Testifying before a house panel on Thursday, an official with the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration gave the following estimate: About three-quarters of the oil that spilled into the Gulf from BP’s ruptured well is still in the environment
Apparently someone over at NPR has been trolling our website for story ideas. First, they took a shot at our film critic Peter Keough for taking a shot at Scott Pilgrim fanboys. For their second Phoenix namedrop in a week, we turn to Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me!,
NPR's weekly news quiz show. In a reoccurring segment
entitled "Who's Carl This Time?", the show's official scorekeeper Carl
Kasell rattles off quotes and one lucky contestant gets to guess what
timely news story he's referencing in his quote.
Did you enjoy Boston's First Annual Food Truck Festival earlier this month? We sure did, as did the thousands of hungry Bostonians who flocked to Harrison Avenue in search of tacos, hot dogs, cupcakes, and other meals on wheels. So we were totally psyched to hear this huge news from the SoWa Open Market crew today: starting August 29, food trucks will be in SoWa every Sunday through October (when the market goes into hibernation mode).
Ladies (and closeted gentleman) of the 80's and 90's: rejoice! Two of America's all-time favorite boy bands have joined forces.
Thunder Cats Gooooooo! The New Kids on the Block and the Backstreet
Boys are planning a tour together. Which should be epic (not epically
good, per say. Or epically bad. Just.
(Photo courtesy of look at this fucking hipster)
guy decided to photograph the contents of various Atlanta hipsters'
purses and man-bags to try to determine what makes the average hipster
tick. Cameras, smokes and various Urban Outfitter accoutrements abound.
While not a single one of the 24 (male and female) subjects seem to have
a condom on them.
If there's one thing that should be abundantly clear by now, it's
that pervy video-mogul Joe Francis' dick is really important to him.
Like, super important. His dick is the key that unlocked his entire
career. His dick is the coon hound (poon hound?) that navigates him
through the perilous woods of ugly, uptight chicks straight to the easy, large-breasted,
semi-comatose big game that is his livelihood.
For all the anger, political strategizing and stabs in the heart that the plans to build a Muslim community center near ground zero may have brought about, land-use and zoning experts say opponents of the project have very little legal basis on which to rest their argument.
Ice Cream Social for Dogs | Free ice cream from Polka Dog Bakery for dogs
and free gelato for their human friends, plus pet-care advice and photos | Joe
Wex Dog Recreation Space at Peters Park, 1277 Washington St, Boston
| August 19: 5-7 pm | arlboston.org
Bazaar Bizarre | Odd-craft
fair with live music and 40 vendors | Union
| August 21: 4-8 pm | bazaarbizarre.
Last night's Mad Men - possibly the best of the new season so far? Maybe it's just me, but I tend to enjoy episodes with heavy Pete/Peggy content. On the downside, not very much Roger for the second straight week, possibly because John Slattery directed this one. Anyway, grab yourself a pear and come by this space at 12:30 today to discuss the episode with our panel; you're probably spacing out on your conference call anyway.
Hide yo kids. Hide yo wife.
I've never been to San Francisco, but judging by this report,
I'm going to have to go ahead and assume it's a city full of soulless
(but fit) assholes who hate seeing joy in little children's eyes.
According to USA Today,
the city of San Francisco is considering banning the sale of Happy
Meals (and whatever the Burger King equivalent is) unless the fast food
chains are willing to offer more nutrition in their kids meals.
A typical day in the life of Jason Schwartzman probably includes cocktails by the pool in the Coppola Compound. Cousin Sofia's boyfriend just might pop in and serenade him with a Phoenix song on the acoustic guitar. Then Kristen Dunst swings by and they go for a swim, and Wes Anderson shows up with his model train set, and Jarvis Cocker is there and they start playing together, and so's Gwennyth and she starts singing too, but she's fucking unbearable, so Uncle Francis busts it up by regaling them with stories about that one time he and James Caan drove to Tijuana, and then everyone laughs and there's wine and pink champagne and bubbles, lots and lots of bubbles.
Most of America is still reeling from KFC's Double Down (and coming
to terms with our newly minted diabetes) and now Denny's hits us with
THIS. Looking like a dish that could quite easily make the cut on This
Is Why You're Fat, the Fried Cheese Melt is exactly what it sounds like.
Except a lot grosser. With a side of fries.
This went down at a "Carrie-Oke" contest sponsored by Wichita's KSN TV. And it really doesn't need any further explanation. Other than a
friendly warning to anyone thinking about cheating on this guy: DON'T DO
IT. It also brings to mind this poor kid, who would be a happy single lady, ring on it or not,...if only his dad would let him.
Remember when you were little and your mom told you that if you
swallowed too many watermelon seeds a watermelon would start growing in
your stomach? And that if you kept chowing down your matchbox cars tiny
little pit crews would start drag racing in your colon? Well, maybe that
last one was just us. Anyway, one Bedford man probably should have heeded his mother's warnings.
We've long been able to depend on Mel Gibson for his thoughtful insights
into the world. He always seems to know what's what, whether he's
decrying an entire religion or dispensing wisdom about a woman's wifely
duties, damn it. Give him a soapbox and Mel will know what to do with
it. And the tainted fruit doesn't fall far from the tree of good and evil, apparently.