Jeff Wells There’s nothing wrong with an occasional friendly argument, and that’s how our special Super Bowl edition of Oscar Poker began earlier today. And then Sasha and I moved on. It’s all in good fun (most of it) and described below.
And it was a really great Super Bowl, and the Chiefs pulled off a win! Here’s the link.
Again, the link.
Twisters (Universal, 7.19) trailer conveys basic comfort.
Don’t stop Big Pharma now.
I’m sorry but San Francisco 49er QB Brock Purdy, 24, is playing a brilliant game, hasn’t lost his temper, and is better looking than Travis Kelce.
Kelce’s meltdown wasn’t cool. His temper could eventually contribute to the end of the Taylor thing…who knows?
It’s halftime and the Chiefs are seven points behind the 49ers, 10 to 3. The Chiefs are going to lose…I can feel it. Update: The score is now 10 to 4, 49ers still in the lead.
Taylor Swift is too old for Purdy, of course. Plus he has a girlfriend, Jenna Brandt.
I don’t begrudge any name-brand director pocketing hefty dough on the side. The pudgy old guy in the diner is the guy who had a tense discussion with Javier Bardem (“Call it”) in No Country For Old Men.
Because I’ve never watched Travis Kelce on the field and because of the presence of Taylor Swift and the likely halftime wedding ceremony, HE has decided to actually sit down and watch Super Bowl LVIII — the Kansas City Chiefs and San Francisco 49ers meeting at Allegiant Stadium in Las Vegas — CBS, 6:30 pm eastern.
I haven’t watched any pro football game this century, although I think I watched a game sometime in the late ’90s.
I’m kidding about the halftime wedding, of course. I don’t expect Swift and Kelce to stay together for too many months longer. They might last until the late summer or early fall, but that’s all.
HE doesn’t approve of torching cars in the middle of San Francisco, but I understand the sentiment. Fuck those Waymo self-driving vehicles! Rowdy and dangerous, but I get it.
BREAKING: An autonomous Waymo vehicle is intentionally set on fire in Chinatown, according to SF Fire. Firefighters said they got reports around 10 people were involved.
Waymo said “a crowd surrounded and vandalized the vehicle, breaking the window and throwing a firework … pic.twitter.com/6QN2jTppRu
— Gia Vang (@Gia_Vang) February 11, 2024
Joe Biden ducking the traditional Super Bowl interview speaks volumes. I wouldn’t call him a dead man, but he’s certainly in need of intensive political care.
Consider this passage from David French‘s “Yes, Biden’s Age Matters,” posted today in the N.Y. Times (November 11th).
…over being at a Taylor Swift concert in Tokyo…Jesus.
Knew I should have gone to Tokyo for Taylor Swift pic.twitter.com/UbAbvfy8yr
— @jason (@Jason) February 10, 2024
Yesterday Dakota Johnson was doing an interview in Los Angeles for the doomed Madame Web (Sony, 2.14) when a mild (4.6) earthquake hit. No biggie if you’re a Californian but some freak out anyway. An interviewer or a publicist in the room went “hah-hah-hah-hah-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!!” The louder the cackling, the more jolted a person feels.
Calm off-camera dude: “There was one reported hours ago that happened in Hawaii.”
Johnson: “Oh, that’s what it is. That makes sense. Yeah. For sure.”
Off-camera interviewer / publicist: “Huh-huh-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!”
HE to Johnson: “Uhm…not really. Hawaii is roughly 2500 miles from Los Angeles.”
A 4.6 earthquake is nothing. Barely an eyebrow-raiser. A quake needs to be at least a 5.5 to write home about it. I vividly recall the Northridge earthquake of January 17, 1994, which happened in the wee hours (4:31 am) and registered as a 6.7. I remember looking out the window toward the street and seeing the blue-white flare of telephone pole juncture boxes lighting up the immediate area. Johnson was a little more than four years old at the time.