It's either an explanation for why Lance, Jake, and Matthew are spending so much time together — or the perfect Hollywood cover-up of our wildest fantasies. From today's Gatecrasher column:
Cycling legend Lance Armstrong has privately confirmed speculation that Jake Gyllenhaal will portray him in a biopic.He told sources at ESPN that Matthew McConaughey had been up to play the part, but lost out to Gyllenhaal.
"He said that's why he has been spending so much time with them both this summer," said the source.
This confirms last month's news that first announced Jake and Lance were getting together for the project. What else does it confirm? A gay box office draw.
Blue Mood
Upon entering the theatre, it is immediately evident that this is a one-of-a-kind experience. The ushers hand out white streamers to the audience, with no explanation as to what they should be used for. Many took the opportunity to add the streamer as an accessory to their theatre-going attire, however. Adding to the eccentricity, signs with red digital lettering scroll for narration and encourage the audience to participate in talking (singing is discouraged) happy birthday to someone and saying hello to some random person to make them feel better.
The show eventually opens with the three (alien?) blue men standing behind what appear to be buckets. The middle begins to play them as drums while the other two pour neon paint on the lids, forcing the paint to splash all over the place with every beat, explaining why the front rows of seats are the poncho section.
The men's antics provide a spectacle of events throughout the 100-minute show, from one catching an outrageous amount of marshmallows in his mouth to a tutorial on rock concert etiquette to an attempt at romancing a girl from the crowd by sharing Twinkies with her in what resembles a candlelit dinner. There is a house band placed strategically in cubes above the blue men, with rock music flowing from men who appear to be skeletons by the effect of black light and neon suits and face paint.
With lack of a better way to describe the surreal show, Blue Man Group is pure entertainment at its core. There doesn't seem to be much purpose or message behind the array of bright colours or inventive instruments, but to be honest, who cares? It's an interesting, and at times hilarious, show for the whole family and should be a must-see event if you can afford the tickets.
Just make sure you're not late, because the men will stop what they are doing while a speaker serenades 'You're Late' as a cameraman focuses on you, placing you on a big screen for the entire audience to see. And be prepared to unrol meters of toilet paper that will end up covering the audience enterily.
Bees. Swarming buzzing bees.
Tickling temperamental bees. Bees with
pointy painful stingers.
The boy poured honey down his back
and shook his buttocks left to right.
The naked crazy boy. He passed by the beehives,
jogging not running. Taking
his sweet innocent time, through the grass,
toward the white perfumy clover
field. The bees rose in a fuzzy brown boil,
filtered out their hive, cleaved
the air like an arrow aiming for honey-dripping
bare-bummed Johnny. Little
Johnny boy smiled broad and white, his feet
advancing toward the clover, tossing
his hips from side to side,
breathless voice issuing forth, "Beeeeez.
Zzzzzzzhahahahahaaaaaaaa."
Little Johnny boy slipped a finger
between his perspiring crack, taking
away honey as if from the stale edges of a white bread sandwich.
Johnny loved
the bees, almost as much as the sticky sweet clinging
of honey that formed and
hung like stalactites from his perineum, dripped
dripping drops.
The bees closed in. Thousands of bees,
their murmuring buzzing chorus
titillating little Johnny boy, stingers angry
and shining in the sun, quivering
mad. Johnny jogged toward the clover field,
licking his finger of the sweet
sweaty honey. Honeybuns, Johnny thought,
and laughed until he fell rolling over
the start of clover. Honeybuns, thought Johnny,
and he laughed, giggled, a
smile playing over his bare freckled puss.
"Beeeeeeez!" Johnny exclaimed, as a
fuzzy buzzing cloud converged on
little Johnny's honey sticky ass.
The sun rolled in golden fury,
and hours later, when it had turned a dark
red, and sunset swollen, little Johnny boy
lay stiff and puffy, pink and happy,
dead stinking sweet.
I think I will start reading more ( as I used to) at least it's pleasurable and doesn't really cause any damage. Some people watch movies as a catharsis, I read books ( I know they are invented) . 'When someone writes as well as Thomson does, it makes
you wonder why other people bother.
It is winter, somewhere in the United Kingdom, and an eight year-old
boy is removed from his home in the middle of the night. He soon
learns that he is the victim of an extraordinary experiment.
In an attempt to reform society, the government has divided the
population into four groups, each group representing a different
personality type. The land, too, has been divided into quarters.
Borders have been established, reinforced by concrete walls, armed
guards and rolls of razor wire.
Those who are most favoured are deemed SANGUINE, their dominant humour
being blood. They are optimistic, even tempered and constructive, and
must reside in the Red Quarter, whose capital is Pneuma.
Aggressive, impul
sive people and those prone to excess are deemed
CHOLERIC, their dominant humour is yellow bile. Cholerics reside in
the Yellow Quarter, whose capital is Thermopolis
Finally, the MELANCHOLICS, dominated by black bile, are characterised
by introspection, pessimism, and an inclination towards the
intellectual. Melancholics reside in the Green Quarter, whose capital
is Cledge.
Plunged headlong into this brave new world, the boy tries to make the
best of things, unaware that ahead of him lies a truly explosive
moment, a revelation that will challenge everything he believes in and
will, in the end, put his very life in jeopardy...
Toni finally ended his goalscoring drought on German soil with two second-half goals to crush the hopes of an entire nation. Gianluca Zambrotta had opened the scoring in the sixth minute before last season's top Serie A scorer stole the limelight. Toni headed the Azzurri's second shortly before the hour mark before capping a wonderful evening for Marcello Lippi's men shortly after. Playing in their first ever quarter-final, the Ukrainians looked nervous and jittery and were at the mercy of their rivals in the opening half. Oleg Blokhin's men did battle after the re-start and were only denied by superb saves from Gianluigi Buffon before Toni killed them off. An estimated 46million Ukrainians back home watched their heroes make their exit and the Ukrainian players can feel proud of having gone so far in what has been a sensational first World Cup campaign. Italy now take on host nation Germany in Tuesday's semi-final in Dortmund.
Very very funny atmosphere at Santore' together with food, frolics and good company.
After the 3rd goal they played l'inno d'Italia and the entire restaurant rose to sing, the non-Italians they partecipated too with forks and glasses.
