Words is Bond

I was strolling the aisles of the 'brar yesterday and came across "Ernie," everlasting Ernest Borgnine's autobiography. Look at that mirthful mug! So I picked it up but then had second thoughts. Sure, he's been in some greats, but could I get through his entire boo? I decided to flip to a random page, if it was good, I would take it out.

Well, this is the first sentence I read:

"The last thing Sam Peckinpah had said to me was that I should go fuck myself.
So did I want to work with him again? You bet your life!"

SOLD!

Amongst the many classic tales he tells is of the time he was a struggling actor in New York. Walking despondently along 10th Avenue in midwinter, he comes across a roasted chestnut cart with a sign that read:

"I don't want to set the world on fire, I just want to keep my nuts warm."

Borgnine took the creed to heart, working on almost any project that came his way, always reaching for the stars with feet planted firmly on the ground.

So, next time you're in your local 'brar, check it out! Get it? Check....out...ahh forget it.

Inspirational

Times may be tuff, but here's O.J. to remind us to always grab life by the throat.

U C Me? Hi Hater!

I made this of image Oscar hating on y'all inspired by the brilliant t-shirts that line the stalls of discerning Senegalese t-shirt/kicks/chains/beeper vendors along the hallowed thoroughfares of Delancey Street, Canal Street and BK's Fulton Street.

Mondays

Yeah, no matter where you are in the world (Cameroon), school sucks. Keep your head up, lil dude.

A Stab at New Yorker Cartoon Humour

Things Weren't Better Back in the Day (Except Back in Our Day)

Create Your Own Caption Contest.

Winner receives Props, Pounds and a litre of Gary Pettis' Jheri Curl Run-Off.

2nd place gets to run their hands, softly, through Fred Lynn's hair for precisely two minutes.

3rd place gets to fill Don Baylor's size 9 cap with soft-serve ice cream.

Loser must lay prone on the ground as Reggie focuses the Sun's rays through his glasses onto your face.

Kinda-Sorta # 5

Presenting Jackie Earle Haley aka Kelly Leak aka Rorschach in The Watchmen and two-time NBA MVP, the dime-dishin Steve Nash.
Eh? Kinda? Sorta?

And if you've seen the movie (ugh) doesn't he do a better Christian Bale than Christian Bale? Take heed kids, keep puffing those Kools and guzzling that Old Crow and you too can hoarsely mutter lines like "Wait till they get a load of me," or "I'm not locked in here with you....you're locked in here with me!"