HiddenEntries (A Wholly Owned Cynthia Publishing Company Subsidiary Blog)

Lakes, Flowers Now…Wrecking-Ball, Rubble Soon

Goodbye, BFHollyPark! It was a long goodbye (OK, Chandler!), but now the end is truly nigh. So long. Continue reading →

Southern California baseball, yeesh. Continue reading →

Sir Alex Ferguson retires. Though we are not Manchester UNITEd fansz, we stand in awe of his longevity and genius. Nothing else to say but, “Good work”… Continue reading →

Never had a problem with Claude R. McGaughey 3d. True, we were not Easy Goer fansz (Allah bless you, Sunday Silence), but Mr. Shug couldn’t be held responsible. Dancing Spree in the 1989 Breeders’ Cup Sprint only solidified his bona fides with us. Ridden by Angel Cordero Jr. Remember him?!

But yesterday in Louisville, it was good to see McGaughey have a little public weeping. As you may have gathered by now, we tend to have a warmer feeling and better sense of humanity toward the mopesz when they engage in a moderate bit of public-weeping — not the Encyclopædia Dramatica sort of woe-is-me sissie weeping (see Federr, Australian Open loss to RAFA THE BULL NADAL; see any message on PAYS ADVERTISEMENTS garish monstrosity) — but the good ol’ tears-of-joy-and-relief-and-genuine-happiness weeping. See the difference? Good job, Shug McGaughey. Now you live forever. Wonder if Shug has posted 50,000 messages on PAYS ADVERTISEMENT. No? Maybe under a clever alias? It is a reputable board, right? Continue reading →

Nothing, my lord…

King Lear. William Shakespeare. Ever read it? Well, it’s a tragedy, one that would have been averted (spoiler alert: it ends badly for the King) had he seen through the meaninglessness of the words and instead implicitly trusted the simplicity of the deeds. Yup, Cordelia got a raw deal. Yup, the King’s ego did him in. Hubris! Hamartia! Continue reading →

What Happens Psychologically When You Miss Your Last Two Daily Doubles…

The 30th Anniversary of “America’s Favourite Quiz Programme” Jeopardy! is coming up in 2014. God bless ya, Alex Treebeak! Though we miss your moustache, your kind (read: gentle) sense of humour and fundamental humanity are stronger than ever. We feel your goodness from here, bruddah, even though you are across town over there in Culver City. Hey, it’s OK that you have to shill sometimes for World Vision & Colonial Penn — the rents here in Studio City ain’t second- and third-place-finisher money! Continue reading →