Friday, January 13, 2006

One Postsecret We Most Likely Won't be Seeing

Then again, not really a secret anymore. Now, if The Smoking Gun guys could prove the veracity of Postsecrets, that would be something. Something impressive. Not simply something. Because everything is that.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

A Million Little Pieces of Turd

Hindsight by exclusion. I didn't read A Million Little Pieces. Now, I'm not sure whether I should, or I shouldn't. This decision is becoming easier and easier the more exerpts from it that I pick up by the osmosis of being addicted to this story. I read the original and it's exerpts of fat, doughnut eating small town cops and bad ass bravado; I read pieces in Slate outlining how addicts could or should or may react to it and how they should or may have seen the fraud in process and heard reactions from my (as far as I can tell) non-addict friends in addition to reading a billion other stories about the fraud and Oprah and Larry King and on and on and on. The question is being asked - how did he fool everyone for so long? And it is a great question. Primarily because this book is a raging piece of shit, judging by the exerpts. In true Frey-ian style, I am so fucking smart that if I HAD read it, I would have figured that fucking phony out.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

When Ricky Met Oscar

Continuing my recent Ricky Gervais fixation (funny, but I was living in England when The Office first came out and I tried and tried to get into it, but it didn't really take. Of course, I now tell everyone that I saw it when it was on television in England ((though I often say "on telly" because I'm a "pretentious twat")) and don't remember specific plotlines in order to cover up for the fact that I have not in fact seen the series on DVD and have in fact only watched about 15 cumulative minutes of both series and specials; but I can't get enough of the Ricky Gervais, Steve Merchant, Karl Pilkington podcast), I bounced over to because I was interested in the Channel 4 special "When Ricky Met Larry" wherein Ricky Gervais meets and chats with Larry David. I have yet to find a copy of the program online (bittorrenting seems like such a raging pain in the ass to me - yet another thing that I tell people I do, but in actuality do not, or at least, have done once and now do not do at all), but I did find this picture of the two comedy superstars from Time Out London on and it appears as though Larry has been going to the same auto body shop as Arnold for his spray tan. Strange, but as you can see from the accompanying illustration (I'm guessing it's from the Time Out index page), this embarrassment of melatonin riches did not go unnoticed by others working on the project. All that having been said, it appears as though Ricky did NOT bring the topic up in conversation with Larry - at least as far as my bittorrentless self could tell from the various UK press accounts of the interview. And no, this is not simply a question of UK/US skin tone contrast - LD looks like a body double in a Bond film. If anyone out there has seen this, please contact me and tell me RG mentions this during their chat.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Ricky Gervais Podcast

Too late in the game to post this. Too good not to post. Ricky Gervais Podcast. I have been listening from the start. Seriously. I have.

The Wahabists Can Have My Gun...

... Just as soon as the $7000 in petrodollars that I chuck into my various guzzlers filters down through the Saudi Royal Family.

Sent to me by a friend of me at some ridiculous show in Vegas.

The Basis of "Based"

My brother, who I love dearly but who is very very odd indeed, often says to people "I'm (or he or she if referring to a third person) based in Toronto." Listening to the Ricky Gervais podcast the other day, I heard Ricky's writing partner Steve Merchant solicit emails by saying "If you're based in the US, Canada or Australia..." Based. Not LIVE IN. BASE. I am BASED here, she is BASED there, he is BASED up his own ass.

People, unlike companies or Goodyear blimps, are not BASED anywhere. They live places.

The End.