This ad is everywhere Whoever took tho photo of Diane Lane (and did the inevitable Photoshopping) deserves a commendation or an award (friends of Strong Bad might recommend a pizza-trophy). This ad is all over the place in SF (MUNI shelters) and on a huge-ass billboard on 101 South. Let’s just start out by my saying that Diane Lane has got to be the hottest “older” (she’s 38) woman in the universe. Let me first address her smile. It is simply amazing. Something about her facial expression and lips express the word possibility in an entirely adult fashion. Somehow, though she’s not actually doing it, I swear she’s somehow psychically beaming to me that she’s also biting her lip.

The value of any theory is its predictive power. Steve Martin will release “Cheaper by the Dozen” around Christmas this year. I won’t be in the country (whew). Here’s a trailer. Bad omen: a stifled “What’s that smell” Notice that Steve’s expression falls into one of the three described by my Steve Martin poster test. As such, I am predicting this movie will suck….not that you really needed the Steven martin poster test to tell you this. It will be more hackneyed family crap comedy that Michael Keaton essentially mined smashingly for all it was worth over 20 years ago with Mr.

My favorite radio show is, without a doubt, This American Life. It has a real tendency to be entertaining and then suddenly bust out with something incredibly profound right after you’ve been thoroughly disarmed. This show was on a topic that would inherently interest me (Simulated Worlds), but one of the acts was about the Dinosaur exhibits one sees at musea. The interviewer asked the curator of one of the exhibits and asked why dinosaur exhibits are such common features in musea. The curator replied that dinosaurs had been the most successful life-form on this planet and they ruled for thousands of years - and then one day, they simply went extinct - and there was nothing they could do about it.

Who pointed me to Pauley Perrette, star of Navy: NCIS. Amazing pics at her site pauleyp.com. Apparently she plays an überhaqr on the show – I’ll check it out tonight maybe.

…she [Jennifer Lopez] has recently released a range of G-strings and feminine hygiene products with the J.Lo logo and picture Whoa whoa whoa! Hang on, you mean that you put a picture of Lopez in her Kangol hat and lightly pink tinted sunglasses on the applicator? Yikes. Only a financial visioneuse such as La J.Lo could have seen the “this space for rent” possibilities of the hygiene product space.

We know the visual cliché from film and small screen… YOUNG BOY walks up to the check-out stand and, nervously, gets 4 packs of gum, a Woman’s Journal, and a Coke so as to cover up that he’s got 1 package of condoms on the conveyor belt This generally gets played out in that the cashier is a relative of the girl upon whom our YOUNG BOY has designs, or the condom needs a price check, etc. This scene has been played out in both in The Summer of ‘42 and the venerable crappy teen drama that launched a thousand crappy teen dramas (and the career of Kevin Smith), Degrassi Jr.

TexasIndecision listmember R. Steans has asked the blogging community to put together entries for the 2004 Mellies. Here is my stab. Most loathsome celebrity (non-political) Simon Cowell. It’s part of his act to act loathsome, and I know that, I don’t like the act though. Most loathsome television program Fox News - if I must be specific I think it’s Hannity and Colmes - rarely is such a series of slam dunks so cynically set up to make the host and his puppet look good. The “liberal” puppet is forced to defend the liberal perspective presented in absolutely indefensible phrasings.

Mrs. Elyse Luray - (something) I love the way you sleuth history. I love the way you research. I like your hi-lights and perfect teeth and the way you seem to enjoy trolling in dusty old tomes. I love the way you have trendy sunglasses and that you wear them into dusty archives. Thank you for giving hope to all the girls who volunteer in the library - and the guys who love them.

One of my co-workers sent me a Quicktime movie ad for IKEA in France. You may want to watch this video and see something that is wrong, very wrong. [ Warning, this video might remind you that your parents may have done something after that something resulted in you ] I was so appalled I had to appeal to the only source of response that I could think of: mid-nineties Houston death metal band, Dead Horse, whose lead-in to Satan kissed my dog always answers the unanswerable (like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious). Satan kissed my dog and cracked his moral shell dressed him up in a kilt

The League doubted my objectification powers, he did not think that I could come up with a list of ultimate hottitude to rival his. Shortly before I fell way seriously sick (again) in late February I started this. Now, I finish it. Keep in mind, that during the 90’s I was between the ages of 13 and 23, so I’m covering from Freshman year of high school to college graduation, roughly. The early years Cindy Crawford You may not remember, but in the 90’s Miss Crawford was every-where. She was doing Revlon ads, hosting house of style with her Midwestern non-regional diction and in general, ruling every magazine cover in the grocery store rack, and, curiously, marrying Richard Gere.

http://studios.amazon.com/getting-started I remember a dinner where I discussed with my friends Ryan, Jamie, and Lauren in Austin if there would be a surge of new content producers and whether it would go worse or better quality than the pratfalls and tropes of network comedy. We’ll see.

This week’s “New Yorker” digital edition’s cover is beautifully enhanced with animation of leaves.

I wanted to put a plug in for a podcast that’s produced by my former colleague, Jen Meyers, along with her co-host Jessi Chartier: Quiet Little Horrors. It’s a podcast devoted to “unsettling” horror of the psychological variety. Their takes on some landmark (and niche) horror has really made me rethink some movies I’ve seen and get interested in some I haven’t. They’ve just started season three, so now’s a perfect time to subscribe or to catch up.and of the slow-to-uptake-but-now-whoa-Nelly medium of podcasting: they’re maintained by amateurs for niche audiences.

Some of my favorite episodes are the following, of which I’ll cite an archival, a recent, and hot-off-the presses episode:

• “The Others”
• “Repulsion”
• “Last Night in Soho”

One of the things I like most about this podcasts is what I liked most about the promise of the original web (cira 1995), it’s made with the zeal and care of amateurs. And by no means is the show amateurish, I rather mean that the show, like the word amateur itself, has the root of “to love” (ama) at its heart. The hosts bring a warmth and genuine affection for the topics that make the short episodes fun, intimate, and energetic.