HiddenEntries (A Wholly Owned Cynthia Publishing Company Subsidiary Blog)

Friday!

Yea, verily. Jm. Kimmel was kind to us on stage once, preventing our 10 little piggies from being sheared off by a fast-moving, iron-safe-bearing cart shoved toward our tootsies by one Mistah Ben. J. Stein, Snr. Scrub-on over to the 3:55 mark of this obscure 1999 Comedy Central promotional ad (look quick; there’s 30-frames-a-second, but it’s a split-second!) to see us begin our eventually redeeming TV-game-show career, to which there is no possible current route of return.

Your No. London Arse began its 2025-26 UEFA Champions League campaign this evening with a visit to Athletic Club Bilbao. After an agonizingly frustrating first two-thirds of the match, the Gunners finally got loose on the counteroffensive via the heel-showing speed of Gabriel Martinelli — scrub on over to the 6:53 mark of today’s video lede — who took a long ball in full stride before shooting one that squeezed past the ’keeper. Then in an opposite style, Leandro Trossard — at the 8:10 mark of this video — seemingly had an eon in the area before settling on a toe-poke that crashed off the post and in. The final from Basque Country, Athletic Club nil, Arsenal F.C. two. #COYG

Final night of the 2025 amphitheater season two nights ago, Friday, and it was a Yacht Rock revival with the probable originator of the genre, Christopher Cross, opening for Top-40 all-timers Chicago. After years of only hearing them only on AM radio, transistor AM radio, no less, this was a revelation; there’s actually some low-frequencies in their music, and they can really jam! Nice.

Many happy returns to longtime Cynthia Publishing Co. mainstay Courtney MacGraw, still alive, still kicking, still bashing winners from the baseline. Keep swinging!

Conspiracies! Conspiracy theories! Political violence! The XTC band here touches ’em all!

Likely closer to being an inconvenient truth than to being a glib falsehood.

Here we go. Pretty soon, one of the standard justifications / excuses / lines of defense allowing unchecked abduction of anyone, anywhere in the U.S. will be: ‘UH, Y’KNOW, UM, ALL THOSE PEOPLES LOOK ALIKE TO ME…’

These guys go at it for nearly 3 hrs. on the court, punch-for-punch, blow-for-blow, no one else out there to save them, suffering & sweating like reeling-in a marlin from the back of the boat, or else brawling at cliff’s edge, whatever. Yet even when the struggle has ended in either triumph or travail, both combatants find a way to let loose a little lightheartedness. Ladies & gentlemen, your 2025 U.S. Open finalist — Mistah J. Sinner — and your champion, Mistah Carlos ‘Carlitos’ Alcaraz…ALCARAZ!

First that U.S. Open hat-stealing CEO d-bag, and now this lady here. Symptomatic of the ‘DO UNTO OTHERS, THEN RUN LIKE A MOTHER’ ethos of our troubled times in this here nation, hanging on by a fingertip? Maybe! At least the Phillies are trying to win the karma wars, with Mistah Harrison Bader out here doing some spiritual account-keeping.