It’s a near-tropical -16C out right now, and after a couple days of minus-forties wind chills, it does feel almost… warm. OK, less cold.
I just caught the tail end of an episode of American Masters on PBS, and I’m recording the repeat at 4 AM (it’s also on again early Sunday and Monday mornings). It was about a handful of photographers who were blessed (yes, blessed) to be able to shoot Marilyn Monroe at the zenith of her life. The Bert Stern images are some of the best ever made of her, and the program covers those and others made during the same time period.
For those of you who aren’t MM fan(atic)s like me, the title of this post is a line from the Irving Berlin song “Heatwave” that Marilyn sang in the 1954 film There’s No Business Like Show Business.
Tomas Delgado had filed a suit asking the dead boy’s parents to pay him €20,000 ($29,400) on the grounds that the collision that killed their teenage son also damaged his Audi A-8.
You mean pathologists and forensic investigators aren’t actually supposed to do things like that? But they do it on the CSI shows all the time! I know what the problem was: he didn’t have a gun with him.
Last night, when I accidentally fell asleep on the couch for a couple hours, I woke up to discover a very sexy blonde on my television. E! has a show called Chelsea Lately hosted by a lovely standup comic, Chelsea Handler, that comes on at midnight. Sorry, Jon Stewart, she’s way hotter than you, and she’s pretty damned funny, too.
If you’re going to eat gummy bears, make sure you don’t drink any molten potassium chlorate first, or all the Rolaids in the world ain’t gonna fix the indigestion you’ll get…
As always, if you can’t see the video, GET A REAL WEB BROWSER!
“(Expletive) U FAA,” the message reads, though one letter of the profane word is substituted with an underline. Below that it is a picture of a plane with a slash through it and the words “no fly zone.”
Once again, thanks to Brent and Anita being busy doing lawyer-y things like wining and dining clients, I was the recipient of Flames tickets they couldn’t use. Right at centre ice, eight rows up from the penalty box. Yeah, ruzz and I were hatin’ it, all right.
However, despite the quality of the seats, ruzz assured me that there would be no sexual favours performed (at least not by him, on me). Thanks a bunch, Brenty, and no sexual favours for you, either.
It suggests that not only are these groups seeking a Canadian DMCA, but they would like Industry Minister Jim Prentice to go even further by enacting constitutionally-dubious legislation requiring ISPs to identify and filter out content that is alleged to infringe copyright.
As I sit here in my underwear enjoying a roommate-free apartment, I’m looking out the window at the snowfall. There’s a snowfall warning for Calgary, with “up to 10 cm of snow expected by this evening”, and I’m not entirely unhappy about it. We’ve had very little snow this winter, so this bit of white brightens things up. Now I just have to get motivated to go outside and enjoy it.
