Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Speedo-Wearing Fabio Fognini Likes to Flaunt It

As we've seen before HERE and HERE.

My First 'Cock a Doodle Doo'

I just found a photo of the toy dishes I got for Christmas in the early '70s when we lived on Tawas in Madison Heights. (I had the matching toaster, too.) It's hard to fathom how I could possibly remember what they looked like as I'm nearly certain it was the first Christmas after Dad left, which would make it nearly 44 years ago, 1972. I love that my mom placed no boundaries or gender stereotypes on me when I was a little boy -- I had as many GI Joes and Big Jims as I did Tuesday Taylor and Jody dolls -- and that the Internet was invented so I could relive moments like this. (I've been pretty much reduced to tears thinking about that time.)

Howard Johnson's Maine Restaurant to Close, Leaving Just One More

With my siblings Terence and Jennifer in 2001

The closing of one of the last two Howard Johnson restaurants in a couple of weeks will mark the end of its fried clam strips, macaroni and cheese, ice cream and other menu staples that were one of my favorite memories of childhood road trips. (The blue and orange color scheme was the coolest thing we'd ever seen, so we stole trays, ice buckets, soaps and everything else we could get our hands on because we loved the place so much!) Once the Bangor, Maine, location closes Sept. 6, the one in Lake George, N.Y., will be the last one standing. (Time for a road trip?) We lost the Times Square locale in the early aughts, but not before I was famously told by a waiter there that I was a dead ringer for that Hollywood star ... Denis Leary!

Our parents bought us these cool little suitcases, which we used for change purses!

Terence had one of the trucks ...

After my first day of work in New York City, my colleagues took me for drinks at the Paramount Hotel and then a sober-up meal at the Howard Johnson's down the corner. The macaroni and cheese burned the roof of my mouth, but it felt like a kiss.

"Mad Men" filmed a rather pivotal episode at the Lake George, N.Y., location.

Does it get any better than this? Debbie Harry even loved it!

Two of God's greatest gifts to man ... now available at home!

This is about the only thing that comes to mind when Donald Trump suggests how to make America great again.

Song of the Day: 'How About Hero' by the Kelley Deal 6000

This one's not for everyone. But for all you alt-rock fans, especially those who liked the Pixies and the Breeders, I wanted to mention that I was revisiting Kelley Deal's post-rehab project and was thoroughly enjoying it. I actually saw the Kelley Deal 6000 perform back in the day with my friend Kandy at the Black Cat in Washington, D.C., but don't remember a lot about the music. What I vividly remember is that Kandy and I got there early to get a drink and noticed Kelley and some guys hanging out -- and that there were only about 10 other people in the joint. Eventually show time came and Kelley and the band came over and hung out with everybody -- telling us that we should all go for a ride in "the Shasta," which was the name of their tour bus -- before we all finally agreed that the show must go on, despite the rather huge concert space being virtually empty! KD6000 had just released "Go to the Sugar Altar," which is where this comes from, but the "Boom Boom Boom" follow-up has its charms too, so I recommend them both.

Morning Wood

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Mug Shot Tuesday

Who could blame a young real estate agent for celebrating selling a house by f**king this retro-hot guy in it? (It happened in Friendswood, Texas, after all.) Read HERE.

The center of the three women is his mom!

What do you know, he's a "model"-- but he doesn't do nudes.

Scott Eastwood on Clint: 'Dad Punched Me, It Was Old-School.'

This must have been the year Clint Eastwood won Father of the Year:
This much is clear: the Code of Eastwood serves you well. Earning ‘it’ serves you well – even when it doesn’t seem like it. Eastwood recalls a house party he hit up with his sister. He was 16. “I had taken my younger sister, who was, like, 14, to this party. I left, maybe to go get beer with the guys. And I left her and I didn’t think about it at the time. Later, Dad found out that I’d left her there.” Clint Eastwood, all six-foot-one of him, slammed his teenage son against a wall. He wrapped his sinewy hands around Scott’s throat. And then he punched him, square in the face. “He popped me and said, ‘You don’t ever leave your sister at a party. EVER.’ And it was very old-school, very old-school of him. He wasn’t afraid. None of this new-age bullshit where you can’t even smack the kid because everyone’s afraid of being judged or whatever. That wasn’t the way that shit went down in that family... If you did something wrong, you were going to get punished. I learnt quickly – you don’t do that.” Considering how children of Hollywood royalty tend to turn out, it’s a minor miracle that Scott Eastwood isn’t a shitty person. Objectively, he’s actually pretty great.
Sigh. Read more HERE.

Meet 6-Foot-4, 216-Pound Italian Volleyball Player Filippo Lanza

A baker's dozen more photos of the Silver-medal winning dreamboat HERE.

Song of the Day: 'Josey and the Pussycats' by Juliana Hatfield and Tanya Donelly

Tanya is married to Juliana Hatfield Three bassist Dean Fisher.

Missed this one back in the day, although I somehow saw Juliana Hatfield in Baltimore during a blizzard in '94 (our car went into a spin en route to Hammerjacks thanks to black ice!), yet didn't see Tanya Donelly until Joe's Pub 2004. My brothers were always bigger fans of the Blake Babies and Juliana, although Bill notes that these days her Twitter account she "comes across as a tired spinster complaining about her rent"(!).

Morning Wood

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