Happy, happy Friday is here. Here's the usual stuff to check out. Oh, one more thing. I went to the Bowers Museum down in the O.C.( bitch!) to check out the Queen of Sheba exhibit from the British History Museum collection. It was pretty cool, nothing spectacular, but afterwards I wandered into another exhibit called Bridges with photography by Phil Borges. He travels to various third world countries and takes pictures of the people and gives you a little info on his subjects below. The pictures are so sharp and mesmorizing that I found myself stuck in there longer than the actual exhibit I went to see. Anyways, if you're down there, it's well worth visiting.


Well, I dunno about how deep their relationship was, but this seems reasonable to me. Have you ever hung out at an airport for 13 hours?

I can't believe those weird British folk. If Paris Hilton had done this, it would have been sold on the internet with her other videos.

If I were a rock star, I'd try to have every picture taken of me before I was famous destroyed. Otherwise, I might end up on a website like this. Rock that pink blouse, Tommy Lee!

Mmmm....maybe a bloody corpse isn't the best way to advertise your product...unless you're selling assault rifles or something.

This is what happens when you do everything a computer tells you to do. Remember the lesson of the Terminator, folks. Computers are evil.

I definitely vote for over with the toilet paper. Why would you have it as under? That just makes everything more difficult! Why are we having a toilet paper debate? I guess we can blame Seinfeld!

This is a pretty cool list of the best inventions of 2004. Still, it's gonna be hard to top the year of the Tivo.

A follow up to that "boobgate" story with the Dutch actress that had an x-ray of her breasts to prove they're real. Apparently, that's not allowed in the People's Republic of Netherlands. I thought all that health care was free, anyways? Personally, I think their police should be more concerned with keeping terrorist muslims from brutally murdering their filmmakers than a woman's breasts.

Taking the doll craze in new and interesting ways...get this this Christmas gift for that budding lesbian friend of yours.

That's just great...Kris Benson must be really proud of his wife and her giving ways. (hat tip to Jon)

Somebody has been playing Grand Theft Auto too much. How does a guy not named Lance Armstrong get away on a bicycle?

Here's my nomination for Parents of the Year.

Dumbass...I say they agree only if he stays there for a year.

Oh great...one more thing to worry about killing me. Where's my toothbrush?

Talk about getting caught with your pants down...

The first lesson of selling drugs is to not have police officers as your clients.

I guess INXS was inspired by American Idol...although it sounds more along the lines of the Real Gilligan's Island in quality.

This is about the only thing that can get me interested in skiing...I hate snow.

Wow...just in case you didn't think Ron Artest was crazy after the whole beating up a random fan in Detroit...this is just too great. Not only is he certifiably insane, but he's also cheap. "Hi, I'm Ron, let me show you what new car stereos we just got in..."

Huh...this must be why Moody likes Lindsey Lohan so much...maybe she can cover "Smoked Two Joints" for her next album...

A toilet, huh? That's about what I think of modern art. Although, I do have to say, Duchamp is quite a character and his Dada art movement was more of a joke that those foolish art critics took serious.

Hehe...someone pass him the bong to shut his trap. Everyone's a philisopher at 2 in the morning...

I'm sure there's a good explanation for this. Eminem is just a pretty guy.




O.K...I don't normally put jokes in here, especially dirty ones...but this one's too good.

One dismal rainy night, a taxi driver spotted an arm waving from the shadows of an alley halfway down the street. Even before he rolled to a stop at the curb, a figure leaped into the cab and slammed the door. Checking his rear view mirror as he pulled away, he was startled to see a dripping wet, naked woman sitting in the back seat."Where to?" he stammered."Midland Station," answered the woman."You got it," he said, taking another long glance in the mirror.The woman caught him staring at her and asked, "Just what the fuck are you looking at, driver?""Well missus, I noticed that you're completely naked, and I was just wondering how you'll pay your fare."The woman spread her legs, put her feet up on the front seat, smiled at the driver and said, "Does this answer your question?"Still looking in the mirror, the cabbie asked, "Got anything smaller?"