Shoot dogs, always, but only photographically, or cinematically. May Cricket Noem’s eternal canine spirit neverendingly poke & gnaw at her old owner’s twisted psyche, amen. Kevork K. Kevorkian, shown here in a Sisyphean GIF loop, provides one way of doing it. Go, Cricket, go!
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Continue readingYes, yes, yes, we are lousy for sports over here, especially the sports that have some element of randomness and crazy bounces and a bit of unpredictability attached. Hoopball & ’murrikan gridiron throwball are not those sports, given that the ball is directly handled by the, well, hands. On the other hoof, give us some athletic competition in which the moving object is directed by a proxy — chief among them, for us, are the hockey stick & the tennis racquet — and we get more excited. Fútbol, obviously, is supremely qualifying in this regard: LOOK, MA! NO HANDS!
Continue readingAnytime your song mashes-up jangle-pop & Pachelbel’s Canon in D, well, hey…
Continue readingA chag pesacha sameacha to all our Hebrew brothers & sisters on the cusp of this first night of Passover. Why the music? The answer is on the jump page now. Go!
Continue readingThe Gaffer assessing the Gunners’ 2-nil win away at Wolves from earlier today.
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