Tuesday, afternoon, I'm just beginning to see...
First of all, there is terrible news out of Melbourne, Australia. The Treasure of the Antipodes and pop star extraordinaire Kylie Minogue
has cancelled her Showgirl World Tour after being diagnosed with breast cancer. While Portman is the Official Muse of TLBR, Kylie holds a spot in our hearts. Get well soon.
Good news coming from the Supreme Court for wine enthusiasts and wine snobs: they ruled a ban on shipping wine nationally is unconstitutional. Here's the story
. It doesn't really affect me, though. I'm neither an enthusiast or a snob. I'm of the heterosexual male who likes a nice glass of red or two while chilling at home
Oh boy, Bernie "exiled to freakin' Elba" Williams hits a grand slam - The. Greatest. Yankee. Grand. Slam. Ever.
- the Yankees win their ninth straight, and whoop-de-damn-do, they're over .500 for the first time in a long time. The hideous and horrible John Sterling got to yell both of his annoying calls for Bern Baby Bern, and they're 19-18. 1918? (Ha. That's ironical.) Listening to WEEI today, all the Yankee fans are flooding the phone lines and rejoicing. Do enjoy.
But seriously folks, congratulations for joining the race. We've been waiting for you, kinda like the wimpy boyfriend who goes to the mall with his girlfriend who claims "Oh, I need to run to the Limited for five minutes..." then tries on 45% of the store, only to leave the place 45 minutes with a scrunchie. (I'm not sure where I was going with that, but at least the Limited has comfy leather seats.)
Another Rhode Islander - Krisily Kennedy
, former Miss R.I. and NESN correspondent - makes it to the finals of the Bachelor, only to get edged out by some bank teller from Arkansas or something. The hideous and horrible (and all too naked) Richard Hatch won the first Survivor. Elisabeth Filarski-Hasselbeck was close in Survivor II. And Peter Manfredo is fighting in The Contender. When you cross the border into God's Country and you see the "Welcome to Rhode Island" sign, they often add some of the most esoteric stuff underneath. Let's hope that a blue "Home of Reality Show Contestants" sign doesn't get added to the gamut at the RI/Connecticut border.
On a side note, the Bachelor is beginning to irk me. An NFL quarterback? Jerry O'Connell's brother? Some heir to the Goodyear tire company? How hard is it for these guys? Really...
U2 is in town this week. Goal: get there without losing my shirt. I think it can be done.
Was listening to the best radio station in the WORLD today - BBC One online - and their brilliant lunchtime show Colin & Edith. In keeping with worldwide Star Wars over-hype, the lovely Edith was interviewing Samuel L. Jackson. My first question: "Does your wallet now say 'Bad Jedi Motherfucker?' "
Speaking of Samuel L., the "Samuel Jackson beer" skit ranks as the second funniest Chappelle Show piece of all time.
From Chappelle to Schapelle; Back to Australia news here. This is the saga of Schapelle Corby. I've been following this since before I went to visit Down Under almost two months ago. To learn more about it, her plight, and the dire consequences she faces despite there being proof beyond a shadow of a doubt, click on this link and read more: http://www.theage.com.au/flash/corby/corby.html
She's facing the death penalty - by firing squad - for seemingly having someone stuff her boogie board bag with 4+ kilos of weed. Sure makes the eighth amendment look pretty good, eh comrades?
Until then, hearty hopes that y'all have a good rest of your Tuesday. One.