You know how sometimes, you’re aware as soon as you hear a phrase that it’s going to live on in your vocabulary forever? Kind of like, “I’M PACKIN’ IT!”, only more so? Okay. That’s what happened this week with “My ox is broken!” I don’t think I will ever love anything on television, in a sick and wrong kind of way, quite like I loved seeing Colin absolutely self-destruct, to the point where he wound up snarling angrily, “My ox is broken!” Anyway, to provide some context, we start out in New Zealand, where the early Roadblock requires some careful…
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When Broy and another officer reached the home Monday, they spotted the 5-foot-long, 80-pound American alligator in a wooden enclosure attached to a garage. Inside the enclosure was a hot tub sunk into the ground and filled with 4 feet of stagnant water, and in the water, littered with broken turtle shells, was the alligator. They called the Illinois Department of Natural Resources and Royalton Police for a little help. To get the alligator, Scott Ballard of the IDNR pulled on chest waders, stepped into the tub and grabbed the animal. Broy and two others then dragged Ballard and the…
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Stargate star Richard Dean Anderson’s got a date at the Pentagon to meet the brass, according to the Sci Fi Channel. The Air Force Association is an independent, nonprofit, civilian organization promoting public understanding of aerospace power and the role it plays in national security. Anderson and Stargate will be recognized for the show’s continuous positive depiction of the Air Force. In addition to receiving the award, Anderson will tour the Pentagon and visit with wounded troops at Walter Reed Hospital, the Air Force said. Stargate, currently in its eighth season, airs Fridays at 9 p.m. ET/PT. Maybe he’ll have…
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I’ve always wondered about the people responsible for making my favorite shows. Here at last is a “home-town paper profile” of a cameraman from the TAR production crew, Dave Ross. I’ve gotten many hours of enjoyment (not to mention many hours of screaming, hollering, and pounding couch cushions and yelling “no! No! NO! Not FLO!”) from Dave’s work and the work of his compatriots. Here’s to you, Dave, I’d buy you a beer if ever I could. Via TWOP.
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Another recap is up, life is good, and another triffic time next week will be had on TAR. But for now, lament for what could have been: the Hamsterball Race of Champions, desperately going boingity boingity boingity down the hill and against each other and knocking each other off course trying to get to the finish line and the nearby Pit Stop. Ahh, if only the 3 trailing teams had a lick of navigating sense, hysteria might have broken out in a rolling wave through all US time zones and around the world. Aaaand inside the zorb, Colin gives the…
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One thing that kept me going immediately after the September 11th attacks was the thoughtful and moving coverage from :NPR – All Songs Considered has gathered all the music used on various news shows in one place. It helped a lot then, and still helps. Also, there was a lot of amazing commentary they got from ordinary people calling in and discussing the attacks. There are archives of all their news coverage during the period, and there is an archive of links and stories about the response to the attacks. I was alone that week while David was off in…
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Gotta go, we’re off for a drive to celebrate our anniversary. When I get back, I’ve got a new recap to read. Huzzah for Miss Alli. To Baldly Go…
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I had my first “real” session with the new chiropractor last night. If you’ve been to the “back cracker” you know the drill; at some point, therapeutic violence will be done to your musculo-skeletal system. And at that point, you’ll make a loud “Whuff!” sound and hear alarming crackling sounds transmitted not through the air to your ears from without, but through your bones to your ears from within. Did that. Yep. No T-shirt, though. And I’ve been snap, crackle, poppin’ all day since then. My neck was temporarily loosened up last night (the masseur, Tyrone, went town on several…
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Racing ineptitude abounds as lost bags, new taxi arguments, and misread clues send the teams on a remarkably sloppy trip through India. Ah, India. Can Colin find a more intense way to make a brick? Can a Twinkie make a brick at all? Will Linda be this week’s arrested contestant? Will Nicole stop into a mosque for a latte? Will the locals hurt themselves pushing taxis for teams who don’t even want to help? And most of all, will Brandon shave his head for his half of a million dollars? The answers to these and other questions in this week’s…
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BBC NEWS | Europe | Rare books in German library fire Oh no! I expect my friend Debbie the Librarian will have heard about this already, it’s her field of expertise.