According to preliminary ratings reports, the most popular part of yesterday's Super Bowl broadcast was that crazy Cleopatra-goes-to-church-with-a-drumline-and-Japanese-schoolgirls concoction that Madonna performed in the middle. The game itself didn't rank higher than last year's record setting game, but it came close.
Italy's corrupt cartoon satyr of a former prime minister Silvio Berlusconi is still rattling around, being Berlusconish: "I'm not a Playboy, I'm a Play-uomo [Playman] … The only thing I have not been accused of in all these over-hyped descriptions of my relations with women, with the opposite sex, the only thing they have never accused me of is being gay. I have nothing against homosexuals, let it be clear. Quite the contrary. I always thought the more gay people around, the less competition." [Atlantic, image via Getty]
This Hollywood couple are using drugs now that a baby has entered the equation. This actor likes to pick up guys in the park and hook up with them in the car. Seat belts probably aren't involved.
World Peace.
Lots of people in funny costumes.
My wife is a fan.
Come on, guys. Enough already.
For many of us, Super Bowl Sunday is less about the football and more about Animal Planet's Puppy Bowl — now in its eighth adorable year. As an alternative to the sports of it all, The Puppy Bowl is arguably (please don't argue with me on this) the greatest programming decision made by any network, ever. The puppies frolic as an announcer narrates the cuteness. At the end, viewers learn how to adopt the little MVPs. Really, it doesn't get any better.
Be honest: after a long day of work and play, you'd like nothing more than to curl up underneath some cardboard boxes. But who can stay warm under cardboard? And how can you make your homeless style chic?
Earlier today I posted about Romney's win in the Nevada caucus yesterday, with nary a mention of completely legitimate presidential candidate Rick Santorum. But Santorum, despite coming in fourth behind Romney, Gingrich, and Ron Paul, has some strong words for us: "This race is a long, long way from being over."
The twin contestants who were challenged to guzzle donkey semen and urine on NBC's Fear Factor may be able to extend their 15 minutes. TMZ reports that Brynne and Claire Odioso were approached by webcam site MyGirlFund.com. Now, there's no guarantee the twins would be doing anything pornographic, but if you read between the lines on the site, you'll get a pretty good idea of what's expected.
I don't know why I didn't think of this — possibly because I wasn't sure which teams were playing in the Super Bowl until yesterday — but The New York Daily News has condensed the Giants vs. Patriots clash into a matter of clam chowder preference. As a person who prefers soup to sports, this is something I can get behind. And who hasn't debated the relative merits of New England clam chowder and Manhattan clam chowder?
When I first heard about the lost mushroom foragers, I kind of assumed they'd eaten the wrong kind of mushrooms — or the right kind, depending on your intention. I'll admit this theory was inspired by the completely unsubtle field of poppies scene in The Wizard of Oz. But sometimes a mushroom expedition is just a mushroom expedition, and this family of three simply got lost. The story of how they survived, however, is delightful, as reported by the AP.
If you're anything like me, you will do absolutely anything to avoid the Stupid Bowl. With a deep-seated loathing for everything that happens on the gridiron (that doesn't involve Madonna or Janet Jackson's nipple) I always thought it was the worst day of the year. Boy was I wrong.
If you're going to get kidnapped, do your best to get kidnapped by these guys: an armed group of Bedouin tribesmen held two California women captive for a few hours, during which time they served up food and good conversation. Seriously. The AP story makes these guys sound like people I would hang out with willingly.
