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Britney Spears - Rolling Stone 12.11.08

I’m no Britney Spears fan, but DAMN! She looks like she’s about to be invited on stage to dance with Springsteen.

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Sat, 29 Nov 2008 18:51:32 -0500

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Fri, 28 Nov 2008 16:55:20 -0500

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pile: skippile: “Creamed onions,” she said. Joe Biden...

Fri, 28 Nov 2008 14:11:20 -0500

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“Creamed onions,” she said.

Joe Biden arrived on Nantucket on the noon ferry on Wednesday. Apparently he and his family have been celebrating Thanksgiving on the Island for more than 30 years. This year was different.

Coincidentally, we had Thanksgiving guests of our own on the same boat. As usual, it was my job to make the pick up. Unexpectedly, (but entirely predictably), the usually tranquil ferry dock was chaotic—-with local police looking important in their role of blocking access to the Grand Union parking lot; Secret Service looking imperious (and chilled) and a six-vehicle motorcade that seemed almost entirely unnecessary.

Some ferry passengers and locals were more impressed than others. The Cape Cod Times coverage closes with this;

“Lorraine Cronin, 88, of Andover, said she had seen Biden on Nantucket last year. She was interested that he was onboard but responded more enthusiastically when prompted to reveal her favorite Thanksgiving side dish.

“Creamed onions,” she said with a smile.

Me and Joe will be grabbing a round at the ‘Box later.

Rick Astley’s Macy’s Rick Roll

Thu, 27 Nov 2008 19:23:16 -0500

Rick Astley’s Macy’s Rick Roll

Superman from 1940 Macy’s Parade via

Thu, 27 Nov 2008 19:18:18 -0500

Superman from 1940 Macy’s Parade via

"What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for..."

Thu, 27 Nov 2008 19:11:06 -0500

“What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I love the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son. And he’s the Chief of Police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She’s been waiting for me all these years. She’s never taken another lover. I don’t care. I don’t show up. I go to Berlin. That’s where I stashed the chandelier.”

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This was really, really incredibly to watch last night. It completely blew my mind. I love my Thursday TV watching sessions.

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