* Thanks to Joanne for picking up a precious bottle of Passover Coke for me. Arnie took possession of it at the Caroline Glick lecture last night (his video) and today at 12:01 (come on, I’m not that white trashy — I could wait until noon…) I tried it.
Passover Coke is basically Coke from when you were a kid. It is made with sugar instead of syrup. And yes, I can taste the difference. Passover Coke is less sweet and cloying than the stuff you have to buy today. It also “feels” “heavier.” So I am very thrilled — and glad it is only available on far away the Gaza Strip Bathurst Street once a year or I would put back the 25+ pounds I’ve lost.
People keep telling me to try Coke Zero but I keep forgetting.
I can’t believe there isn’t a Passover Coke App…
* Adam Carolla reacts badly to Brooklyn Decker’s hair cut (around 1:13:00) then helpfully explains why Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo is “like the Holocaust.”
PS: Carolla is still looking to take the world podcast record away from Rick Gervais by getting as many folks to sign up and download his (free) show as possible. Apparently, something is in the works for a future Jimmy Kimmel show, to celebrate. I look forward to seeing this podcast in my iTunes every morning; it’s my workout accompaniment.
* Coincidentally, on exactly the same day, we have this:
Dozens of times in my life I’ve experienced having one of those mild background crush feelings for a woman, instantly disappear as soon as she cuts her hair very short. I mean seriously, real feelings of attraction just instantly gone. Monday I was into you with your pretty shoulder length hair; Tuesday morning arrived and you walked in with it trimmed away to not all that much, and I have no more attraction to you. (…)
I’m a blonde guy. One of the serious attraction points Jennifer had to me when I met her was her wonderful blonde hair. By “wonderful blonde hair” I mean badly-damaged-with-an-accidental-bleaching-incident when I met her, but wow I loved it. She’s actually brunette, which to me is “meh whatever”.
* From the Roadside Attraction e-newsletter…
FAREWELL, LAST OF THE IMMORTALS
In 1996, we posted “The Hall of Immortals,” a web page we created as a small tribute to people we consider the giants of Roadside America: 15 larger-than-life individuals we’d met along the road or read about who amazed us with their attraction creation prowess, or who made us laugh in that special way achieved only by the rarest of offbeat tourism entrepreneurs. Many of these super beings still walked the Earth. Time passed. We would forget about “The Hall of Immortals” page, and then we’d hear that one of the immortals had passed away. (Despite our title, none of the Immortals was in fact immortal.) We’d update it, vow to add more luminaries to its august ranks, then forget about it again.
Last week, time was up. The last of the immortals died — 91-year-old Wilbert Behn, self-taught lion tamer and performer extraordinaire at Behn’s Game Farm. Off to the Great Homemade Arena in the Sky, serenaded by the Heavenly Boom Box!
* A fine introduction to Gun Crazy (1950)
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