Text of original letter can be found here.
Ethan Hawke to Liev Schreiber: “Thine countenance is that of a Hebrew, yet thou hast the hair of a Moor.”
Side effects include excess reverb and melancholy.
Email exchange between me and Ty during Game 6 of the ALCS.
Subj: Linguistic drift: in-game edition
me: Dude in my row asked the peanut vendor to “throw out the nutsack”
ty: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/d/da+lench+mob/all+on+my+nut+sac_20238056.html
me: Guerillas are in the midst of Fairfield county apparently.
ty: Peter Kay played “Guerrillasinthemidst” for 137 pts and just bingoed your ass, jigga.
At 10.37 on Tuesday night, the answer is no.
The roll call of politeness:
The track is, as they say, a club banger, but the lo-fi typographic aesthetic, married to the “Dancing With the Stars” as produced by De Anza JC staging, leaves one with the faint whiff of oh-come-on-you-can’t-really-be-serious.
If you see this on Jay Leno’s new 10pm gig, you should start stocking up on gold bullion, because it is an indicator that the variety show is dead and that the decline of Western Civilization has reached hugging distance with zero, asymptotically speaking.
Kanye decides to pick on someone his own size.
