Improv Everywhere, No Pants Subway Ride is, after nine years, well on the way to becoming a New York City institution.
Maybe it's partly because I live in a warm place, but the appeal of going pantsless outdoors in the dead of a NYC winter is a little lost on me. I get the épatez les bourgeois aspects, but it seems from the video that the folks most épatez on the subway may be the least bourgeois.
On the other hand, the event seems to about double in size every year, which puts them on track for two million a decade from now. There's a thought.
I don't care much about the talk show wars, but I love this line at the end of a fine essay by Wendy Grossman, net.wars: The once and future late-night king:
When the history of the digital revolution is written, historians may pinpoint the day Carson announced his retirement as the broadcasting equivalent of Peak Oil.
According to 8,702 news articles from literally around the world, Accenture is dropping Tiger Woods, but Swiss watchmaker Tag Heuer stands by Tiger Woods, ‘the best in his domain’.
While it’s not difficult to understand why Accenture might want to drop an alleged serial philanderer with a taste for floozies, I wonder if doing so won’t undermine the exact message they were trying to send with their Tiger Woods campaign:
Someone flunked a test?
(No points for speculating why a maker of luxury watches might not mind being associated with a notoriously successful philanderer.)
I always wondered who could have been the model for “Skink,” my least favorite but perhaps most distinctive character in Carl Hiaasen's supposedly satirical but actually all-too-realistic novels about South Florida. I didn't like Skink because, unlike the other Hiaasen characters, he seemed too over-the-top to be real.
And now, thanks to St. Petersburg Times's article A lion builds a Cat 5 lair in the Keys, the secret is revealed. Skink is as true to life as everyone else in those books.
(spotted via Random Pixels)
[Note: “Cat 5” here refers to major hurricanes, not a gigabit LAN]
Tun Yin, Revenge of TV lovers! directs me to True Tales of Conversational Vengeance in which a writer for the Simpsons verbally dismembers a TV-hating snob.
As a TV-non-owner for over 20 years, a streak that ended only a bit over a year ago, my sympathies are mixed here. But I sure enjoyed watching that UM-FSU game with our giant projector. Football is actually fun to watch in giant HD. (Although it's less fun when the Canes get slaughtered.)