and all the dudes i know are getting mustaches.

sorta freaky yo.

it takes a while for video to get edited.

and stories to be written.

and books to be read.

and posts to be published.

the long national nightmare (aka waiting) is now over.

heres the entire video interview and post for your collective behinds.

most of its crap. obvs.

but i will tell you this

if you make little hearts out of the dots in I’s

and if you use two Love stamps

and if you seal the letter with a heart sticker,

odds are i will listen to your (probably, but hopefully not) terrible cd.

nice job Alisa Shamrow!

in the last few weeks

this one was from a huge immigration rally in may in downtown LA

funny thing about taking pictures of people, i get very nervous that people will be upset that im stealing their souls.

they dont seem to be upset that im stealing their souls

especially if i ask.

hola may i steal your soul? i ask.

dont mind at all, senior! they say right back.

and often they smile.

on tuesday he wrote an Anti-Michael Vick story that has been shared over 71,000 times on Facebook.

today he wrote an eye-opening column on Big Joe McDonnell who despite consistently getting sports exclusives hasnt had a radio host gig in years and has sadly been relegated to quickie news updates on KNX newsradio.

he’s lost hundreds of pounds and, unfortunately, his momentum.

Plaschke frames Big Joe’s weight thusly:

Joe McDonnell weighed 740 pounds. That is not a misprint. Visiting players would gasp. Insensitive fans would jeer. Everywhere he lumbered, somebody would stare.

He was so big, local teams gave him a special chair without arms so he could sit at their press tables and eat in their press rooms. He was so big, his size eventually became part of his name.

Big Joe. The Big Nasty. For nearly two decades beginning in the early 1980s, the radio personality eclipsed the Los Angeles sports-talk radio scene with his information, insight and indomitable presence.

hard to believe he cant find any love at ESPNLA or Sat radio.

video from 2008

“life is too short to get all serious and not have fun”

in todays paper August Brown reluctantly grants Usher Michael Jackson’s crown.

“For better or worse, Usher is the last man standing in the field of nimble, pop-theater R&B. And he’s making the most of this unique lack of competition.”

not so fast, Mr. Brown, perhaps you’ve overlooked Sean Stephenson who dances better in a wheelchair than ive ever hoped to dance atop two legs.

but you can probably guess what was twisting my arm.

i cant say that ive ever liked gweneth, and when someone said that she was at UCSB when i was there, i said sorry but pretty much 2,000 girls looked like her when i was there.

which might be why she dropped out pretty quickly,

but maybe she knew she was going to be the star of stage and screen in a matter of years.

the college let her in, rumor has it, because a very good friend of the family, michael douglas, a ucsb alumn put in a good word for her.

all i know is she surprised me the other night, her singing wasnt bad, her dancing was cute, and her outfits were perfect.

she didnt show a wide range of acting prowess in the hour long episode but i dont think thats really the point of glee.

i was entertained, and for all of you out there dreading turning 38 one day, ms paltrow has met it head on and appears to be handling it pretty well.

even surrounded by a bunch of 20somethings in cheerleader outfits.

this is so beautiful.

canada rules times infinity

for starters id probably be a dick.

then id have tattoos for days.

id probably also be sadder and directionless. not that i have all that amazing of a direction now, but at least i know what i want to be when im dead: in heaven.

im sure i would have dabbled in a life of crime.

and i probably would have been a Sox fan.

and id have a gun.

and id probably have an ulcer.

and i would eat even worse than i eat now.

who knows, i might be dead.

its funny though because often i hear about people in jail who see The Light, like the author of Pimp, Iceberg Slim, who became a believer once he get locked up.

so maybe all roads would have led me to believe in Jesus.

who knows. all i know is im happy about it, but im sad i dont have a sweet tattoo like our server at Maggiano’s who sported this nice one to honor Ron Santo.