My dad passed along the story in the local Sun Valley paper about Arnold’s unfortunate accident, which identifies the culprit run: The California governor, Hollywood actor and part-time Ketchum resident was taken off the mountain in a ski patrol toboggan after he reportedly tripped over his ski pole, fell and broke his right femur near ...
In tomorrow morning’s LA Times there’s an update that finally, among many other things, discloses some of the circumstances surrounding the Governator’s skiing accident: A friend who spoke to Schwarzenegger after the accident said the governor was “aggravated” about what happened, describing the accident as a “slow fall” on an icy surface. Schwarzenegger’s press office ...
While watching the Salt Lake City local news tonight, I heard the following sentence: Members of a local family spent Christmas in the hospital after exchanging stab wounds instead of gifts. Obviously not a funny subject, but the way they worded that made me burst out laughing.
Here in Sun Valley, you occasionally run into famous people. Usually, it’s just an L.A.-like part of the background noise, like Jamie Lee Curtis ending up behind my dad in line for lunch at the ski lodge, confirming for me that it was Christopher Guest I’d just seen. Sometimes, however, you actually get to meet ...
Apparently it’s a good thing I wasn’t out on the slopes today, because I would have had to deal with the circus of Arnold Schwarzenegger snapping his femur up on the mountain. I feel a bit bad for him, as I’m well aware that leg injuries are No Goddamn Fun. Especially if some poor ski ...
New Blogger has arrived, and I have just found the way I will be wasting the time I’m spending not skiing (and not working on other stuff I should be working on): Going through my archives and tagging all my posts. Sweet. Edit: I’m trying to get the label alignment work right (they should be ...
Meet George (70 years old). He managed to ski several runs despite a) a pinched nerve that causes chronic back and leg pain and b) falling once on his own, and c) getting plowed into by a snowboarder. Because of b) and c), he was sore enough that he was not able to ski today. ...
I spent four years living in Chicago, and during that time I was virtually impervious to cold. I mean sure, there was the time junior year when I rode my bike to class in the howling wind and the -20 air temperature, and I said, “Man, it’s pretty fucking cold out.” But I was tough. ...
Via Defamer, Michel Gondry demonstrates that even semi-insane yet excellent directors can end up with too much time on their hands…or feet: Seriously, I can’t even solve those goddamn things with both hands, concentrating really hard.
From an email from my old boss at Ellen: Dude – I am freakin’ sunshine and light. BITE ME!! This is why she and I got along so well. I need a t-shirt that says this.