By now, everybody knows that reform-minded/law-and-order-spouting
New York governor
Eliot Spitzer has been implicated in a major call-girl ring bust. (Pun-lovers,
don't go there.)
This is sad for his voters, supporters, and family, of course,
but given things that are really wrong in the world, we'd rank this particular
non-event substantially below, say, African genocide and (only because Spitzer
is an elected official) a half-step above Britney's shopping list.
On the off chance you're one of the three people who hasn't seen the original, the above will be much funnier after you watch this.
One thing we're gonna miss about the Hollywood writers' strike: dudes are gonna have less time on their hands for stuff like this. We only wish Mitt had dropped out a week later, if only so we coulda heard Fred Armisen warble "I saw my dad march with MLK."
This past Saturday, I visited Gloucester, Massachusetts. While there, I didn’t duck into the Cape Ann Historical museum, didn’t check out the docks where the fishermen hang or any quant little art galleries. Instead, I searched with my friend for about 2.5 hours in the cold, armed with a little yellow and black GPS device, for a hidden treasure.?xml:namespace>
It's Saturday, October 20th. Like most days that follow Friday, you plan to spend this one gathering up all of your sweets in the house and plopping down in front of the computer for a half day of TV, courtesy of the UK-based website TV Links. Complacent and happy, you press the necessary keys that would normally take you to the free goodness.