Friday, July 27, 2007
* 9:10 am: Meg Frost, founder of CuteOverload.Com.
* 9:40 am: (tentative) Doug Duke of the NSPCA on why selling pets at silent auctions is wrong
* 10:10 am: Dr. George Fahey, an Illinois-based animal obesity researcher
* 10:45 am: Dr. Noel Fitzpatrick, a surgeon calling in from the U.K. who fitted a dog with a prosthetic paw.
Plus, lots of chit-chat about the pet-news of the day, including the Michael Vick dogfighting case and more.
Join us at LVRocks.Com from 9-11 am PT!
I was supposed to have lunch yesterday with the Wynn spokeswoman who canceled because she had a "meeting." Now it can be told.
Check out it, and hats off to the grand master of gossip.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
I was there at the ungodly hour of 4 a.m. to interview Al Roker for possible use in my Las Vegas Weekly column and on this week's "The Strip," although I did neither because, well, Roker ducked all my tough questions. What hard-hitting questions could I have for a hokey weatherman, you might wonder. Well, on Don Imus, on ditching "Opie & Anthony," on his recent remarks about epileptics, on Katie Couric's CBS woes. And then after Al grumbled away from me, he goes out into St. Mark's Square announces to the viewing audience at home that some of these dresses were worth $5,000! Then he made a hoard of carefully screened (for their size, methinks - fatties need not apply) brides-to-be degrade themselves by climbing all over one another to grab whichever of these precious garments they wanted. What a way to pick out your garb for the most important set of pictures you'll ever take, huh?
But, anyhow, again, take a good look at that price tag. Every dress had the same one: $249. That's a bit lower than $5,000. But hey, it's a morning TV news show. Accuracy, schmaccuracy.
When Roker wasn't avoiding a predawn grilling by yours truly, he was yukking it up with his much-heavier Madame Tussaud's model, created before his stomach was stapled and enjoying his adoring crowd. Didn't much want to talk about that, either.
Meanwhile, Miles and his crew from KVBC were busy trying to get some reports off and had a lot of technical problems that vexed the entire enterprise. Nonetheless, he still looked terrific outside the Venetian as day broke, no?
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Plus, news from Vegas, the trivia question, the poll, letters and the Top Secret Tourist Tip of the Week.
Join us live from 7-8 pm PT at LVRocks.Com.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Still, the thing that got me was that, just when we thought it couldn't sink any lower, the feud between the publishers of the Review-Journal and the Sun sank to new depths when R-J publisher Sherm Frederick delved into mastubatory allegories unbecoming a family newspaper. To wit, he wrote:
For those who try, I have a story (which is absolutely true) that may help.
It's about a monkey I once saw as a kid in my neighborhood pet shop.
This little monkey had a problem with ... well ... let's just say as politely as possible that the little guy had a penchant for engaging in repeated acts of self-gratification.
When unsuspecting customers wandered near the monkey's cage, he would squeak in anger, pull a blanket over his lap and then furiously continue on as if no one could see what he was doing.
That's Brian Greenspun in a nutshell. When he is caught in his journalistic acts of self indulgence, Brian angrily squeaks and pulls a blanket over his figurative lap. Then, he pounds away, as it were, as if people are unable to see what's really going on.
But, of course, they can.
Sigh. Insert your spank-the-monkey joke here. When are both of these kids gonna grow up? How embarrassing for both of these men, their publications and their staffs. But, I admit, endlessly amusing to the rest of us.
[Disclosure: I worked for three years at the R-J and I have written for several Greenspun and Stephens Media publications.]