Monthly Archives: August 2006

Yum!

Ladies, and some of you gents?  In need of a good dose of happy?

Roll away from your keyboard so as not to drool on it, and click here.

You are SO welcome.

If only he could play shirtless too.





Back it up!

Beyonce has got nothing on the smooth moves and awesome dancing of the ladies of the Burgh, as evidenced by the PG’s Weekend Mag article on the hottest dance clubs in the Burgh.

The cover photo:

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Haven’t seen dancing as awkward as that since Dan Onorato tried to jam to “Here We Go.”

And an awesome inside photo:

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Apparently, these would be the Burgh’s own PussyCat dolls, who before going out that evening said: “Hey, awesome idea! Let’s all dress alike and then back our asses into each other all night. That is so hot. Guys love that shit.”

Tell me, as I generally don’t do the dance clubs these days, do ALL Burgh girls dress this shittastic when they go to the clubs or did the PG cameraman just have his viewfinder set to “cheap hooker”?





What they’re really thinking: Pup Day at PNC Park edition

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When “I don’t know” means “yes”

Some random thoughts as I munch on my plain bagel with light garden veggie cream cheese (I’m all about the carbs, baby):

1. When asked if the Mayor is on life support, Dick Skrinjar, Mayor O’Connor’s Chief of Making Shit Up, responded with “I don’t know.” Combine that with the fact that UPMC is no longer going to provide medical updates on the Mayor, and the fact that Dick said this Wednesday:

“He was really pleased. He was smiling. He was happy. If he could’ve been chuckling, he would have,” Mr. Skrinjar said.

“A lot of [his communication] is like a thumbs up, or moving his fingers or hands, or the horizontal karate chop,” he said.

That sounds to me like intubation of some sort. In hindsight? I really wish his doctors had let him go to the All Star game before starting chemo. He deserved it.

2. I saw a huge flock of birds intersect another huge flock of birds (who is going the wrong way here?) without a single bird collision, over Route 30 this morning which means that fall is nigh. The air is much crisper today and the breeze is downright cool, so I’d say the birds are right on the money. Birds rock. It’s pigeons that can kiss my ass.

3. The Pirates have yet to CLINCH! their 14th losing season in a row as those scrappy dudes have hung on once again.

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How long do you think before the media finally catches on to the widely used slang meaning of “happy ending”?

4.  Last night I had a dream that Yarone Zober told me that he finally found a new catchphrase and that catchphrase was “Rock on!”.  This brings up a valid question: Why  the hell am I dreaming about Yarone Zober?  I may never sleep again.





When we come back …

Sorry no posting today.  PittGirl’s awesome sister was in town from Texas and that means a day off for fun and shopping.

The snark will resume manana.