Editor's Note

There has been much confusion on MJ's latest post concerning Jason Mraz. Many of you are under the impression that MJ 1) wants to be Mraz's pool boy and 2) is a fan of his music. While the former may be true, I can attest that the latter definitely is not. So enough mrazzing on MJ (it's ok to laugh at that).

In related news, I think this is hilarious. If Joe cares so much about content, he should try reading a book. And he should stick to what he seems most familiar with - being alone.

The Isotopes win a game! The Isotopes win a game!*

While I am a huge Family Guy fan (and who isn't?), I cannot forget the first 'cartoon sitcom' that really did change my life - The Simpsons. From ages 12 until 20, I refused to miss an episode, and each episode was a family affair. Every year on my birthday, my friends serenade me with the song Michael Jackson and Bart wrote for Lisa on her birthday (and every time I see a guy in a pink shirt, I snicker). When I think of Lisa's experiences in Washington DC for the essay writing contest, I still choke up a little. Those of you who are or have been as devoted to the show as I have been know that most everything in life relates to The Simpsons - whether it be a hidden joke, the moral of an episode or one of the quirky, but well-defined characters.

So you can share in my joy when I discovered this article. Somebody gets it.

I think I just shed a tear.

* By the way, the title of this post is a quote from a Simpsons episode and is a reference to "The Shot Heard 'Round The World" during a 1951 National League Playoff Game between the Brooklyn Dodgers and the New York Giants. After Bobby Thompson's final home run, the announcer cried out "The Giants Win the Pennant!". You're welcome.

go fuck yourself

many thanks to maxim for their insightful review of jason mraz's new album, cleverly titled "mr. a-z":

Jack Johnson too edgy for you? John Mayer’s biting wit hurt your feelings? Maybe you can warm up to Jason Mraz, the human embodiment of male impotence. Look, if the dude wants to hang around high schools making teenage girls weak-kneed, more power to him. But when he starts spitting goofy self-referential raps, we can’t sit idly by and pretend it’s OK. Why don’t you go fuck yourself, Jason?

personally, i think those no talent ass-clown writers at maxim should go back to jerking each other off to the paris hilton carl's jr. video instead of talking shit about my boy jason. he is a talented and beautiful sexy man who i could make dirty dirty man love to for hours and hours and hours.

this just in - blogging officially uncool

Donald Trump, in his infinite foresight, believes that "blogging" will be the next big thing. He's even started his own crappy blog, where he shares his wisdom on business - but not TOO much wisdom - he still has to save some material for classes at Trump University. And this Trump University is sooooo revolutionary that's it's actually offering a class on BLOGGING. Once again, proof that this man will take anyone's money. AND proof that I am a genius.

in the city of angels

A sign outside a strip club and adult bookstore (not to mention the McDonald's and Carl's Jr. directly adjacent to this) on Century Boulevard in Los Angeles.

"The word 'vagina' is not an obscene word and we're not in a position to question the First Amendment," Councilman Bill Rosendahl said.

At least we know it's not false advertising.

cat for sale

$100 - a dollar for each pound. Answers to the name "Dinner Is Ready!"

celebrity sightings part one

Since I've been living in the celebrity infested state of California (about a month now), my only celebrity sightings have been Jeremy Piven and Tim Meadows. I observed Jeremy Piven in his quest to find the perfect pair of jeans at a boutique on Montana St. Unfortunately, this was before I realized he was THE Ari Gold on Entourage. Needless to say, I didn't talk to him. I wasn't going to start a coversation about how life changing his role on Ellen was for me.

Yesterday, as I was "jogging" (pronounced 'yogging' as I'm sure it appeared to be a wimpy european version of actual physical activity) up Ocean Park, I noticed Tim Meadows and two nobodies walking towards me carrying their surfboards. Who knew Tim Meadows was a surfer? And why do those nobodies get to surf with him? And why aren't they carrying his surfboard for him? Did I say anything? Of course not. I was too busy gawking.

There you have it, World. I will scour this city looking for celebrities I can quietly stare at just so I can run home and tell you about it. You have my word.

i wish she had picked willy wonka instead

So the big news is that 'Charlie' is the frontrunner for names for Baby Spears. Word has it that 'Venti Mint Mocha Chip Frappuccino with Extra Whip' is a very close second.

over and out

Will the world learn to laugh again?