MICHAEL JACKSON’S GOT HIS JURY
“The racial and ethnic breakdown appeared to be: seven whites, four Hispanics and one Asian.”
Yeah, that’s pretty much what his racial and ethnic breakdown appears to be as well.
I am so one of those people who sing songs for years without ever really knowing the words — basically humming, but with words of, evidently, my own choosing. Over the years I’ve amassed some favorites:
When you get caught
Between the world and new york city
I know it’s crazy but it’s true
If you get caught
Between the world and new york city
The best that you can do
The best that you can do
Is fall in love
or
The heart of rock and roll is Tibetan (Ti-beat-an)(I likely saw the word Tibetan somewhere before I knew about the country Tibet (or how to pronounce it) and how unlikely it is that rock ‘n’ roll’s heart would be there)
and of course,
Papa don’t preach, I’m in trouble please
Papa don’t preach, I’m in Loser Sea
But I made up my mind, I’m keeping my baby, oh
I’m gonna keep my baby, mmm…
Well, now I can add, the Boss:
I was uploading Springsteen’s greatest hits and I wondered what the song “Brilliant Disguise” was. Well, lo and behold I was very familiar with it, except I thought the words were:
“Is that youuuuu baby, or just a bridge in disguise?”
HAHHAHAHAHHHAHAHAH, I kill me.
Well, I missed the Christo exhibit this weekend due to the unexpected snow dump on the tri-state area (Dear L.A.: please keep your Pacific storms to yourself.) and then spent an hour Monday digging my poor baby out from under it. (Isn’t she puhrty?)
Evidently, New York’s in for another blast tomorrow night, so I am suddenly pysched that I’ve got a business conference on the Left Coast this weekend and should be on a flight heading for Berkeley tomorrow afternoon.
F.Y.I.
I received an e-mail with the following paragraph:
This email is going out to
pretty
much all the friend’s I’ve ever had (provided we’re still on good terms
and I have your email address on record), because I want to invite YOU
to
my house to welcome me into my next decade!!! I am planning a full
weekend party — crash space provided! — with games, movies, food, and
whatever else. Heck, if we want to move some furniture around, we could
have a dance party in my living room and dining room, for all I care
(maybe the crystal chandelier could refract light like a disco
ball…)!
So, as a service to my readers, I want you all to be aware that there are people who think: ‘Go fuck yourself…hard’ is ending things on “good terms,” given that was the last line of the last e-mail I sent this guy four years ago.
Go figure.
Well, like they say: the more you know.
Clareified: All about education and information. We now resume our PG rated posts, already in progress.
Apparently the ritzy gambling lounge, which sits above an Off-Track Betting shop in the W. 70s and accommodates about 100 players, is well-known to local wealthy business types.
But that doesn’t necessarily make it legal: Because the owners take a percentage of every table’s “rake,” it likely constitutes a felony.
“The law says that if there is a house, someone making a profit, that is not the same as four or five people getting together and playing a friendly game,” explained Manhattan district attorney spokeswoman Barbara Thompson. “Promoting gambling in the first degree is when you engage in bookmaking and receive bets totaling $5,000 or more. That’s an E felony, which is up to four years in prison.”
As always, this does not constitute legal advice, it’s just an article from the Daily News.
Of course, it leads me to wonder about the legality of Party Poker.
Headlines from CNN five minutes ago:
Bush: ‘Ridiculous’ to assume U.S. plans Iran attack
Quake flattens villages in Iran, 400 dead
Which of course begs the question…where was Karl Rove at 5:55 this morning?
When Curtis told MaryAnne that Henry Powell was in CTU custody and asked her if she wanted to “say hello”, I totally thought they were going to pull a ‘Weekend at Bernie’s’ and pretend Powell was still alive, so that she’d reveal what she knows to him.
Oh, well.
And what’s with Behrooz pulling a Charlie and shooting an unarmed man that everybody wanted to interrogate?
And this week’s time warp: at approximately, 4:43:20 Heller says that ten minutes ago Jack asked him to reinstate Tony, but Tony only agreed to return at approxiamately 4:38:27.
From laughing so hard:
“We recognize that reform will not happen overnight,” Mr. Bush said in the grand setting of Concert Noble, a 19th century hall. “We must always remind Russia, however, that our alliance stands for a free press, a vital opposition, the sharing of power and the rule of law – and the United States and all European countries should place democratic reform at the heart of their dialogue with Russia.”
Few things say “gay” like screaming “I’m not gay” to someone who has just caught you making out with another guy.
SERIOUSLY
How cute is Hillary Clinton?
On President Bush’s meeting with Vladimir Putin:
“Well, Tim, I’m hopeful the Prsident won’t just look into his soul, but perhaps convey a very strong case against some of the moves that President Putin has been making.”