Oh, Stop It…She’s Okay in “OBAA” But Only That
January 13, 2026
Timelessness of Divinity?
January 13, 2026
I Still Say Stacy Martin Is Too Hot To Portray A Sex-Averse Religious Zealot
January 13, 2026
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.
Francis ScottKey’s “The Star Spangled Banner” + James Weldon Johnson’s “Lift Every Voice and Sing.” So why did that super-tattooed guy sing “America the Beautiful”? Was that meant to represent a non-tribal togetherness song?
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.
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
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).
For the good of the country and our currently fragile tradition of democracy, President Joe Biden really, really has to do a Lyndon Johnson as soon as possible — “Ishallnotseek and Iwillnotaccept the nomination of the Democratic Party for another term as your president.”
Because while he may be able to muddle through, Woodrow Wilson– or Ronald Reagan-style, between now and January 20, 2029 if re-elected, Biden is obviously too old and diminished to run against The Beast.
C’mon, man…wake up. Johnson read the writing on the wall 56 years ago and right now there are only two people who can’t read the present moment — Joe and Jill Biden.
It’s possible that Biden might be able to squeak through to a micro-slender victory in November…maybe…but nobody believes this to be a likely scenario. People are finally starting to realize that it’s actually, truth be told, unlikely.
If he comes to his senses and throws in the towel, Biden’s reputation will suddenly become that of a noble statesman.
Spoken two nights ago on RealTimewithBill Maher but for some reason not on YouTube:
I never laughed at the original James Carville joke of ruthlessness, to wit:
But I just heard the same line tweaked by The Warning’s Steve Schmidt — he omitted “sonuvabitch” and changed “anvil” to “fuckingbowlingball” — and suddenly it was funny.
Anvil = not funny. Bowling ball = funny. Probably because most of us have never even seen an anvil but everyone knows how heavy a bowling ball is
Funny Judd Apatowline from last night’s DGA Awards: The 2024 Presidential race is going to be between “a guy old enough to have met Hitler and a guy who wishes he had.”
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.”
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.