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I'm a Pepper, You're a Pepper, She's a....Mrs. Fierce?
Who still asks "what are you thinking now" after the 11th grade? Thanks, anti. At least I know the best of the worst now. I avoid most of this stuff, as too much sugar free anything will give you a terrible case of what my grandfather used to call "the trots". This horrible discovery came to fruition years ago after scarfing an entire bag of sugar free gummy bears from The Sweet Shop in La Jolla. I thought I was dying. After I recovered I went back the next day to find out what the deal was, and they had a warning (in fine print) - May cause gastronomical distress. Something to do with artificial sweeteners. I swore them off for life.— October 29, 2008 9:18 a.m.
I'm a Pepper, You're a Pepper, She's a....Mrs. Fierce?
Red vines have flour in them, giving them that yummy al dente texture. Twizzlers are like plastic. Mystic Mints are almost better than the GS's Thin Mints. It's close. "I am now" would be an even better retort.— October 28, 2008 6:46 p.m.
Chris Cornell and Timbaland
Shame. Just what we need. Another Justin Timberlake. Unfortunately, the new breed of listeners know nothing better.— October 28, 2008 2:18 p.m.
I'm a Pepper, You're a Pepper, She's a....Mrs. Fierce?
My question is does anyone care about Axl Rose anymore? I went to see GnR in the late eighties at the Sports Arena. Don't ask. Someone had a ticket and I went. Same thing happened to me with Judas Priest. Anyway, we had to sit through two lame warm-up bands (who knows, probably was someone good) and hours of up close video of audience members (women ie chicks) pulling up their tops or down their pants. They finally came on at 12:00 a.m. Axl Rose ranted all night about God knows what and it was all I could do to keep myself awake, because my friend did not want to leave. It was a school night, and after the stop at the taco shop next to the 7-11 on Garnet (probably closed now), I did not get to bed until 4:00 a.m. I've not forgotten this inconsiderate behavior on their part. Beyonce says she has all these "alter egos" to deal with her stage persona. Because she is a "good, Christian girl" and her act is so overtly sexual. Chalk one up for celebretard hypocrisy. Castanza is the king of names! Remember the baby name "Seven"?!?!? I honestly do not believe there exists a decent diet soda. As a die hard DP fan, what do you think about about Mr. Pibb? I understand people have almost come to blows over this debate.— October 28, 2008 11:57 a.m.
Jack in ze Box...Schnell!!
Being a Jewtholic by marriage, I have found that the Menorah is less messy than a tree but still has the exciting potential to burn down the house! Good for you for standing up to those losers. That took guts. And good of you to leave the homeless gentleman out of it. I'm sure he had much more class than Eva Braun and her beau. From the lines I see going around the block, the Jack in the Box in Ocean Beach is a good place to go. Most folks don't have an axe to grind, just the munchies.— October 26, 2008 9:55 a.m.
Odd Couple Oddities
Peter et al was a staple. I think it had to do with the times. Even if you were rocking out you still had to infuse your collection with some meaningful ie: crappy music. A Mighty Wind stuff. Herb Albert was hip. Martini music. Finger snappin' toe tappin' turtle-neck wearin' cool. That's the hard part about seeing comedies. You want to have a good time, but you find yourself wishing everyone would shut up so you can hear. Control yourselves, people! The big theatre was best for dramas.— October 26, 2008 9:05 a.m.
Odd Couple Oddities
I do remember all that stuff. The black carnation, there were a bunch of them! Try telling my mom that. We DESTROYED her albums, playing them on our 45 record players. She has some of the great ones. Iron Butterfly, Hendrix, lots of Beatles, of course The Stones, T-Rex, not to mention Herb Albert and the TJ Brass (Whipped Cream and Other Delights!), you name it. We received our PhDs in rock from her. I miss the big theatres. It was fun to go to a packed movie, more of a shared experience.— October 24, 2008 8:21 a.m.
Odd Couple Oddities
It was at the end of Strawberry Fields (Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band). It actually plays frontward. Listen at the end, it goes "ding, ding, ding, ding, I buuuurrriieed Paul". We listened to this over and over as kids, until we scratched the crap out of what would now be my Mom's collectible Beatles album. Your commercial is very clever. Everyone remembers that period of time when the rumors of Paul dying were everywhere. Cool snippet here: The June 1970 issue of the DC Comics title Batman, written by Frank Robbins, parodied the rumour with a story entitled "Dead...Till Proven Alive", in which it is rumored that "Saul" from the band the Oliver Twists was deceased and replaced with a double. A twist ending revealed that an accident had killed every member of the Oliver Twists but Saul. The album that Robin is holding on the cover of the comic book mimics the back cover image on Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. I actually went to the Batman premier here in San Diego, at that huge theater in Mission Valley, the single screen that is now an evangelical church. We got free tee-shirts, food, and were in the huge group photo and on the news. Good times, but I think I used up my fifteen minutes. "Cranberry sauce"?!?! I want some.— October 23, 2008 2:18 p.m.
Buck Up, for Cripe's Sake
My apologies to all the friends of Bill, but I had to post this because of your reference to Nyquil. It was part of a story I started called "Touchy Subjects". I know lots of people that wear the sobriety honor badge and still imbibe in other mood-altering substances. CHEATERS!! Friends who stop drinking. Ugh. The worst. So, as an act of solidarity, you say something along the lines of "maybe I'll cut back a bit, too. I may be getting a bit too old to drink the Olsen twins under the table." Cut to your next party. Your friend is counting your drinks and pulling you aside to tell you that "you should slow down, you've probably had enough". WTF?!?! This was the same chick who six months ago was taking her cloths off in your hot tub and singing Interpol at the top of her lungs, and because you dribbled a bit of hummus on the carpet she is telling you to slow down?!? Don't get me wrong. I understand the need to sober up if you are wrecking cars and having regular encounters with law enforcement. But if you are quitting because you embarrassed yourself one too many times, and now take prescription Xanax, then please don't insist that all your friends who enjoy their cocktails are alcoholics. We've fallen and can still get up.— October 22, 2008 11:46 a.m.
Odd Couple Oddities
That's stupid. Felix and Oscar. It makes me cringe when I read about celebrities who inflict their kids with these obvious cries for MORE attention. As if they don't get enough just being a celebrity. Oh, no, I have to name my kid after a fruit or The Odd Couple guys. Just so the world knows how special they are, being my kid and all. What about John? Or Dave? "A name is free, it is something that everyone has, so if you are a celebrity, you are going to have to work that much harder to set yourself apart as a person with a specialized knowledge or a rarefied taste," said Pamela Redmond Satran, who has written baby-name books with Linda Rosenkrantz, including "Beyond Jennifer and Jason" (St. Martin's). She said a competitive impulse among stars seems to account for the recent bonanza of unlikely baby names. "In a weird way, it's like anorexia" in Hollywood, Ms. Satran said. "Anyone can be thin. The famous have to be thinner." HEY! Anorexia! Now THAT is a great Hollywood baby name. You saw it here first. My sister used to play lead trumpet in a stage band. One of the songs they played was The Odd Couple theme. Such a cool song, but nothing compared to Batman. Pow! Blam! Splat! dadadadadadadadada. Batman! All day long that will be playing in my head. Thanks a lot.— October 22, 2008 11:24 a.m.