He was on the court at that moment at Bzzzzzzzzzzzz, the yellow jacket!! 🤣🤣🤣🕺🕺🕺🕺
January 31, 2005: One of the most amazing Buzzer Beaters of all-time. In an NCAA Division 3 game, Guilford College’s (@GuilfordMBB) Jordan Snipes hits a 85-foot, 5-inch buzzer-beater to beat Randolph-Macon College in Ashland, Va.
— This Day In Sports Clips (@TDISportsClips) February 1, 2024
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ROCK ROCK ROCK ROCK ROCK & ROLL HIGH SCHOOL:
I just watched Rock 'n Roll High School. Which I also dvr'd, so I can watch it all day very day if I want. I also see it's coming on tv in 2 hours again anyway. Boy, watching tv has really changed, ain't it? Remember when you were a kid, and if you missed a special or a movie you had no idea if you'd ever get to see it again? "Well, that's that!" you pictured the tv execs saying after the movie was over as they loaded it into a cannon and shot it to Saturn. When I was in 8th grade my friend Ryan told me that he had Rock 'n Roll High School on VHS at his house - I hyperventilated for days, counting the seconds til I could get over to his house for a viewing. Of course I get there and...had been taped over. Devestated. My one chance ever to see my gods on film for 2 hours, gone forever.
Then three years later I saw that the flick was coming on tv one night. FINALLY!!!! Monday night at 7pm, Channel 35. To use a phrase I would later coin, I'm SO there! Of course that Monday we ended up having an extra long football practice cause we had gotten our asses handed to us the previous Friday...IN A SCRIMMAGE. Not even a real game!!! Our Coach was furious, and I remember it rained and we ran and ran and ran our guts out. The whole time, I'm going crazy, knowing I'm missing my movie. Run run run, hand on the line, tweet tweet run run run. I also remember we sent Coach even more off the edge earlier while watching the game film by erupting into laughter when we watched James Beverly intercept a pass and start running the wrong way. Comedy ensued onscreen, we laughed, Coach was pissed. Tweet tweet. Hand on the line.
Finally we get sent home, I'm begging my brother to drive like a lunatic, hoping to catch ANY of what's left of the movie. Burst into the house soaking wet, 10 minutes of the movie are left, I turn on the tv and...no reception. Like scrambled porn, could barely see through the snow onscreen to even be able to tell the Ramones were back there somewhere. Heartbroken. Can still see that gotdam screen. And now here we are...I can watch it now, I can watch it later, I can load it onto a computer and stick myself into the I Just Wanna Have something to Do car scene. Shit's changed.
UPDATE: YES, it has :)
We are the World is a fucking embarrassment of a song - exponentially so when compared with its sister song, the poignantly triumphant Do They Know It's Christmas? - but this new doc on Netflix showing the making of is a pretty fun, informative watch with enough backstage nuggets for anyone to enjoy nibbling on.
The Beatles played together in public for the last time ever. INSANE how tight they are despite barely knowing the songs at all, much less rehearsed them. Unbelievable. 😢😢😢😢
DIG A PONY.
— John Lennon (@johnlennon) January 30, 2024
Apple Corps offices rooftop, 3 Savile Row, London #onthisday 30 January 1969
What does it all mean? pic.twitter.com/7inJNCu0bF
[XMASTIME NOTE] I moved to Brooklyn2526 years ago this past January; throughout the year I'll be noting things, no matter how small they are in reality, that I remember & associate with those first few days/weeks/months of living in the greatest city in the world.
This is the darkly hilarious odyssey of an anonymous slacker. He's a perennial couch-surfer, an aspiring writer searching for himself in spite of himself, and he's just trying to survive. But life has other things in store for the fuck-up. From being dumped by his girlfriend to getting fired for asking for a raise, from falling into a robbery to posing as a gay man to keep his job at a porno theater, the fuck-up's tragi-comedy is perfectly realized by Arthur Nersesian, who manages to create humor and suspense out of urban desperation.
Adorable Bunny in Repose?or
Disgusting Fred Flintstone Foot
Lou Reed went 22 years between the first Velvet Underground album and his New York album, is this the greatest number of years between a great artist’s two greatest albums? 🤔🤷
I hate to think there’ll ever be a day I don’t cackle with glee every time Nate from my superslice LET IT ROLL podcast expresses utter disgust at Brian Jones 🤣🤣🤣🤣 - XMASTIME
Right off the bat, there are exactly two types of episodes to avoid like Reagononics (sorry APK!):1. any Jennifer-centric episode (yawn)
2. any episode in which Elyse has an acoustic guitar (dear God)
Whatever the record for the number of "best-of" episodes a sitcom can have, this show has it; these people were physically incapable of walking by a Christmas tree without pulling out the ol' family slides and sitting down and looking at them for 22 minutes.
Alex doesn't seem to have any friends - he inexplicably just hangs arounds his parents kitchen all the time even in his early 20s - until they suddenly need one for any random episode and then we're supposed to somehow know/believe they've been intense friends for years & years, be it James, his "arch-nemesis!" who we're supposed to get worked up about over his rivalry with Alex whether it's the best grades or a young lady or working at a suicide prevention hotline yet is never seen or even mentioned in any other episode, or Greg, Alex' "best friend" whose death does kick off maybe the greatest episode of the entire series but of course was never mentioned before the episode or after the episode, just like James, so.
The whole "omg Nick is a nightmare boyfriend for Steven Keaton's daughter" thing was funny in the beginning but we're supposed to believe Steven keeps up his boiling rage at Nick for like the next 4 years? Really?
Which also begs the question, why was the penultimate episode all about these two making up anyway? After 4 years of playing the nonsense for laughs we're gonna waste an entire episode right before the finale to clean it all up, with a serious "we understand each other forever now" moment? Really?
I think it was a trope of sorts throughout the 1980s but Alex's sudden passion for getting the rest of the world to appreciate some old blues musician in one episode is a bridge too far into ridiculousness for anyone who's known Alex P. Keaton for more than zero seconds.
Again, why on Earth would Alex keep living in that house?
The fucking kitchen stove, I mean ffs this family had the greatest stove/range in the world for a decade and not once did anyone actually come close to using it.
Nick is in long line of characters that start cool but just get absurdly dumb, like Trigger from Only Fools and Horses or Kevin from The Office.
This show broke the record for whatever the record for “mom goes back to work and oh my the world is ending at home!!” episodes is, and every single time it was a couple rolling eyeball sesh. "This week Alex, a 21 year-old college junior, has his world torn apart when his mother goes back to work, turning the household upside down ohooooooooooooo my!!!"
(Clockwise from top left: nycityworld, paris.attractive, newyork1990s, idogsplanet)I've been screaming about Reality Bites for 2 days now - don't ask - oh wait, you didn't - and I've always loved the movie trope of "guy sleeps with insanely hot girl and then desperately tries to leave in the morning despite her pleas"; I wanna have a character whose modus operandi is the next morning when the girl's like "sooooooooo....you're probably leaving now, huh?" he giddily replies, "leave now, I'm on the lease baby!!"
Derek Jeter using Bob Sheppard's audio in the 2010 All-Star Game is still one of the coolest moments in baseball history. pic.twitter.com/1HqXEuRZqO
— Historic Vids (@historyinmemes) January 26, 2024
"It was the worst of times, it was the best of times." - A Tale of Two Cities
"The town of Hamilton-ffrench was founded in the great year of our Lord 1640 and although it had since been through every single one of this country's biggest events, be them bloody wars or spicy scandals whether national or, more importantly and with far more dire consequences, local, one Saturday in the most recent June felt like the one moment all of those days had been leading up to over the past four hundred years: the Boyce/Taylor wedding." - The Wedding Parties"As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.” - The Metamorphosis
"Anybody with ability can play in the big leagues. But to be able to trick people year in and year out the way I did, I think that was a much greater feat."Five Favorite Bob Uecker Quotes from Major League:
"In 1962 I was named Minor League Player of the Year. It was my second season in the Bigs."
"I signed with the Milwaukee Braves for $3,000. That bothered my dad at the time because he didn't have that kind of dough. But he eventually scraped it up."
"I set records that will never be equaled. In fact, I hope 90% of them don't even get printed."
"Career highlights? I had two. I got an intentional walk from Sandy Koufax and I got out of a rundown against the Mets."
"Heywood leads the league in most offensive categories, including nose hair. When this guy sneezes, he looks like a party favor."
"JUST a bit outside."
"So, here is Rick Vaughn, the one they call the "Wild Thing". So, he sets and deals.
[Vaughn throws a wild pitch]
Just a bit outside, he tried for the corner and missed.
[Vaughn throws another wild pitch]
Ball 4.
[Vaughn throws another wild pitch]
Ball 8.
[Vaughn throws another wild pitch]
Low, and he walks the bases loaded on 12 straight pitches. How can these guys lay off pitches that close?"
[after Hayes calls a shot to left field and flies out to left for the second time]
"You know, he could be pointing at the left fielder."
Harry Doyle: "So a tough loss for the Indians as Pedro Cerrano doubles off a pigeon and is tagged out while administering CPR before the tying run could score. Funny game ain't it Monty?
Monte: Well at least the bird survived.
Harry Doyle: Who cares? It's a rat with wings."
"If that's not Shaquille O'Neal in left, that baby's outta here."
This is the R.E.M. show Mike talked about going to on this week's EGG FOO WHAT?! episode. Not only is it an almost perfect time to see them live - June 1984, just as Reckoning was being released - but the actual quality of this recording is fantastic. Enjoy, and you're welcome Earf!
The oldest known footage of Belfast, Northern Ireland, filmed in 1897. pic.twitter.com/wL2LpjdK4G
— Bobbie☀️ (@bo66ie29) January 25, 2024
You longtime fans know I've always loved Tom Hollander, and his delivery of this Tom Holland stuff is just magnificently small 🤗 easy and legit hilarious. 🤗
I deliver my Oscar sizzle reel AND mention egg foo young on video for the first time ever!!! 🤗🤗🤣🤣🤣🤣
I call this one, "Shitty Comments I Make in My Head That I Don't Actually Post Because I Don't Wanna Put Such a Thing Out into the World". Enjoy, everybody!
Did Greg get off the single-greatest line in EGG FOO WHAT?! history so far?DUN DUN DUN!!!!
CONTENT BROS REALITY SHOW IDEA: “Historical Big Brother”
Would a resurrected Abraham Lincoln be an insanely vengeful president?
Is Mike in danger of becoming a fancy Starbucks connoisseur???
All we really seem to be doing is MOVING the same money around paying bills to each other so why is there so much destruction (“That’s the problem with people” joke).I intended to flesh out a short thesis re: why are we still constantly fighting wars and killing each other over a finite set of stuff that will just get shifted around & around over & over anyway. Of course I never got around to it because I'm lazy as shit and decided instead to walk around patting myself on the back for germinating about 1% of a cogent thought. But just now Neil deGrasse Tyson, probably auditioning for the role of Xmastime's Assistant, summed it all up a lot better than I ever could so YOU'RE WELCOME, EARF!
When I was a kid, I was a dreamer. I'd rather dream about doing something than actually do it. I'd fantasize about being a great baseball player, but wouldn't bother practicing to actually become one. Ethan would hound me to play catch or take batting practice, or anything that would in some way improve my play, and l'd decline.
Then I'd slip outside without anyone noticing and it'd be the bottom of the ninth in Game 7 of the World Series with two outs, bases loaded, my team down by three runs, and me at the plate.
An excerpt from I knew I had to play it cool or I'd look like an idiot, so I acted like I was just moseying around the yard, taking it all in - stopping to smell the roses, as any ten year-old boy is want to do. I could see a diamond laid out in my mind, and heard thousands of fans in the stands chanting my name. I'd grab whatever stick was lying around and approach home plate, swinging my bat as if I didn't have a care in the world while casually looking to make sure nobody else was watching. Once I determined nobody was on to me, I’d focus on the upcoming pitch.
The same thing happened every single time once the pitch was delivered, as it never occurred to me to create some dramatic storyline - I never struck out to lose the game and then spent the entire off-season in agony, haunted by the defeat only to come back the next year for redemption, thus making the home run that much more dramatic. Hell, I never even fouled a few balls off; I was much too eager to be the hero, and besides, I had to orchestrate the entire production without anyone catching on, so time was of the essence.
But it was the home run trot that was my magnum opus, not the home run itself - swinging a stick in the air was easy; disguising an outlandishly drawn-out trot that anything more than a glance could easily tell was some jackass running around bases meant I'd have to be incredibly clever. I'd start easing my way towards first base, jogging slowly while pretending to be looking for something in the yard. Meanwhile, the crowd was going crazy - cool guys wanted to hang out with me, and every girl in the stands or watching on television throughout the country was swooning. I'd make it to first base and stop, pretending I'd seen something on the ground, swatting at the grass while looking all around. Seeing the coast was clear again, I'd start moving towards second base, maybe this time loudly muttering "what the..?" as if I'd spotted something out of sorts, as opposed to just being some idiot kid in the middle of the world's most ridiculous home run trot. This went on until I had triumphantly crossed home plate, which was about twenty minutes after I'd swung the bat.
Instead of play-acting like I was at a goddam tea party I should've just torn off around the bases, since some kid running around wouldn't have been noteworthy at all, and certainly wasn't as creepy as one casually milling about the backyard. The whole drama would've been all over with in about ten seconds, and hell, it turned out my family knew what I was doing the entire time anyway. My brother always caught on to what I was doing, and after pointing it out to my parents, they'd all have a good time laughing at how stupid I looked, struggling so hard to play it cool during my grand per-formance. I don't blame them, and to exactly nobody's surprise my brother went on to be a much better baseball player than me, having actually been playing baseball instead of prancing about the yard like a goddam idiot.
And a cover of The New Yorker from 1949:
I've never made it thru the final scene of the Freaks and Geeks pilot episode without bawling like a baby THERE I SAID IT HAPPY NOW EVERYBODY???!!!
Every other Beatle has gone out of their way to bitch and moan about how Paul would nag at them to get back to work, dragging them back to Abbey Road for yet another project. It's kind of funny whenever you hear Ringo tell the stories over and over now, but what if Paul hadn't pushed them to keep working so hard? There'd be no landmark Sgt. Pepper, no sprawling White Album. No bare-boned Let it Be, no majestic Abbey Road. No Hey Jude, Lady Madonna, and on and on. Even if they had stopped in 1966 the Beatles' legacy would have been cemented, but we'd be without such incredibly cultural-shifting pieces of art - jut try imagining the world around us without them existing as part of it.
SIDE NOTE: the whole post is worth reading for my brilliant Michael/Michael payoff in the photo juuuuuuuuuuuuuussssssssst sayin!
Apparently Ringo's a big fan (hi Ringo!) and agrees with me (about Paul McCartney, not my comedy brilliance):
...me putting my hand on Theo’s shoulder was just comedy genius 🤷♂️🕺
#WednesdayWIlsonWisdom2018
Don't step on Greta Garbo as you walk down the BoulevardI've always taken Davies' words as being somewhat true but more importantly remarkably beautiful and poignantly (sort of) tragic no matter who the subject may be, but it turns out he was pretty dead on:
She looks so weak and fragile that's why she tried to be so hard
But they turned her into a princess
And they sat her on a throne
But she turned her back on stardom
Because she wanted to be alone
She was, Tennessee Williams thought, “the saddest of creatures—an artist who abandons her art.” People loved the mystery of it all; photographers were always chasing after her. But she wasn’t in hiding; she got out. One wag called her a “hermit about town.”
In the movies, she had always been able to convey a sense of hidden depths, of memories and emotions, never quite surfacing to be articulated. Were those feelings complex, interesting? We were persuaded they must be. The relationship to fame that she enacted in the last decades of her life was something similar: it looked profound, perhaps even spiritual—a renunciation of celebrity’s blessings as well as its scourges. But who knows? Maybe she was just tired of making faces.
