Guinness World Record-breaker, Pete Wentz, and coattail-rider turned family meal-ticket, Ashlee Simpson (I almost spelled it Ashley… heavenstamergatroid!), have given birth to something they named Bronx Mowgli Wentz.
There’s one of two ways I can go with this, so I’ll go with both.
People can type Bronx Mowgli Wentz to test their typewriter. Ha! Y’know… like The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog. No… um… then how about…
Bronx Mowgli Wentz? That’s an anagram of what Pete likes to do when he’s in Germany – Blow Next Zing Worm. Hey-o!
Ah, whatever. Congrats you two (because I know in my heart of hearts they are going to find this little blog and be heartbroken if I don’t say so)… and also, please stop reproducing!
As Thanksgiving quickly approaches, each of us should give pause and thank the heavens above for all the things that have enrichened our lives. Today, I am thankful for Greg Evigan, and these are the reasons why, in no particular order:
I learned all about Molotov Cocktails from him (courtesy of his TV show, “BJ and the Bear”).
He introduced the world to Staci Keanan, and my dreams to Staci Keanan (courtesy of his show, “My Two Dads”). Whatever happened to Staci beyond “Step By Step?” And why did Paul Reiser get another show?
He brought us the film “DeepStar Six,” which jumpstarted the career of Famke Janssen. No wait. She was in “Deep Rising.” And, oh yeah. How could I forget she was Xenia Onatopp in “GoldenEye?” Moving on…
He taught me about two-way mirrors, and how to beat them. It was some episode of “BJ and the Bear” where people were spying on strippers or something. Because the reflection started at the contact point, as opposed to starting centimeters apart, that was proof it was a two-way mirror. You could see through the mirror if you had another piece of your own. I don’t know if any of this is true, but I’ve kept it locked away for future use because you never know.
Briana. Evigan. (“Step Up 2″… “Step By Step”… weird…)
A recent discussion at the bar prompted an exchange about what song can get a random alcoholic’s head bopping (and sometimes, toe tapping). I proposed this ditty (not to be confused with Diddy, who as yet, has not sampled this song):
Another person at the bar whole-heartedly disagreed and brought up this tune as the great anthem:
RUFKM? I barely remembered that song (although one can never forget David Hasselhoffmeister). I argued it couldn’t qualify as a head bopping, toe tapper. He had to remind me of this:
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Apparently the biggest mystery about Season 4 of “Lost” is how I missed this. Thanks to Topless Robot’s Twitter (that sounds way worse than what it is), I am no longer in the dark. Is Higgins behind Dharma? You be the judge.
I have a friend that, as another of my friends pointed out (who is also friends with him), suffers from Mary Jane Watson Syndrome.
“Mary Jane Watson Syndrome?” you may ask. “That’s not in the DSM-IV.”
You’d be the wrong kind of nerd for asking that question, but it is true. The Mary Jane Watson Syndrome, as explained by my friend (about my other friend):
He likes to make people think he’s doing better than he’s actually doing, because it’s too embarrassing. Like in the first “Spider-Man” film, when Mary Jane runs into Peter for the first time in New York, and she tells him all the wonderful things she’s accomplished. Then the short order chef comes out and exposes her lie…
It’s the Mary Jane Watson Syndrome.
Poignant, geeky, and spot-on, for sure. But it got me wondering – are there other conditions that could be defined by the ladies in superhero films? I mean, they typically aren’t written as the most stalwart of women. Otherwise, who would be left for the hero to save if there were no damsels in distress?
Russell Simmons had a cast of about fifty people from all kinds of ethnic backgrounds for his new game show – “Yellow & Blue Make Green.” We were all outside of the set, and questions were brewing amongst the potential contestants.
“Do you think green means environmental, or do you think green mean money?”
The warehouse doors opened to allow entrance. Inside resembled a Nickelodeon show like “Double Dare.” There were shelves containing yellow liquids and blue liquids. Some had yellow clay and blue clay. Yellow paint and blue paint. Yellow pudding and blue pudding.
I was curious. In between each of the pairs of substances existed one green colored combination of the two.
“I’ll bet we’re supposed to compete by mixing these and whomever gets closest to that color the fastest wins.”
Russell finally greeted us all and lead us into another area of the warehouse that looked more like a store. He picked ten people of which I was one, and sent the rest into the green room.
He said the first person to bring him a green balloon would win, but he didn’t say what they’d win. As everyone tried to combine yellow and blue balloons, I found a green one and brought it to Russell. He said I get to chose the fate of someone in the green room. I asked in what way, and he said whatever I thought that meant.
I decided to let everyone play, and he said that meant everyone won!
“Money?” I asked. He shook his head. “Environmental awareness?” Again he shook his head.
“Harmony,” he responded.
INGREDIENTS: eleven bottles of Miller Lite, thirty combination pizza rolls, and three spoon fulls of large curd cottage cheese… yum!
This is a small heads up to anyone interested. Seriously, is anyone interested?
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