believe the quality of the food at that place!”
So it seemed fitting to me that Rooney’s final commentary on Sunday ended with, “If you do see me in a restaurant, please, just let me eat my dinner.” Bon appetit, old fart!
Folks in Minnesota are excited about the Lynx, a women’s basketball team on the verge of winning the WNBA championship. Women’s sports often struggle to attract media attention and, until recently, the Lynx have been no exception.
The pictures below have absolutely nothing to do with sports, and I suppose it’s sexist to post them, but look what I found on Lynx guard Candice Wiggins’s Facebook page. Hey, it’s the first rule of advertising: Get the customer’s attention.
hmmmm … lots of lingering shots of Dylan McDermott’s bare backside in the first episode of American Horror Story, butt the show seemed to go out of its way to avoid any displays of female flesh. Connie Britton had sex — without so much as removing her slip. A maid played with herself — without removing her uniform.
Ryan Murphy is the openly gay brains behind Glee, Nip/Tuck, and now this series. That might explain things.
As for the show itself, the jury is still out. I didn’t think it was particularly scary, but it was stylish and had some fun nods to horror films of the past. I especially dug the music, which borrowed everything from the whistling in Twisted Nerve to Bernard Herrmann’s soaring score in Vertigo.
Seems like every week there is some pressing reason to post a picture of a sexy actress’s rear end. This week, it’s David Letterman grilling George Clooney about Vera Farmiga’s bare ass in Clooney’s movie Up in the Air.
Letterman: “You see her butt … I was just curious, was that hers, or a stand-in’s?”
Clooney: “I’m not really at liberty to answer that question.”
Clearly, some research was called for. Someone needed to get to the bottom of this. According to Web sites that study this sort of thing, the derriere in question belongs to a body double named Sarah Tuttle (above). But just in case Dave is reading this, here is a picture of Farmiga’s actual butt, from something called Running Scared:
The media informs us that Jesus Christ died this week. Funny, because I thought I was getting along just fine in life, more or less, for many years before I even heard of Steve Jobs. And I suspect that I will get along just fine, more or less, now that Jobs has gone to iHeaven.
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