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Archive for August, 2008
Does this look like the Depue VFW? I know he was there at the boat races in 2004 campaigning for Senate.
These screencaps were taken from the big 10 minute video that played before Barack’s acceptance speech last night in Denver. So, if it is Depue… This 15 seconds of video was sent to millions of households around the nation by Network and cable TV news. Click the link below the pictures to view. It’s from 4:19 to 4:31.
Recognize any faces? I grabbed this from the Democratic National Convention website. Here is the direct link to the video… You have to download Silverlight and some video player program to get it to play.
*UPDATE: Gary Vicini of Hall HS called this morning and said he saw his friend Mary Jane Marini shaking Barack’s hand on TV last night and about fell out of his chair. CONFIRMING THIS IS THE DEPUE VFW!
OK — Black and Green? I’m not sold that this is the “best” bathroom America has to offer.
Really?! Married in a bathroom?
Check out Chicago’s Signature Room and Rockford’s Brio… both pictures are cooler than the Hermitage Hotel.
I’d like to see a list of the “Worst” bathrooms. What’s the first place you think of, when it comes to the worst bathrooms?
Gwen Stefani/Gavin Rossdale’s newest addition… Little Zuma Nesta Rock, born August 21st. Wow. Celeb’s have a lot of pressure on them to outdo each other naming babies. Did Frank Zappa set this standard over 40 years ago?
Frank Zappa’s kids are famous themselves now… and have famous names: Meet Frank’s kids born in the late 60′s early 70′s:
Thanks Frank… for the music… and especially for setting the bar for all celebrity’s kid names.
Michael Levine, veteran celebrity PR guy, who represented several A-listers… visits with me. We talk Michael Phelps and Madonna. He sounds tired. I don’t think they get up before noon in LA. Which 9:30 central is 7:30 pacific. His book is Guerilla PR 2.0.
Not much of a writer? Can’t even write bad poetry? Click Below:
I wrote the first line of this poem:
Bigfoot is on the loose
His old lady Bertha said noway!
The juice is loose.
But genital warts save the day
That’s gotta be the worst poem EVER. Can you beat it?
I used to do this with my kids… When they were babies. I hope they bleached after that fella.
But… you know, it’s nice to see the employees are bathing. I’ve seen some scary individuals making my burgers.
This up and coming artist stops by the studio for a performance back in February. This is a best-of podcast this week!
An online petition is being floated asking for the U2 frontman to retire from public life… The point.com says it’s objective is “To get Bono to retire from public life (so he’ll stop leading misguided counter-productive philanthropy efforts) ….and, simultaneously…. to make a huge donation to fight AIDS.” So far, the petition has raised a total of $1,072. Hmm… seems they’ve got a ways to go before reaching what Bono has done for AIDS. But, their argument is strong, ” RED has spent $40 million more on marketing than it has raised from the sales of RED products. They should have just spent the $100 million from marketing directly on AIDS charities & it would have been far more effective. Essentially its been one huge advertisement for GAP, American Express, and for Bono himself. It begs the question, is the RED campaign really spreading awareness about AIDS, or merely leveraging AIDS to market a new audience of people who want their philanthropy to fit in with their life-style.”
Got this in an email from Patty:
Bono, the lead singer of the band, U2, is famous throughout the entertainment industry for being more than just a little self-righteous. At a recent U2 concert in Glasgow, Scotland, he asked the audience for total quiet. Then, in the silence, he started to slowly clap his hands, once every few seconds. Holding the audience in total silence, he said into the microphone, “Every time I clap my hands, a child in Africa dies.”
A voice with a broad Scottish accent from the front of the crowd pierced the quiet…
“Well, f****n stop doin it then, ya evil basturd!”