May 31, 2006
Can You Hear Us Now?
We're thinking back on a couple of divas we recently saw performing in big arenas, Debbie Harry and Madonna. Both did this thing that always gives us goosebumps when we're part of a gigantic audience: They pointed the hand mic in our general direction and encouraged us to join in at key moments during a number, or simply had us sing a chorus all by ourselves. In glorious, multitudinous unison. Debbie thrust her mic out during "The Tide Is High" and was met with the melodic "Oh no-oh-oh-oh" she wanted to hear. Many times. Madonna did the same with "Hung Up," though perhaps not as charmingly as Harry, insisting we repeat ever louder "Time goes by – so slowly." We happily obeyed. The now-common phenomenon got us wondering if pre-rock divas ever encouraged audience participation. Did Marlene Dietrich even once cock the mic haphazardly away from her mouth to implore the crowd to fill in at "I can't help it," which their lips were mouthing anyway? Did Judy cajole her audience to provide the "clang clang clang," "ding ding ding," and "zing zing zing" portions of her concerts? And Liza with a Z, did it ever go like this with her?
Liza: (Sings) Somewhere.... (Stops, points mic) Where?
Audience: Over the rainbow!
Liza: Where? (Points mic)
Audience: Way up high!
Liza: WHERE? (Cups hand to ear)
Audience: (Imperceptibly louder) Way up high!
Liza: (To orchestra) Stop the music, boys. (To audience) That's REALLY TERRIFIC! But I can't hear you. Where's that rainbow?
Audience: (Shouts) Way up high!
Liza: I still can't hear you! For Mama!
Audience: WAY UP HIGH!
(Band starts up again, Liza pulls gayest man in front row wearing inappropriate muscle-T onto the stage to sit with her on the apron, where she finishes the song with her arm around him.)
X-Pod: The Last Cast
And then there were three. Fenton, oddly absent, is busy at home, giving Moye a rare chance to get a word in edgewise, thought it's not easy. James is wearing shoes of Moye's "people," he says, which makes Moye feel "more at home." Charlie Sheen's kids clothing line. Popbitch. James figures we'll all be dead by this time next week, now that he's seen Oprah's bird flu show. "Every city in the world will be like Katrina times ten," he says. Oprah at Auschwitz – "incomprehensible." The Nobel prize. Ice Cube. Kim Delaney in rehab. Chicken Little, Kevin from American Idol, spotted coming out of a Boys Town establishment with a man old enough to be his father. Clay Aiken. Jennifer Aniston without a laugh track. The Break Up. The Lake House. Randy, on the raw food diet, feels "life energy" flowing through his body and looks forward to pooping out the lining of his intestines in a 40-foot-long stool. He'll be posting NSFW pix of it on the WOW Report when it happens. What about RuPaul's regularity? High colonics. Moye shocks with news of the "pink sock" and details of the "poopy-egg omelette." Coppertone's censored ad. Click. Man throws his young sons off the balcony of a South Beach hotel. Discuss. Anderson Cooper's autobiography, Vanity Fair, and Katrina. Discuss. Computing the age of Gloria Vanderbilt. Paris Hilton vs Nicole Richie: Richie once was spotted at LACMA; Paris destined to become Pam Anderson without the career.
The Price Is Right
We all know that an integral part of the Madonna magic has been the cavalcade of key producers who have fashioned the sound of her vision: Mark Kamins, who got her signed; Shep Pettibone, who got her into hot water; William Orbit, who first recorded her in the UK; Mirwais etc. But the most extraordinary has to be the most ordinary-named: Stuart Price. Don't let a boring name put you off.
Like Mrs Madge, Monsieur Stu has had many incarnations specializing in the ersatz tack of electropop before it was remotely cool. He was behind the '90s sensation Les Rythmes Digitales and check out the uber nod of credibility from Missy Elliot, whose opening lines to "Lose Control" are sampled from the track "Music Makes You Lose Control." Also check out the two albums from Zoot Woman. (More about Stuart Price)
Price has also been known as super DJ Jacques Le Cont, prompting WOW's own Jacques Peretti to write an article in protest (by this point that other famous Jacques, Jacques Cousteau, was already swimming with the fishes). A beautiful friendship blossomed. And now Madonna and Price are together like Marks & Spencer. And there are even shades of TomKat: S has apparently long been obsessed with the big M. One entire wall of his Ladbroke Grove flat was covered with the famous image from "Papa Don't Preach."
– Fenton Bailey
(Jacques Peretti goes round to Stuart Price's flat after the jump)
More...Do Ya Think We're Interested?
Paris Hilton previewed her new single, a cover of "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy," at Tao in Las Vegas at a party following Madonna's Confessions concert at the MGM Grand. There's video from TMZ. If we hadn't been told beforehand what song she was singing, we'd never have guessed. Backup sounds a bit like "Fly Robin Fly." She's got balls, though, to strut awkwardly around the stage in that graceless way she has after everyone had just seen Madonna. Still, Madonna was no paragon at her show earlier, scolding a member of the audience for not dancing and ordering the air conditioning to be turned off. We wonder: Is Madonna paving the way for Paris?
Living Legend Still Living
Well, she's not dead. She's not dying. And she doesn't have, um, Alzheimer's. "Oh, come on, do I look like I'm dying?" 74-year-old Dame Elizabeth Taylor asked Larry King last night from her wheelchair (scoliosis, back pain). "Do I look like or sound like I have Alzheimer's?" No, she doesn't. So how did all that talk start? She blames the press. "I think they're trying to sell magazines and the only way they can do it is by being dirty...They like filth. And if they want to hear that I'm dead, sorry, folks, I'm not. And I don't plan on it." Now, that's a story.
SurvivaBalls 'R' Us
Don’t listen to Al Gore and his scary film – instead turn to Halliburton. “In order to head off such catastrophic scenarios [e.g., the Gulf Stream stopping so Europe can become like Alaska], scientists agree we must reduce our carbon emissions by 70% within the next few years. Doing that would seriously undermine corporate profits, however, and so a more forward-thinking solution is needed.” Halliburton’s solution – wear a big ball!
"The SurvivaBall is designed to protect the corporate manager no matter what Mother Nature throws his or her way," said Fred Wolf, a Halliburton representative who spoke today at the Catastrophic Loss conference held at the Ritz-Carlton hotel in Amelia Island, Florida. "This technology is the only rational response to abrupt climate change," he said to an attentive and appreciative audience.
– Claire Otway
Love Comes Alive
Seems Johnny Depp and Kate Moss are getting back together. But only to make a movie. Vogue UK reports that director Nick Egan (an old pal of ours, btw), who knows his way around INXS videos, has summoned the two superstars to play INXS frontman Michael Hutchence and his girlfriend Paula Yates in a biopic of the rocker who killed himself in 1997. Depp had no qualms hooking up with his old girlfriend for the film. They were a couple so long ago. But Egan hopes there's still some of the old spark left to ignite on screen. There will be love scenes.
Porn the Other One
So we're a randy lot after all. A report says Britain is the fastest growing market for internet porn in the world. A quarter of men aged 25-49 visited a porn site in the last month, and the number of women is 30% up on last year. What it neglects to say is that the definition included food, furniture and property. Come on, I mean who is interested in real sex these day? Ugh.
May 30, 2006
You Should See HER Batcave
Batwoman, the DC comic book superheroine, who first appeared in 1956 and was killed by the League of Assassins and the Bronze Tiger in 1979, is (she's alive!) making a comeback as a wealthy socialite and lipstick lesbian (an unbeatable combo) who also happens to fight crime, as is so often the case with femme dykes. Born Kathy Kane, the new – and some would say improved (by artist Alex Ross) – Batwoman will show up in 52, a yearlong DC Comics series that will be published as a graphic novel in the UK next year. And, yes, Ms Kane's a practicing lesbian who's been around the block a few times with another 52 character, butch ex-police detective Renee Montoya. That's hot.
Yes, Virginia, There Really Is Anal Bleaching
We've talked about it here before and wondered if it could be an urban myth, even though we had it on good authority that Lara Flynn Boyle was keen for it. Now today we hear from Crappers Quarterly (a johnside publication if ever there was one) that it's a very real cosmetic procedure being performed more frequently than you might imagine. One salon specializing in bleaching was featured on E!'s Dr 90210 and another salon, located Down Under, if you'll pardon the expression, shed some light on the subject, if you'll pardon the expression, for the Quarterly.
[I]t is a genuine concern from regular housewives (their husbands may have made a comment), gays, and dancers and girls in general. And the requests were coming in more and more. [T]he pigmentation around a persons anus is a genetic issue. Just like hair color, breast size or any other bodily characteristic, everybody is different. Some people tend to have a brown winkie.
In Arm's Way
Of course, the irony of this three-armed baby born in Shanghai two months ago is that neither of his left arms works very well. And anyway, we bloggers much prefer stories about three-legged babies. (t/y Moye)
Pleasure Island
Ray Cochran writes:
So yesterday, I was nursing a hangover with a blood orange-and-champagne cocktail and surfing the web for deserted islands for sale. I Googled "private deserted islands for purchase" and once I got past all the dross – inflatable portable islands and how to build your own Volvo from scratch – I found some for about $800K! Not bad. See, I'm sort of feeling about Brangelina and Tomkat and all the rest the way Lucy and Ricky felt about Tennessee Ernie Ford. Remember the episodes when Ernie Ford came for a visit and overstayed his welcome? It's all fun and funny and a perfectly delightful distraction until they start playing the banjo at four in the morning and getting stuck in the fold-out. So that's how I'm starting to feel about all these celeb crazies. I just want everyone to pool their money and get to a deserted island, the Tennessee Ernie Ford equivalent of a bus ticket back to Bent Fork.
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Liquid Assets
Back in 1995, WOW's UK office produced a program for the BBC, called TV Africa, that sampled some of the television coming out of that continent. We dug up the portion of the show that featured Namibia, the country so warmly embraced by the Jolie-Pitts and forever the hometown of their new baby, Shiloh Nouvel. And from the clip we learn that in the local school, little Shiloh will be taught the secret of making the special liquid used for cleaning cars, carpets, and kitchen utensils. One day, Shiloh will reveal that secret to Mommy and Daddy, who will bottle the liquid, price it at somewhere close to a year's salary of an average African worker, and sell it in one of their high-end "traditional African housewares" boutiques. (Watch the clip)
Baby Baby Still the Shane
We thought it was time for an update on the progress of the spiffing-up of the Shane Building – in which we work in – now that there's been an unveiling of sorts; that is, the green veil has been lifted and the paint job is nearing completion. If we recall, restoring the Sistine Chapel ceiling didn't take as long as the renovation of the WOW offices exterior. But then, tourists scuffling along Hollywood Boulevard kick up more dirt and debris in one day than the whole span of the Holy Roman Empire did.
The Blue Man Coup
Kelsey Grammer, who stars in the new X-Men sequel as Dr Hank McCoy aka Beast, has just made a $7.5 million profit on a house sale. Two years ago, he bought a 19,000-square-foot, seven-bedroom, 11-bath Bev Hills villa with elevator, gym, lanai, library, media room, offce, wine cellar, and five fireplaces for $17.5 million. He just sold it for $25 million.
Is Paris Crying?
Paris, in Cannes, is either crying here or showing off a new Paris Hilton signature watch. She's so mercurial, it's hard to tell. What is known is that she was a no-show at the premiere of her movie National Lampoon's Pledge This!, in which she stars as a sorority president at South Beach University. The straight-to-video film also stars Simon Rex and Randy Spelling. She said she "snubbed my own premiere" because the producers added a lot of female nudity in post without consulting her. "I wanted to do something where I'd be taken seriously," she said, "and they added a load of scenes with naked girls." Damn them. We can only assume she felt that if anyone was going to be naked it should be her, because she's good at that. But in keeping with her goal to be taken seriously as an actress, her next project will be the comedy Bottom's Up, opposite Jason Mewes as a midwest bartender who moves to Hollywood. Also on the heiress's busy to-do list: getting along with Nicole Richie and getting it on with Kimberly Stewart.
Trembling Before A-h
On June 12, at Ronald Feldman Fine Arts in New York City, there will be a cocktails-and-hors d'oeuvres reception for the film In the Name of Allah, the first feature documentary to explore the lives of gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender Muslims. Directed by gay Indian Muslim, Parvez Sharma, in 12 countries and nine languages, the film was produced by Sandi DuBowski (Trembling Before G-d). A 12-minute clip will be screened. Host committee includes Sandra Bernhard, Tilda Swinton, Darren Aronofsky, DJ Spooky, and Dr Mathilde Krim. (See invite)
Who Looks at Her Legs?
Now that she's agreed to become the "face" of Gillette's "Legs of a Goddess" campaign, Mariah Carey has had her legs insured for $1 billion. That's gotta be a record. Other celebrity legs with policies have been Fred Astaire's ($75,000), Heidi Klum's (left, $1.2 million; right, $1 million), Betty Grable's ($1 million), Angie Dickinson's ($1 million), and Mary Hart's ($1 million). Carey will be showing off her newly respectable stems later today at a press conference Radio City Music Hall, where a 16-foot-high statue of the diva will be unveiled.
Bear Baiting
Influenced by those naked animal-loving girlies the other week, who bared their skins to protest about bears being skinned for our national guard's hats, thisisaknife's Donal Coonan decided to do his bit.
It turns out that you can not only make a hat with synthetic materials, but you can make a flipping massive one. So we took it to its rightful place. The police weren't as impressed as the tourists. The full film will be part of thisisaknife on Thursday, catch it here first.
– Tim Hancock
Snap!
This photo is as darkly beautiful as a Turner painting, but it's of an unfortunate traffic accident in Kabul, Afghanistan, caused by a US military convoy. The crash sparked a terrible anti-American riot across the city that resulted in the deaths of 14 people.
The Overnights
• And unto them a child is born and she shall be called Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt.
• And hosannas on high for Kingston James McGregor Rossdale, the new baby lamb from Gwen and Gavin.
• Coming soon, a romantic comedy about a "rough, gruff but good-hearted 40-year-old carpenter who falls in love with a girl many years his junior." From the best-selling book.
• Fox News analyst says global warming is "bogus" and "dreamed up by the Greens because they hate industry."
• Heather Mills a publicity-seeking self-promoter? Who knew?
• Turns out Jared Leto was just being a silly goose.
• "The whole album has so much different music on it. I like all music. It's not like I only like pop or only rock," explains Paris Hilton, speaking of her really imminent debut CD.
• Jude Law and Sienna Miller.... Oh, never mind.
• But Jake and Natalie, on the other hand....
• UK radio bans James Blunt after an overwhelming number of listeners become sick of hearing "You're Beautiful" and "Goodbye My Lover."
May 26, 2006
Sitings
• An animated music video of sorts for New York perfumery LeLabo Fragrances. Music by Lodger.
• Dedicated WOW Report fans will remember we've had this psychedelic children's game, Boohbah, here before. Get over it. We like it and it bears repeating. No one's holding a gun to your head. We hope.
• Luchmeat webpage backgrounds. What else do you need to know?
• Thinking of getting a mohawk? It is, after all, the middle of 2006, so nobody will bother you. This guide to the care and feeding of said do, will be invaluable to you.
• Write your own lyrics and have the rock stars sing them back to you. Avant garde was never this backward.
I Love You Grace Park
I have a new crush! Finally! And this time, it's a GIRL. (Does this make me lesbianic?) Yeah, so whatever, Andy Samberg. Go have fun with that stupid whore, Kirsten Dunst. You and your rhyming skillz are so 2005. Jim Halpert from The Office, we'll talk later. I still heart you.
Anyway, I may be super fast on the intarnets, but I'm always a little behind in what's hot on television (oh, the irony). Anyway, my friends and I have been giant nerds lately and have really gotten into Battlestar Galactica. They're nerds to be begin with, but me? I am always up for reliving my sci-fi/fantasy days (seriously, though, they're way over. Ender's Game, what? Anne McCaffrey, who?) and also because I knew the show featured some awesome Asian girl.
But hot damn! Grace Park is H.O.T. She looks like the girl who could have sat next to me in my SAT study group, or waiting in line with me at my piano recitals, or turned bright red with me every time we did shots of tequila, or even argued against the professor in my Ethnic Studies class on the Asian American diaspora in contemporary society (I don't know what that means, either). My point is that Grace looks just like any other cute Asian girl, which makes her hotter than ever, and I would gladly break up with my boyfriend to make out with her. Just kidding!!! No!!! Seriously!!! I don't really mean that!!!
(By the way, Grace, please email me. I don't care if you're a Cylon. I know you know how to love.)
It's just too bad she's Korean.
– Moye Ishimoto
Recently Dead
Wayne E Heath, the innovative sign maker responsible for the revolving buckets outside KFC franchises, as well as signs for Ralphs, Winchells, the Flamingo Hilton in Vegas, and the Felix Chevrolet dealership on Figueroa Street in LA, died from prostate cancer May 15 in Palm Desert. He was 87. Heath and his partner, Tony Gorsich, started a small sign business in the 1940s, lettering storefronts and highway billboards. Later, when they began using bright colors, Plexiglas, and neon, "they changed the way signs are designed," said a longtime representative of Heath's company. "They used to be black and white, blue and white, red and white. He used incredible shapes and wild colors people had never seen in signs before."
21st-Century Vox
Guilty Pleasures
For Mothers Day my best friend confessed his secret love for watching Mommie Dearest (which just turned 25, happy Wire Hangers Day). Now, this might not seem strange because the atrocious cult classic has many followers, but he doesn’t watch it because of its camp factor, he watches it because he thinks it’s actually a touching movie. While I was laughing at his explanation, it suddenly hit me that everyone has guilty pleasures. I thought it would be fun to find out what your guilty pleasures are and to share some of mine (like you give a shit – lol).
• The Blockbuster on Sunset is not the closest video store to my house but often I'll head up that way because Kentucky Fried Chicken is located right next door. Most people wouldn’t be caught dead in the fat-soaked, high-cholesterol establishment, but every time I drive past it my mouth begins to water and I can feel my arteries hardening and I'm compelled to go in and order enough slabs of extra crispy chicken to feed Ann Wilson of Heart (when did she get so fat?). Then I binge on it in the car on the way home as if I were possessed with the spirit of Tracey Gold.
More...Confessions to the Press Corps
As you've probably noticed, no piece of Madonna trivia is too inconsequential for the WOW Report this week. Accordingly, it should be noted that her three sold-out concerts in LA have brought Bush and Blair to their knees – no doubt thanks to the excoriating performances of "Sorry" and the equally awesome "Sorry" video reprise remix mashup thing. Click here to watch the axis of feeble fumble for words of apology. Fenton, however, bemoans the fact they didn't say it in lavendar leotards, and with ghetto blasters and disco balls, because we all know that explaining yourself is cheap, and that there's more im-por-tant things than hearing you speak.
On a related note, no fewer than three of us are fighting off the "Madonnafluenza" here at WOW, or "Madge flu" for short. The illness is contracted from entering the sweltering sweaty mire of the LA Forum, and is best treated with effervescent vitamins, plenty of water, and hibernating in a giant mirrored ball.
– Steven Corfe
Confessions of a Hollywood Extra
Sham Ibrahim writes:
Madonna, Madonna, Madonna. The closest I've ever come to being an extra for her was on April 27, 2003, when I was a dying goth patient on an episode of ER. No, Madonna was not in any way, shape, or form a part of the episode of ER, but I'll explain the connection:
Madonna's episode of Will & Grace aired right BEFORE my (I like to refer to it as "mine," even though I'm not credited) episode of ER aired. Yes, we were on two different TV shows, but they did air on the same night and on the same network (NBC) side by side. Her episode of Will & Grace was (naturally) the highest-rated television show of the evening. MY episode of ER was the second highest-rated (over 18 million viewers). I know it's pathetic I feel so special about that, but if I ever got a casting call to play, oh I don't know, "piece of dirt in Madonna's fingernail" or "crap on the bottom of her shoe," I would JUMP at the opportunity! Alas, I've had no such luck as of yet.
More...Do You Know Where Your Granny Is?
What's with the senior ladies these days? The granny on the left, Eva Garnet, 92, was recently named Part-time Emeritus Professor of the Year at Irvine Valley College, where she teaches fitness. "I know I'm happy when I'm teaching, ecstatic when I'm dancing," she said "and satisfied when I look around and see how lucky I am." Interesting woman. Lot of history. At first, we mistook her for the unidentified working grandma on the right, whom we featured on the WOW Report a couple of months ago. Well, you can understand why.
Another Gander
Apropos the news from AOL yesterday that Jared Leto may be a nancy boy, here's an interesting-in-hindsight, so to speak, clip of Leto giving cute press for the homoerotic epic Alexander a couple of years ago. Back then, we only wished. (It's a YouTube)
Big Boy
Six-year-old Dzhambulat Khatokhov from Terek, Russia, is four-feet-seven and weighs 210 pounds. "There is not a single piece of furniture that he has not broken," says his mother. (Story)
Snap!
Top: Obliging the picketers outside the Forum, LA Raiders fans tailgate before the Madonna concert with food from home. Bottom: Is that a rubber band around his wrist?
Can Festival
Apparently, cans of this "energy drink" are displayed in stacks six feet high in Auckland supermarkets. It's no wonder. There are probably lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of stacks of these cans all over New Zealand. We're going. (Spare Room)
Putting Out the Fire
Here it is. Brandon Davis today belatedly says he's sorry for his spew of venom against Lindsay Lohan last week. "My behavior on May 16 was inexcusable," Davis said in a statement to Page Six that Richard Johnson thinks sounds like it was written with some assistance. "What started out as a joke got completely carried away and I am horrified at the words that came out of my mouth. I consider Lindsay a friend and I hope she accepts my sincere apology for my reprehensible actions last week." So now we await Lindsay's acceptance of his apology and her subsequent forgiveness, blessing, and warm embrace. Life, after all, is way too short.
Recently Dead
Legendary ska and reggae pioneer Desmond Dekker died Wednesday of a heart attack at his home in Surrey, England. He was 64. Born Desmond Adolphus Dacres in Kingston, Jamaica, the former welder, whose hits include "OO7 (Shanty Town)" and "The Israelites" (listen), is largely responsible for reggae's rise in popularity in the 1970s, and forged the way for reggae stars to come. "Desmond was the first legend, believe it or not," said his longtime manager Delroy Williams. "When he released 'Israelites,' nobody had heard of Bob Marley — he paved the way for all of them."
May 25, 2006
Leto Lays an Egg
We're going home now but before we go we'll share the info we just got in an email from MK at PopBytes. Seems Jared Leto has come out to AOL, if you can believe THAT, which we don't. Seems his AIM Interview went something like this:
ThirtySecondLeto: I'll give you an exclusive....
TyeinMusic: ooh. lay it on me
ThirtySecondLeto: I'm gay
TyeinMusic: *!*
TyeinMusic: please tell me you're serious
ThirtySecondLeto: as a goose.
She's a Little Bit Country and They're a Lot Slutty
Nice, wholesome lady Mormon Marie Osmond is distressed to discover what her two teenage daughters are writing on their MySpace pages. Apparently her 18-year-old, Jessica, who was adopted by Osmond as a baby, claims to be a bisexual who craves sex "as many times as possible," while her 16-year-old, Rachael, describes herself as a "slut" and a "whore" who dreams of having sex with David Bowie. Who's like way old. In a statement to, of all pubs, the National Enquirer, Osmond said, "If my being a celebrity figure is good for anything, let it be as a voice of warning to other parents that no matter how protective we think we may have been with our children in the past, we need to become more knowledgeable and even more vigilant now in order to protect them." She wants to clean up the internet. Yeah, good luck with that. (ContactMusic)
You Better Rework!
RuPaul's "Supermodel" has been reworked and remodeled for the new CD, RuPaul. Reworked. "I just saw the new video for RuPaul's 'SuperModel 2006'," says Wayne, who alerted us to it. "It's friggin She/He-larious." (Watch on YouTube)
American Freak
The two sickest things about American Idol last night (not including the winner) were:
• Toni Braxton - skipping out on stage in a baby doll dress! Singing BARITONE! She was channeling Baby Jane. Skipping. In a baby doll dress! I rewound like 20 times!
• Mary J Blige - not just those insane sunglasses, but her determination to try and erase that awful Grammy Awards performance. In the process, she forgot she was supposed to be doing a duet with Eliott Yamin! Did you notice she walked off the stage without him? Left him there!
• OK, one more sick thing. Clay Aiken! Who wasn't skipping in a baby doll dress but should have been! She's turned into quite a girl, hasn't she?
– Randy Barbato
Cloth Encounters
You thought I forgot this whole "National Day" thing, but shut up.
Today is Towel Day. At first, I thought it was just like, a normal towel-appreciation day where you'd just take 24 hours to fully appreciate towels and all the different kinds of towels there are: bath towels, dish towels, face towels, beach towels, hotel towels, personalized towels, paper towels, those luxurious soft towels that you never would think to spend so much money on but are really worth it, or even heated towel RACKS OMG, etc.
Or I thought maybe it was just a special day to appreciate terry cloth, which I honestly think is the most underappreciated fabric in the world. How awesome and wonderful is terry cloth? So absorption-y! Absorpsive? Full of absorption? [Ed note: absorbent] I mean, is there any other kind of material out there that just wonderfully and totally dries your body? I used to wish that beaches would be one long strip of terry cloth instead of sand, so you could run out of the water and nicely dry your body by rolling around on the ground.
Anyway, turns out it's in celebration of Douglas Adams' The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Blah blah blah nerd alert.
– Moye Ishimoto
The Podcast Tour
Hello LA!! Randy starts things off by bringing a mirrored ball into the conference room, which sets James off on a fierce rant against Madonna, whose recent tour dates in Los Angeles he missed. Fenton bursts in singing "Sorry," with Steven in tow with a gold balloon from the concert. For a fleeting second it's exactly like being at the Forum! James has a hissy fit and continues to rant against the poor old Material Girl whose only sin has been trying to entertain us all. James claims she never had that horse-riding accident, but fabricated the story to cover going in for cosmetic surgery. James is furious with her nailed-to-the-cross stunt, which Fenton calls "promiscuous appropriati