* Yeah, this is from yesterday, but as a Southern chick in the city I have to respond to this nauseating Observer piece. This is my favorite part:
"This being my first supper (the S.S.C. is very exclusive - so exclusive, in fact, that when several girls cancelled due to illness, vacation or fatigue, our party was reduced to four), I could only imagine the manners, the pearls, the perfectly manicured hands."
("Exclusive" - so that's the new word for parties so lame that nobody shows up. I had no idea that my shiraz-soaked solitary reality TV nights were actually some of the hottest, most exclusive parties in Manhattan! I'm so inviting David Patrick Columbia to my next Sunday night Intervention-soiree.)
* Cartoon idea (and I would love it if someone out there who can draw, would draw it)
A bunch of pirates are sitting on a ship, listening to the radio. One of them, his face in his hands, muses:
"You know, this Decemberists song really speaks to me."
* Round One of the Tournament of Exes continues, with new judgements by Jeff Johnson and Simon from No Rock and Roll Fun.
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