(TWO-SENTENCE) NOTES FROM A FRIDAY NIGHT


uploading the photos of my mind.

For your consideration: another curious collection of thoughts, reactions, and observations that didn't make it into a full-length post this week. So they're sort of like all those offers I'm still getting, credit crunch be damned, for Visa cards and Discover cards and big home equity loans. But without the handy reply envelopes...

• I first tried this little gimmick about a year and a half ago. On a late night with a tight deadline, I thought it would be fun to try it again.

• Two and a half years ago, I (in)famously wrote that Barack Obama was George W. Bush all over again. If this piece by Slate's John Dickerson is any indication, it seems more and more people are catching up to me.

• The first paragraph of that piece should send a chill up the spine of anyone who's paid any attention at all during last seven-and-a-half years. And Dickerson knows it: We should pause when a man auditioning for commander in chief says that the facts confirmed his beliefs and that he's never in doubt.

• I saw an ad this week -- I imagine you did too -- in which the McCain Campaign says you can "thank" Barack Obama for "rising prices at the pump." I'd say it's the early frontrunner for TWM's Quadrennial Worst, Most Offensive Commercial of the Campaign Award.

• It's so bad -- by which I mean so egregiously full of shit -- that I'd like to think it's the biggest of the Big Lies I'll see this whole campaign season. But I know better.

• One of TWM's favorite correspondents emailed this afternoon to tell me about this news item: Investigators are looking into how a young boy managed to slip out of a Denton day care center unnoticed, then cross two busy roads and end up a half-mile away at a Hooters restaurant on Tuesday afternoon. And to tell me that he has the answer: the same impulse that sends chinook salmon upstream to spawn and die.

• I was sorry to see that Professor Randy Pausch died this morning. I imagine I'll be even sorrier to see the media coverage that follows.

• (With apologies to and admiration for Bill Maher...) NEW RULE: The Pennsylvania Turnpike Commission can not brag about offering E-ZPass until every exit has a dedicated E-ZPass lane. Waiting my turn behind three ticket-taking cars in one of those infuriating combo-lanes at the Bedford interchange this afternoon felt very little like E-ZPass and a whole lot like F-UChad.

• And another NEW RULE: ESPN -- and most of the rest of the sports commentariat -- must stop pretending that anyone outside of Green Bay gives a damn about what happens to Brett "Most Interceptions in NFL History" Favre. His never-ending, ego-fueled story has been holding ESPN News hostage for so long that I keep expecting him to appear alongside the Ayatollah Khomeini.

• Heath Ledger's performance in The Dark Knight was that rarest of pop culture commodities: a reality that exceeded the hype. If it were up to me, the Academy would have awarded him the Oscar already.

• Many of you emailed to agree with my utter distaste for Entertainment Weekly's new layout. My favorite comment, from a reader we'll call Ms. D: I remember [the layout] from when it was called People magazine.

I just took a look at this week's issue, and I hate it even more. If the magazine gets any thinner or includes any less content -- three CD reviews? -- it'll be a pamphlet.

• Tomorrow night, for the first time in five years, and for only the second time ever, Foo Fighters come to Pittsburgh. I'll take anything and everything they play, and I know they're gonna play a bunch of my favorites (Times Like These, Everlong, Monkey Wrench, All My Life), but if I could make one request -- c'mon, Dave, I know you're reading -- it would be for another beautiful acoustic version of Big Me.

Posted: Fri - July 25, 2008 at 10:25 PM          


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