•
Scanner starts our day with a bang by reporting on Norman Mailer’s posthumous
victory in the challenge for the Bad Sex in Literature Award. It was this
literary luminary who once described the flaccid man-sword (is that any
better?) as a “coil of excrement.” The day only got better from there: we
learned that cheap garments being provided to our armed forces were suffering
from “crotch
durability problems,” and that dolphins now come in hot
pink. (Think of all the enviro-lover T-shirt possibilities!) Christina
Aguilera left us somewhat disturbed by her nude
appearance on the cover of Marie
Claire, but what disturbed us the most was the possibility that our hair
bands may have been made from used
condoms. Is it tomorrow yet?
• Screengrab escapes into the sweet safety of the past, fondly reminiscing about the many faces of character actor Wallace
Shawn. The Village Voice speculates about I’m Not There’s place in the Bob Dylan revival
and Julian Schnabel makes a “comeback.”
Also: Puppets have a sing-along.
• Finally, the Nerve
Video Blog ensures that we’ll all suffer nightmares tonight by bringing us the absurd lunacy of talking yellow telephones delivering
empty promises. (Don’t ask me; just check it out.)
— Steph Auteri
