- Fake Space Jam 30 for 30.
- Franklin & Bash renewed for Season 4.
- Smalls from The Sandlot arrested for headbutting a cop at the airport.
I love the Internet.
I love the Internet.
That “Full House” sequel everyone is reporting today is based on a seven-month-old April Fool’s joke.
Look at me, doing actual journalism. Kind of.
NBC ordered a script for a drama based on a series of novels about an angel detective named Remy Chandler that can talk to animals.
New favorite show.
PERSON: What are you going as this Halloween?
OTHER PERSON: You know the giant furry monster portrayed by gravel-voiced male actor John Goodman in the children’s movie Monsters, Inc.?
OTHER PERSON: That, but sexy.
The correct answer to this question is: “Trick question. Bash is sleeping with the head of the Disciplinary Board. All charges dropped.”
From this 1998 New Yorker piece by David Halberstam:
In 1995, after Jordan returned to basketball from his year-and-a-half-long baseball sabbatical, he spent the summer in Hollywood making the movie “Space Jam,” but he demanded that the producers build a basketball court where he could work out every day. Old friends dropping by the Warner lot noticed that he was working particularly hard on a shot that was already a minor part of his repertoire but which he was now making a signature shot––a jumper where he held the ball, faked a move to the basket, and then, at the last minute, when he finally jumped, fell back slightly, giving himself almost perfect separation from the defensive player. Because of his jumping ability and his threat to drive, that shot was virtually unguardable.
Currently picturing Michael Jordan shooting thousands of fadeaways in his Tune Squad uniform.
Well fuck that.
A recap and discussion about last night’s episode of “Scandal,” titled “It’s Handled.”
Hello. I am recapping Scandal for UPROXX this season. I love this stupid-ass show.
GQ’s Wells Tower wrote one of my favorites pieces of the year back in February, and now he’s back with another longform masterpiece. Remember the story about the Prince superfan slash Elvis impersonator who was accused of mailing a ricin-covered letter to the president, only to be cleared when authorities figured out he was framed by a Tae Kwon Do instructor slash Mensa member? I don’t see how you could forget. Anyway, Tower gets the whole, nutty story, and in the process introduces us to a mutual enemy the two have: a cuss-loving funeral home director slash state representative — everyone in this story is at least two things, apparently — named Steve Holland.
Not long after Dutschke and Curtis’s unfriendly introduction in 2006, Dutschke mounted a campaign for state House district sixteen, against long-term Democratic incumbent Steve Holland. By all accounts, Dutschke’s PR strategy was little more than a public display of bitter, empty vitriol—its rhetoric revolving around comparisons of Steve Holland to Boss Hogg from the Dukes of Hazzard and suggestions that the 9/11 hijackers were Holland’s friends. Why Dutschke loathed Steve Holland so hotly is not clear.
“I had never stood eyeball to eyeball or dick to dick with the man, but for some reason he just hated the hell out of me,” says Holland, a gloriously profane and paradoxically genteel man of 58. “He called me everything from gay to communist. Everything but a child of God. I mean, he had no campaign or agenda except to cut my nuts out…. But you got to get your ass up early and go to bed late to beat my ass. I’ve held this seat for thirty years. I can absolutely make love to a bull moose on the steps of the Lee County courthouse and garner more than 5 percent of the vote.”
Bryan Cranston and Dean Norris both played major roles in the pilot episode of Pamela Anderson’s cheesy bodyguard series, “V.I.P.”
I did some important investigative journalism today.
For absolutely no good reason, here’s the final scene of last night’s “Breaking Bad” finale set to “Tha Crossroads” by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.
Here’s what I did with my morning.
A conversation on iChat, beginning at 11:52 AM on September 24, 2013:
a weird thing happened on the internet today and i was thinking it’d be fun to try and explain it to you and publish our conversation
would you be willing to participate?
You. Read. Now.
how is this less suspicious than sitting at the same table
Waitress #1: What’s going on over there?
Waitress #2: Looks like a secret meeting.
Waitress #1: Thought so.
This clip of Eddie Murphy and Dick Cavett together on Letterman’s old NBC show is terrific.
Please especially note the 5:35 mark, when Letterman interrupts Cavett’s story about hanging out with Murphy for clarification on a term, at which point Cavett dryly replies “Oh, you don’t know negro talk?” and Murphy begins WAILING with laughter.
Anyway, I am now fascinated by the Murphy/Cavett friendship.