tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107719152012-01-31T08:06:58.365-05:00Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.comBlogger4031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-70014390785875279092010-05-14T10:08:00.004-04:002010-05-14T10:25:10.004-04:00

So this is the new "new" book! Amusingly (and that word should probably be in quotes, too), I wrote and sold GOD IS IN THE PANCAKES long before Amy and I had even the glimmer of the idea for SO SUE ME, JACKASS! And in the 3 years it's taken for Pancakes to hit the shelves, we pitched, sold, wrote and came out with Jackass last September. But it's finally time for the Pancakes, and I'm very happy

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-26787435382781242202009-10-19T10:29:00.008-04:002009-10-19T16:45:06.928-04:00

In what would appear to be a never ending quest for cross-promotional self-aggrandizement, we here at the Shaking blog want to let you know that Robin now has a new book out, too, called SO SUE ME, JACKASS!: Avoiding Legal Pitfalls That Can Come Back to Bite You at Work, at Home and at Play.Co-written with Robin's sister, Amy (the brains & lawyer in the family), it's a humorous guide to everyday

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com337tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-19751724223649828412009-04-16T10:57:00.004-04:002009-04-16T11:20:48.128-04:00

Yes, you read that right! It's Renee's new book... in French! I'm not exactly sure what it's about -- my high school French only takes me so far -- but knowing Renee, I'd bet it has the critical brilliance of a Milton essay, the readability of a Harry Potter novel, and the moral authority of the Bible. No doubt it has something to offer for everyone (who speaks French).I'm ordering myself a copy

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1172069871797426032007-02-21T09:43:00.000-05:002007-02-21T10:19:39.156-05:00

You've been asking about Jay. Wondering where he's been. If we had some sort of falling out or brutal melee. You were curious if I went all Norman Mailer on his ass. Maybe you even secretly suspected I made him flee to France, just like Renee.Well, children, I hate to tell you this, but it turns out that the reason Jay's been slacking on this site (aside from his well-documented laziness), is

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com56tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1171466798233774142007-02-14T10:22:00.000-05:002007-02-14T10:27:07.096-05:00

Sadly, Tonya and Jim were not engaged in romantic role-play. Happy VD, everyone, from our cold, cold hearts to yours!

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1171294949149307922007-02-12T10:12:00.000-05:002007-02-12T10:55:20.666-05:00

I arrived home yesterday and found this note taped to the outer door of my apartment building:Dear Tenants:Your neighbors respectfully request that the relatively new residents (who display a menorah in their north facing window) use a curtain in the evenings for their living room. It will help protect all of our privacy. Thank you.In a city like New York, a city where seeing neighbors in various

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1171041025725939942007-02-09T12:02:00.000-05:002007-02-09T12:10:25.780-05:00

This cruel world could never understand.

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1170889719744158432007-02-07T18:07:00.000-05:002007-02-08T09:06:36.520-05:00

I am completely content that on official documents I’m classified: “spinster.”I am completely satisfied with the size of my apartment.I am completely comfortable with my diminished bank account.I am completely certain we have a genius in the White House. I am completely ecstatic that when I tell people I’m a writer, they say, “Oh, that’s so cute, but how do you earn a living?”I am completely

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1170537954938285392007-02-03T16:21:00.000-05:002007-02-03T16:25:55.076-05:00

Apologies for not posting to the blog this week, we got a bit detained...Los Angeles Police arrested a man dressed as Chewbacca on Thursday. His crime: Head-butting a tour guide on the Hollywood Walk of Fame "who told the character he shouldn't be asking a tourist for money," reports KABC-TV... The isn't the first time there's been an incident like this. Back in October '05, two gentlemen dressed

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1169829692755545022007-01-26T11:31:00.000-05:002007-01-26T11:41:32.790-05:00

Lifetime, the network for gay men and apparently a few women, has mashed its demographics into what producers surely thought would be ratings gold: a show about gay men and the deluded women who date them.Well, sort of about that. It's actually a bottom-feeding dating show that features three men and a female suitor. The twist? One is straight and single, one is straight and taken, and the

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1169476116170334962007-01-22T09:09:00.000-05:002007-01-22T10:53:42.263-05:00

"Miss USA Tara Conner finished her stint in rehab yesterday but, contrary to swirling rumors, didn't have a welcome-home bash at the club where she spent many of her notoriously wild nights... Tara successfully avoided what would've been one of the worst PR blunders in history by eschewing a coming-out party at Stereo, the frequent scene of her debauchery." In recent days, the beauty pageant

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1169226633965305002007-01-19T12:02:00.000-05:002007-01-19T12:10:34.010-05:00

Not sure how many Shakers are regular 24 watchers, but if you haven't jumped on the Jack Bauer Express yet, now's the time. The show, in a word, is awesome. In just the first episode, Jack rips out a man's carotid artery with his bare teeth. By episode 3, a main character, one of Jack's colleagues, is shot in the throat. By Jack. Fraankly, it's this commitment to fast-paced action that every

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1168958731235564432007-01-16T09:06:00.000-05:002007-01-16T17:29:03.453-05:00

Okay, change of plan: Today's post was originally going to be a thoughtful consideration on the state of America's role models for young girls, beauty pageant winners. You see yesterday, our THIRD queen in two weeks, Ashley Harder, aka Miss New Jersey, announced she had to hand off her tiara to the somewhat less pregnant runner up, Erin Abrahamson. Honestly, who could have guessed that women who

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com97tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1168624920533279832007-01-12T12:53:00.000-05:002007-01-12T13:02:00.576-05:00

That's right, Becks is on his way here. David Beckham (heard of him?) and his Spicy wife (Posh? Poosh? whatever) just signed a 250 million dollar contract to play with the Los Angeles Galaxy. Which is not, it turns out, the WNBA team. So of course this is completely exciting as America was running out of celebrity couples. Brangelina? So over. TomKat? Feh. BeckPosh? Oh yeah.But, Becks

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1168268654730219552007-01-08T09:08:00.000-05:002007-01-08T14:50:43.183-05:00

Memo to Oprah From the Desk of Robin EpsteinOmigod O!How can it be? How is it possible that someone would have the nerve, the wickedness, the devil-may-care-I'm-not-interested-in-promoting-my-book-or-fad-diet attitude to try to extort YOU? You are, after all, an American icon, a cottage industry, a South African Girls School founder, a Dr. Phil

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1168014326083412582007-01-05T11:16:00.000-05:002007-01-05T11:25:26.116-05:00

Happy 2007, you wankers. Rather than sending commemorative plates featuring Robin and me in yoga poses, let us instead give an even greater gift. (And trust me, that really means something considering Robin's sublime downward facing dog.) I point you in the direction of maybe the funniest thing to hit airwaves in years. And of course it hit British airwaves since America hasn't produced a funny

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1167760167070942602007-01-02T11:51:00.000-05:002007-01-02T15:29:24.263-05:00

Former New York City mayor and original Mean Girl, Rudy Guiliani, has a lot of 'splaining to do. According to the Daily News, a binder filled with damaging notes and game plan details for his future losing presidential run was "found" in one of the cities Rudy visited while campaigning for other Republicans in the November election.Like any teenage girl debating her chances to be elected prom

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com70tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1167436359251516272006-12-29T17:51:00.000-05:002006-12-31T12:59:00.226-05:00

As someone who has never been a bride I can't pretend to understand the stresses brought on by wedding planning. Still, I do have an inkling how difficult the whole lead up to the aisle can be for the majority of the betrothed. They worry about just about every detail, big and small, from the location of the reception to choice of appetizers to the color of the monogram on the hand towels in the

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1167345468099124692006-12-28T17:18:00.000-05:002006-12-28T17:40:38.050-05:00

Despite popular opinion in this country that 24 hours a day of television broadcast with a "distinctly French point of view" is 23 hours, fifty-nine minutes and fifty-seven seconds a day too many, I, personally have been intrigued by the concept of France24, France's new news and culture network. And this has nothing to do with the fact that a very good friend of mine and the author of one of our

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1167062207170108532006-12-25T10:54:00.000-05:002006-12-25T11:05:08.256-05:00

Just wanted to wish all a wonderful holiday -- and remind you that there are only 365 shopping days left till next Christmas!(And to all the rest, look forward to seeing you at the Woody Allen festival at the Film Forum! I'll be the one smelling of kung pao chicken.)

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1166637180654238182006-12-20T12:36:00.000-05:002006-12-20T13:42:25.390-05:00

So the Chinese government's Center for Adoption Affairs has just announced plans to tighten requirements for those would be Chinese baby cherry pickers. According to an article in the Star-Telegram, people who may no longer be eligible for Chinese adoptions include:• Unmarried people (ed: Sorry lonely ladies, we don't want you either!)• Overweight people with a body mass index greater than 40 (ed

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1166541280125985992006-12-19T09:28:00.000-05:002006-12-19T10:26:23.263-05:00

Dear Yogi, Fred, Tom, Jerry, Shaggy, Scooby, Elroy, Vanity Smurf, et. al,It is with a heavy heart that I write this note to express my sympathy for the death of your father, Joseph Barbera, one half of the ingenious creative animation team, Hanna-Barbera. Joseph Barbera was a true inspiration to me, a man who filled on average 8.4 hours of each day when I was a kid, back in the days before

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1166202222430187032006-12-15T11:58:00.000-05:002006-12-15T12:03:42.493-05:00

Oh. My. God.Cheney has struck again. I just know that somehow the Embodiment Of All Evil is responsible for Sen. Johnson's malady. He must be stopped. Watch your back, Ted Kennedy.

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1165940994575403122006-12-12T11:21:00.000-05:002006-12-12T11:30:30.326-05:00

With no apologies to T.S. Eliot whatsoever...The Love Song of A. Leanora MortimearstBy R.K. EpsteinLET us roll then, you and I,When the evening is spread out against the skyLike a text message from an undesirable guy;Let us Escalade, to a certain district of Meat,Happily gentrified through PR heatPurged of trannies who trolled the streetAnd carcasses hanging by their feet:Streets that unfurl off

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1165599457896714942006-12-08T12:32:00.000-05:002006-12-08T12:37:37.950-05:00

Poor Lindsay. A career and life spiraling out of control, the young starlet reaches out to the obvious choice of Al Gore to help turn her life around. But the former veep has yet to return her IM'd cries for help. C'mon, Al. Compared to this girl, global warming's a cake walk. How about tackling a real disaster? Now that's what a guy could run for president on. "GORE IN 2008. HE FIXED

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1165416612648587912006-12-06T09:09:00.000-05:002006-12-06T11:07:03.306-05:00

As I was reading today's New York Times Circuits section and flipped to its back page, I nearly choked on my chocolate chip muffin when I saw an ad for the Samsung BlackJack. The ad features a pretty model, the bold text reads, rachel2, and its tagline is, "your style to a higher power. the slimmer, smarter Samsung BlackJack." (NB: apparently capitalizing the first letter in a sentence is for

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1165250037231894672006-12-04T11:21:00.000-05:002006-12-04T11:39:28.766-05:00

Was just listening to the radio and heard what may well be the worst example of songwriting um, ever. But in fairness to John Bon Jovi, auteur behind the "Have a Nice Day" album, I do think this is the type of thing that requires a little comparative analysis. So today begins the "Dumbest Lyric... Ever" contest. Beat this one, and, in addition to winning a real sense of personal satisfaction, you

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1164997355387357082006-12-01T13:13:00.000-05:002006-12-01T13:22:35.453-05:00

Very exciting news this week. Russia has reasserted itself as the shady evil empire we loved during the 80s. Now, I don't really know what happened to that spy they poisoned (frankly, the headline is enough for me, I'm too lazy to click on links anymore) but thank god they're back in business. The fall of communism has left our hollywood action stars with sub-par villains to battle against.

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1164726945721959502006-11-28T09:12:00.000-05:002006-11-28T10:43:57.300-05:00

Barbara: Hey, Jenna.Jenna: Hi... twin.Barbara: It's Barbara. My name is Barbara.Jenna: Really? Hey, isn't that also the name of our...Barbara: Our grandmother. Yes, it's also the name of our grandmother.Jenna: She's the one with the white hair and mannish physique, right?Barbara: Well that certainly ain't Grandpa.Jenna: Okay, cool, that's what I thought. So, what's up? And don't say "my dinner

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1164127901435216632006-11-21T10:54:00.000-05:002006-11-28T13:07:58.560-05:00

Here's how I'd do it: MURDERER!Okay, now that that's out of the way, I have a music recommendation for you people. Yes, yes, I know. In the past I’ve been accused of having terrible taste in music. And I just have to say those accusations hurt me a great deal because they were as right as rain. But a new day has dawned, and even though I still have great fondness for Ace of Base, my palette has

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1163781189031188382006-11-17T11:28:00.000-05:002006-11-17T11:33:09.063-05:00

I, Tom, take thee Katie, in the presence of our friends and family, including that couple standing in for your parents, and the almighty Xenu, to be my friend, my lover, the mother of my children and my wife. I vow to love you so much, like a love that’s just, wow, serious love. Yeah! Like a climb on top of this altar, back-flip kind of love! Oh, right, sorry, not that I would

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1163522432904450782006-11-14T10:45:00.000-05:002006-11-14T12:36:46.003-05:00

Boy, sexual predators on the internet just can't catch a break! Today comes news that there are bigger, badder motherfuckers lurking in cyberspace who are putting simple pedophiles to shame. Turns out death row inmates are the latest commuters on the information superhighway, and guess what parents? They want your children to be their friendsters! According to the Telegraph, "At least 30

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1163179748476291242006-11-10T12:25:00.000-05:002006-11-10T12:29:08.506-05:00

First, no need to comment on the miracle that was Tuesday other than to say, once again, FUCK YEAH!Ok, then. So, in other delightful news this week, Borat continued to delight audiences with his twisted Tocqueville journey through some of the more excitable parts of our nation. Unfortunately, though, some of our fellow citizens don’t come off as the contemplative, evolved individuals that they

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1163015686891226382006-11-08T14:29:00.000-05:002006-11-08T14:55:21.746-05:00

Favorite headline of the day, "White House Concedes Defeat." Who could have imagined before yesterday those in the White House knew what the word "concedes" meant?And if that weren't good enough, the Bush administration's own Professor Griff, that combative Minister of DisInformation, Donald Rumsfeld, has just resigned! I mean damn, when the Army Times says you're a nincompoop who has badly

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1162923479971533972006-11-07T13:14:00.000-05:002006-11-07T13:17:59.976-05:00

And you thought the term "frazzled poll worker" only applied to a certain disgraced evangelical leader...In Indiana's Marion County, about 175 of 914 precincts turned to paper because poll workers didn't know how to run the machines, said Marion County Clerk Doris Ann Sadler. She said it could take most of the day to fix all of the machine-related issues.

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1162915894609008512006-11-07T11:09:00.000-05:002006-11-07T11:22:34.533-05:00

Because maybe Robin was too understated, please VOTE today. And then treat yourself to a gay massage and some crystal meth. It's the American way.

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1162912425444114602006-11-07T10:04:00.000-05:002006-11-07T10:19:33.730-05:00

Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Democrat. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Democrat. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Democrat. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Democrat. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Democrat. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Democrat. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Vote. Democrat. Vote. Vote.

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1162577147546104412006-11-03T12:39:00.000-05:002006-11-03T13:17:27.353-05:00

Hello gentle readers, Robin here. Okay, look, I know you're disappointed to be hearing from me instead of Funnyman Jay Dyckman today since Fridays are usually Jay Days at the Shaking blog. But before you start with the inevitable question of, "Oh, so she knocked Jay off now, too?" I'm just here to tell you that Jay is on the road and unable to post right now.He did, however, ask me to pass a

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1162309005492990862006-10-31T09:04:00.000-05:002006-10-31T11:14:55.910-05:00

If you live in the West Village as I do, it's virtually impossible to forget the approach of Halloween. Not only because everyday is a form of Halloween here, but also because stores start preparing for this most holy of days in mid-July. But say you're not Liv Tyler or Gwyneth, Julianne Moore, Jodie Foster, Willem DaFoe or Meryl Streep, and you don't live within spitting distance of me. (And

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1162051158990617252006-10-28T11:22:00.000-04:002006-10-30T09:32:24.690-05:00

Hellooooooooooooooooo!Remember meeeeeeeeeee??Dahlinks, I'm back. Not really back back, if you will, but back to say that I've been away, I still am, and that you can't get rid of me so easily. I'd like to thank the kind, concerned readers who've written in after having thought they saw me, because I think that Robin and Jay have been worried. That I might come back. And to know that I'm holed up

Renéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282547537633531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1161879396976881932006-10-26T12:12:00.000-04:002006-10-26T14:17:16.953-04:00

Less than two weeks to go til the election and I can barely sit still. And neither can Michael J. Fox. In a potent new ad, the loveable 80s and 90s sitcom star who has been suffering from Parkinson’s for years makes an impassioned plea to the voters in Missouri and Maryland to support embryonic stem cell research and vote for those candidates who have also come out in support of it. It is a

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1161697690393079742006-10-24T09:11:00.000-04:002006-10-24T09:52:46.130-04:00

Readers of this blog will no doubt remember that not so long ago another large presence loomed here, piping up and spouting off about all manner of matter. But that voice (let's call it "Renée") has fallen silent for the past two months or so. Why? you've no doubt wondered. Where did this Renée go? you've asked. Was there some nasty falling out? Did the bizarre love triangle here go horribly awry

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1161365177378038322006-10-20T13:20:00.000-04:002006-10-20T13:26:17.503-04:00

From the very botom of my heart, I would like to thank Mark Foley. I seriously love you. Not only are you doing everything humanly possible to put the Democrats back in charge, but your story gets better by the day.Today's update? “Once maybe I touched him,” [Foley's priest] told the television station. “It’s not something you call, I mean, rape or penetration or anything like that, you know.

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1161264968668612792006-10-19T09:09:00.000-04:002006-10-19T09:43:59.790-04:00

Tonight Em & Lo, sexperts extraordinaire, are running an "interactive presentation" to promote their fabulous new books, Rec Sex and Sex Toy, at the Rizzoli Bookstore (West 57th betw. 5th & 6th) from 5:30-7:00 pm. The ladies describe the event thusly: "We talk trash in this classy bookstore where they serve everyone complimentary Prosecco. Rizzoli is featured in the book Cool Shops of New York."

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1161093236746612602006-10-17T09:52:00.000-04:002006-10-17T10:02:27.216-04:00

In our ever-evolving (read: glacially lazy) attempt to keep this blog interesting to our rabid readership (What's up, Mom? Sorry I didn't call you back last night!), we like to introduce new features here at the Shaking Blog (that we will eventually abandon like so many of Jay's childhood pets [by the side of the road and/or in the basement freezer]). Well today happens to be such a day, and the

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1160756891176437752006-10-13T12:09:00.000-04:002006-10-13T12:28:11.983-04:00

In the best story this week not related to pervy congressmen texting teenage boys about their masturbatory rituals, Mark Downs, a coach of a little league team in Uniontown, PA, was sentenced to one to six years in jail for offering an 8-year old player $25 to bean his 9-year old autistic teammate because the kid wasn't very good and the coach really, really wanted to win the game. Money in

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1160490776593566352006-10-10T09:01:00.000-04:002006-10-10T11:00:08.976-04:00

Schadenfreude is an ugly word. It's guttural, it's hard to spell, but mostly it's ugly because it means delighting in someone else's misfortune. And yet.And yet sometimes, it would seem, it's pretty freakin' funny. Take the experience I had this weekend at a recently reviewed Manhattan eatery. To give you the back-story, Renee and I discovered this restaurant when it first opened over two years

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1160147127958812272006-10-06T10:58:00.000-04:002006-10-06T11:05:28.006-04:00

One of the curious sidenotes to the wonderland that is the Foley scandal is that House speaker Dennis Hastert has been forced out from under the rock he usually lives under. For a man who has held the post of Republican House speaker longer than anyone in history, it's odd that he has flown so far under the radar. But then you see his picture and realize that we are, in fact, a very lucky

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1159884422489568122006-10-03T08:59:00.000-04:002006-10-03T10:19:52.366-04:00

Considering the current state of affairs in Washington, it's especially hard to get sex off the brain this morning. We long ago learned that birds do it, bees do it, and now, through an AOL IM weblog, we know Republican Congressmen in charge of the House Caucus on Missing and Exploited Children, do it--nay, "Spank it!"--too.But children, sex (when not forced on a 16 year old page by a repressed

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1159545998307698112006-09-29T11:58:00.000-04:002006-09-29T12:06:38.396-04:00

There’s not many sights that will make the average New Yorker recoil on the sidewalk. Window displays featuring headless mannequins in mesh jock straps waving the American flag? Of course. Giant inflatable rat poised to attack a callous Duane Reade? A no-brainer. Homeless man relieving himself on the side of Starbucks? When you gotta go, you gotta go. A woman getting her face sewn up on 24

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com80tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1159369941457558532006-09-27T10:21:00.000-04:002006-09-27T11:18:38.423-04:00

Hello, and thanks for coming out today to the "This is not just a cheap attempt to exploit the tragic death of Anna's beloved son" press conference. I know many of you paid a great deal of money to be here, but if you look under your seats, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised to find a goodie bag, which includes special Halloween Peeps and last month's issue of Vanity Fair, because we wanted

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1159198247998897582006-09-25T10:03:00.000-04:002006-09-25T13:38:01.806-04:00

The Jewish New Year started this weekend, which means for the week to come, Jews across the globe will be doing their damndest to get inscribed in G-d's big book of "Who Lives and Who Dies 2006-2007." Next Monday, on Yom Kippur, that book will close, so on that day we'll fast and give the whole sin-purge thing one last push. See, the thing is, if your name ain't inside that book at the closing

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1158936463022398652006-09-22T10:46:00.000-04:002006-09-22T10:47:43.090-04:00

Facing what polls suggest is now a highly competitive Senate race, Allen pledged his commitment to working for people of all racial backgrounds as he addressed the Fairfax County Republican Committee's third annual Ethnic Community Campaign Kick-Off Rally. "It is invigorating to be with everyone here of all sorts of diverse backgrounds," Allen told more than 500 GOP voters of Filipino, Indian,

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com184tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1158762999086801112006-09-20T10:33:00.000-04:002006-09-20T10:36:39.173-04:00

To: Rosie O'DonnellFrom : Bill Geddie, Executive ProducerDate: Tuesday, September 5, 2006Re: Your First Show!! Rosie's back!! Let me just begin by saying, once again, how excited we all are to have you on The View. Now, we all think today's show went pretty well, but there's always room for improvement. So, please consider these notes as merely helpful suggestions designed to

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1158675216268990472006-09-19T09:22:00.000-04:002006-09-19T11:12:18.793-04:00

Dear Investors,As CEO of Amaranth Advisers, it falls to me to pass along some news. Happily, my youngest, Trip, began his Senior year at Choate without incident -- fingers crossed he'll be Harvard's problem next year! Judy and I celebrated our second anniversary in Mustique, and since she's 21 now, we were even allowed to celebrate with some champagne! And our hedge fund lost $3 billion. This

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1158336261764660732006-09-15T11:59:00.000-04:002006-09-15T12:04:21.810-04:00

Yes, it was a shameless ploy to boost ratings, but it worked. I watched Survivor: Race War last night just to see how TV's worst idea since The View would turn out. And, of course, it sucked. It is no different than all the previous seasons. People whine. Not much gets done. The hotties are quick to seek each other out. Blah, blah, blah. But while the show isn't much fun, imagining the

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1158251886135618202006-09-14T12:23:00.000-04:002006-09-14T12:42:20.533-04:00

Here's the headline:Segway Recalls Scooters for Injury RiskThe "risk," of course, is that you'll look like a douchebag. And yes, in case you were wondering, that is our President falling off his scooter.

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1158072735699621502006-09-12T10:08:00.000-04:002006-09-12T10:56:24.233-04:00

Contrary to popular belief, that title does not refer to Renee, Jay and me, or what happened to us on our summer vacation. Rather, THREE FALLEN WOMEN is a new book recommended to us by our great friend and supporter in Chicago, Leah Jones, whose other friend, Amy Guth, has just published. Leah speaks very highly of Amy, and since Leah also speaks very highly of us (or so she says), we're inclined

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1157980646808297392006-09-11T09:13:00.000-04:002006-09-11T09:27:10.320-04:00

Peace be with you today. Cause we're back tomorrow.

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1155759628921788202006-08-16T15:55:00.000-04:002006-08-17T09:36:19.886-04:00

We'd write something clever about how we're closing shop for the rest of August, taking a much needed respite -- Renee's off to Paris (Texas), Jay's off to the country (Rehab), I'm off the fake tanner (not really)-- but the amusing little elves who write our zingers have already made like bakery trucks and hauled buns. See? Told you.We'll be back in September though, so check back then if you're

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1155582581368947202006-08-14T14:37:00.000-04:002006-08-14T15:10:07.396-04:00

Know what today is? Today is August 14th! Sure, that was an easy one -- even the contestants on The World Series of Pop Culture could have gotten that one right. But I mean do you know why this date in history is special? Aside from the fact that 3 years ago to the day NYC was plunged into darkness during the aptly named "August 14th, 2003 Blackout"?Well children-who-like-history, today is not

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1154707222987093822006-08-04T11:51:00.000-04:002006-08-04T12:00:23.020-04:00

When stuck for something to post about, it's always a good idea to turn to CNN online. And today they didn't disappoint. Apparently, Sylvester Stallone has offered to donate the statue of Rocky to the city of Philadelphia and house it at the base of the museum steps that he runs up in that iconic scene from the first movie. (Remember? All those kids cheering him on? I don't see that as a

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1154561999128688802006-08-02T19:27:00.000-04:002006-08-16T16:32:27.810-04:00

Pardon my French, but this heat is fucking ridiculous. I was going to post earlier in the day, but I literally turned into one of those Wonder Twins puddles. And the New York Times wasn't helping matters by putting this picture in the paper. It's like, Grandma, I know it's hot, but put a fucking bra on! Oy.So since we're very pro-environment here on the Shaking Blog--in a "just don't fuck with my

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1154466553824199982006-08-01T15:44:00.000-04:002006-08-05T05:52:56.346-04:00

You know the old idea that 'there's no free lunch'? And how that old idea is especially true of New York City real estate, where not only is there no free lunch, you usually end up buying it for the broker and the movers and the owners and the super, and STILL they somehow neglected to tell you abut that rodent issue?Well, I'm currently discovering a whole new adage in a whole new language in a

Renéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282547537633531noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1154100881340785852006-07-28T11:30:00.000-04:002006-07-28T11:34:41.410-04:00

Inspired by Lance Bass’s shocking, out-of-left-field, no-one-saw-it-coming, “I’m gay!” declaration, here are some other startling celebrity pronouncements:Paris Hilton: I’m gross!Nicole Ritchie: I’m hungry!Britney Spears: I’m white trash!Madonna: I’m too old to still be doing this!Katie Holmes: I’m being held against my will!Christie Brinkley: I’m pissed!Naomi Campbell: I have an anger

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1153935233537502452006-07-26T08:59:00.000-04:002006-07-26T13:36:47.643-04:00

"Sorry 'Bout That, Love!" That's what Sean from HP customer support told me after we spent an hour on the phone together--and $100--and he came to the conclusion that my hard drive, she was kaput. After our convo, I decided that "Sorry about that, Love," was a phrase I'd like to see banned from the lexicon. I never never never want to hear it uttered again, and if it is ever said again in my

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1153320369322114802006-07-19T09:34:00.000-04:002006-07-19T10:51:49.103-04:00

Ever wonder how to erase old marks on a dry erase board? How to survive a ninja assault? How to become a nude art model? Well you're in luck, dear readers, because dollars to donuts there's a Wiki for you!A Wha-ki you ask? (Okay, let's face it, you're only asking that question if you're old enough to have owned Duane Wayne flip glasses.) Well, Oldies, for you I'll explain it--or more precisely,

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1153150024358654532006-07-17T11:02:00.000-04:002006-07-17T11:27:05.066-04:00

I think I also speak for Robin and Jay when I say that we just love reader feedback. To know that our message is making it out into the world and that people are listening and writing back just really validates this whole exciting blogging adventure. Robin and I especially, as old women, really need that validation. Jay would prefer a cocktail, but see what you can do.And then there are the

Renéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282547537633531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1152889961698580572006-07-14T11:08:00.000-04:002006-07-14T11:19:59.443-04:00

In probably the most tragic story I’ve read in weeks, and a sobering reminder for Robin and Renee, a woman in Oregon was arrested recently after using the 911 system to track down “the cute cop” who had answered her door earlier that the evening about a noise complaint. That’s a crime??Here’s how the lonely-hearted defendant, Lorna Jeanne Dudash, explained it to the dispatch operator: "He's the

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1152745846715881692006-07-12T18:32:00.000-04:002006-07-12T19:17:02.066-04:00

Raoul Felder, who represented Mr. Giuliani in his divorce from Ms. Hanover, said he had see works of art and record collections slashed by angry spouses, a puppy put in the microwave and a cat in a washing machine. "The puppy died, the cat lived," he said. Real Estate and Rubble: When Marriages Go AwryMy jaw dropped when I read this story this morning on the subway. I mean I can completely

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1152551982532132392006-07-10T12:59:00.000-04:002006-07-13T10:18:51.793-04:00

"Ah Zidane! Why this?! Why now? Why tonight?!" the French announcer yelled out, echoing the horror felt in every living room in France on Sunday night.It was the 110th minute of one of the most high-stakes World Cup finals ever, when player #10, Zinedine Zidane--national hero and global soccer icon, unironically described as the best soccer player in the world--got himself disqualified. Up until

Renéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282547537633531noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1152286475616054062006-07-07T11:30:00.000-04:002006-07-07T11:53:05.140-04:00

Admit it, something smells funny about Ken Lay’s sudden departure from this mortal coil. Not exactly known as a model of courage or integrity, Lay’s “passing” has all the earmarks of a Valley of the Dolls exit strategy. He drops two months before he is sentenced to the rest of his life in prison? Someone call the CSI kids, we got a mystery to solve. Now, I don’t come here to bid “good riddance

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1152109197858147622006-07-05T09:24:00.000-04:002006-07-05T10:28:04.596-04:00

When my six-year-old niece, Maddie, chose to become a vegetarian, the content of a hot dog played no small role in her decision. One afternoon she just tugged at my sister's skirt and said, "Mom, you know chicken?" My sister said, "Yes, I know chicken, what about it?" Maddie continued, "Well, when we eat chicken, are we really eating a CHICKEN?" My sister nodded. Maddie's eyes widened. "And

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1152070716091075572006-07-04T23:18:00.000-04:002006-07-04T23:43:07.886-04:00

What an amazing document. What a shame our President doesn't read the papers...When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1152030299045266092006-07-04T11:45:00.000-04:002006-07-04T12:26:53.573-04:00

Since only three people in all of the entire blogosphere are online today (hi Mrs. Epstein! Shout-out to the Shaking fans in Beijing!), and since I feel sincere gratitude and symathy for those of you who are, I'll keep it short. I'll also keep it short because I'm tryping on a French keyboard and why the frigging Q is where the A should be, and why they hide the period up above the semi-colon

Renéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282547537633531noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1151682696720642642006-06-30T11:35:00.000-04:002006-06-30T11:51:36.796-04:00

After taking a job near a Whole Foods recently, I thought I hit paydirt. Fresh food and a chance to rub elbows with Uma Thurman at the salad bar? Yes, thank you. But there’s a drawback I hadn’t counted on. It appears that Whole Foods is ground zero for every lefty campaign/advocacy group in the tri-state area. Want to save the whales? Stalk Whole Foods customers. Concerned about sweatshop

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1151505400700479322006-06-28T09:40:00.000-04:002006-06-28T10:47:15.836-04:00

Okay, technically this was a New York Times story that might not have merited front page status. But it was a summer Saturday, and really, how many pieces can we read about that unending war, huh? Anyways, Women Have Seen It All on Subway, Unwillingly was right there below the fold, and the gist of the story was that virtually every woman in New York has gotten flashed in the subways at one

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1151359635383561832006-06-26T16:50:00.000-04:002006-06-26T18:24:37.156-04:00

Remember the color-coded security levels from right after 9/11?Remember how sometimes when you woke up it was an Orange Alert Day! or a Red Alert Day! Other mornings it was just a Blue day ("guarded risk"), but it was never just a friendly Green ("low-risk") day. Some mornings you were suddenly at super-severe risk of a terrorist attack on who the fuck knew where or from whom--but be careful,

Renéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282547537633531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1151076394891345512006-06-23T11:21:00.000-04:002006-06-23T11:26:34.966-04:00

Wow, Robin’s really on a tear this week. Smackin' up Rather. Sticking it to Curly. Easy girl. Get back on your meds. Curly and Rather are just trying to make a buck, like everyone else. Now I know you made things right with Dan this week, but what about Curly? I think you owe Curly an apology.But not an Ozzie Guillen apology. No, definitely not one of those.For those of you who use the

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1151009970592274182006-06-22T16:56:00.000-04:002006-06-22T17:00:17.500-04:00

Granted, I’ve been feeling pretty peevish this week. For instance yesterday I gratuitously bashed Dan Rather like a Teletubby piñata at the Republican National Convention. (I apologize, Mr. Rather, I blame the humidity and the impossible search for fairly priced housing in Manhattan--more on that another day). But I’d be remiss if I didn’t take the opportunity to call out this, the dumbest of

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1150901687255460062006-06-21T09:30:00.000-04:002006-06-21T17:00:56.863-04:00

Call me unsentimental, hard-nosed, head strong, a cool customer or a tough nut (my mother's fave term of endearment for me), but I think Dan Rather should be doing a dance of joy that he lasted 44 years at CBS instead of boo-hoo-hooing his way off the stage and into the crisply pixellated sunset of HDTV. In a story in today's New York Times , Rather sounds distinctly pissed at his former

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1150735709357308392006-06-19T12:01:00.000-04:002006-06-19T12:48:29.823-04:00

Thank goodness: another child saved.Angie tells Coop--Mrs. Jolie-Pitt, that is, in her first interview since returning to the US, which she accorded to Anderson Super-Hot Shit Cooper--that she and Mr. Jolie-Pitt will definitely adopt next. The interview airs tomorrow night, and it makes perfect sense that this is the nugget they're leaking, because while Angie was once an actress who made movies,

Renéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282547537633531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1150469302665882232006-06-16T10:39:00.000-04:002006-06-16T10:48:22.730-04:00

In a discouraging yet not unexpected move this week, the Supreme Court turned back a century of homeowner privacy rights when they decided that the cops no longer need to knock and announce themselves when executing a warrant. Signaling that he is in fact the lap dog we all knew he’d be, robe rookie Alito cast the deciding vote that basically now gives cops the same rights your mother had when

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1150293839343187492006-06-14T09:59:00.000-04:002006-06-14T13:21:43.883-04:00

Big news today, people! Beeeeeg news. No, I’m not talking about the quickie Prez Bush gave the soon-to-be assassinated Prime Minister Nuri Kamal al-Maliki in Baghdad yesterday, sneaking in and out of the country under cloak of darkness in a manner more befitting a discreet whore than the “leader” of the free world. I’m not referring to the fact that Rove wriggled out of yet another indictment,

Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852080432284323633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1150212091624641312006-06-13T10:27:00.000-04:002006-06-13T11:21:31.853-04:00

I've been cooped up at home, sick, for the past few days, which is the only time, really, when I wish I had cable. I mean, c'mon, how can you be sick without cable? At least there's TBS and I got lucky enough that this week they're broadcasting lots of 80's classics. Including THE 80's classic: Fast Times At Ridgemont High. Where do I begin? The movie is, of course, awesome. It's like a period

Renéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282547537633531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1149872141381113442006-06-09T12:47:00.000-04:002006-06-09T12:55:41.520-04:00

Adding to its already abundant crop of reality series, MTV (seriously, drop the “M” already, it’s been like ten years since the channel played any music) debuted the Laguna Beach spin-off, The Hills, this week. And, as a 33-year old male living in Chelsea, I am, of course, the target demographic. So I watched. I am a sick, sick person.Not surprisingly, The Hills breaks no new ground. The show

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1149872057240532402006-06-09T12:36:00.000-04:002006-06-09T12:54:17.376-04:00

What's funnier than a dead puppy?A dead puppy being used as an assault weapon!What do you get when you put together a dead chihuahua and a crazy broad?Dead puppy rage!What soft and brown and gets used to beat someone upside the head?A dead puppy!None of which would be funny if they weren't, uh, also true. Today's big headline from the heartland (I swear to god I didn't make this up):Missouri

Renéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282547537633531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1149767020102572772006-06-08T07:34:00.000-04:002006-06-08T07:43:40.133-04:00

I was coming back from the Samuel French Short Play Festival on Monday night, where I saw the brilliantly creative Suzanne Dottino’s play, The Burning, (Suzanne’s also the co-Editor In Chief of the KGB Bar Lit magazine) when I had one of those very cool New York moments.It started, as many of these things do, in a smelly E train. It was around 9 pm and an incredibly diverse crowd of people got in

Renéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282547537633531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1149530294734294532006-06-05T13:14:00.000-04:002006-06-05T13:58:14.980-04:00

Movie stars and politics have always been such a welcome addition to our quality of life. Ronald Reagan is, of course, the outstanding example of how many good things come from mixing the two: cold war, deregulation, tax breaks for the wealthy, global ridicule of the President--all the things that make you proud to be an American.From the time of Hanoi Jane, the media has loved nothing more than

Renéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00380282547537633531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1149282200411269152006-06-02T15:52:00.000-04:002006-06-02T17:03:20.493-04:00

So there's really only one thing to discuss this week and that's the departure of Katie Couric from the Today show and the (seemingly) 14 hour love-fest they dedicated to her. Now, I'll be honest. I've never watched the Today show and I'll be damned if I was going to tune in just for that farewell farce. But, I've seen enough highlight clips that I feel more than qualified to weigh in with my

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1149084133124638452006-05-31T09:10:00.000-04:002006-05-31T10:12:10.066-04:00

It says something about my conscience, I suppose, that when I saw that subject line in my inbox this morning, my overly-caffeinated heart momentarily tried to leap from its cavity. See I watched My Name Is Earl this year and I've learned about Karma. Previously I thought karma only affected chameleons. I believe it was the Bard who said, It comes and goes, it comes and go-e-oh-oes.But a few weeks

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So who knew that the New York Times' illustrious--and conservative--editorialist, John Tierney, was so openly...fey?It appears that over the Memorial Day weekend, when his cohorts in politics and commentating were probably going on about patriotism and honor and the duty to serve, Johnny was getting...a manicure!He writes it off as research, the classic field trip that editorialists very rarely

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As the world (or, possibly, the entire universe) eagerly awaits the birth of our twenty-first century messiah, also known as the spawn of Brangelina, the uber-couble have thrown a wrench in the usually well-oiled machine that is the tabloids. Demonstrating a cunning that most would not associate with the photogenic Pitt or Jolie, the couple has sought refuge from the shutterbugs by actually

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1148475741852889342006-05-24T09:02:00.000-04:002006-05-24T09:09:10.983-04:00

I'm beginning to think twins are no longer just the provenance of Doublemint commercials, Devito/Schwarzenegger films and all the Grups in my neighborhood. Check out the folks in these photos (at least 1/2 the pair was seen in the yesterday's NYTimes) and tell me they haven't been separated at birth:On the left h'oil heir Brandon Davis, the lovely young gentleman who, to curry favor with a

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It was with great delectation that I read today's New York Times story--a front page, top of the fold story, no less!--about the always fascinating thing that the Clintons' call their marriage. For years I've wondered--intrigued, envious--what could hold together a relationship that had survived: countless skanks, living in Arkansas, pathetic headbands, more penis control issues, abrasive

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Desperately grasping for a pole to hang onto, wedging that Wall Street jerk’s gym bag out of your kidney, loathing every single person around you (yet you tell all your friends that you love New York “because it’s so diverse and has such energy”), you’re commuting on the subway and it sucks. So you look up and focus on the only thing that makes the ride bearable…the subway ad. Seriously, if you’

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Take a gander at the photo from this week's New York magazine's LOOK BOOK feature. Yeah, yeah, I know, terrifying, but don't turn away: there's a secret hidden in this picture! How oh-so-very Da Vinci Code, no? And I doubt even the editors at NEW YORK realize what they've gotten here. So in honor of Tom Hanks's follicular debacle, look and see if you can divine this picture's most interesting

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Of all the things written about Opalgate - schadenfreude over the failings of an overachieving Ivy League student, the stereotype of hyper-driven Indian kids, the role of book packagers, Ambien-induced writing (or whatever her excuse was) – the one that got the least attention, and that I’m still stunned by, is the $30,000 her parents dished out on a college admissions guru – let’s call her the

Jayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07835981060135106687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10771915.post-1147381225240108622006-05-11T16:52:00.000-04:002006-05-11T17:00:25.276-04:00

Quick like a bunny, click this link: The Food Section because our very own ex-Ithacan Kaplan is now guest blogging for this fantastic foodie website and her first post is up today.The Food Section editor, Josh Friedland, has given our girl quite the warm introductory welcome and with her excellent post (that manages to explain this weird and somewhat disturbing graphic), she's already done him

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It's not just me: seems a big, giant majority of the country is now hatin' on the president. And while it's somewhat gratifying to know that even the nincompoops who put him in office are finally experiencing sickeningly sour feelings of remorse and regret, the "holy crap, how'd I wind up here?" hangover--you know, the one that makes you swear you'll finally stop mixing copious amounts of

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