Thursday, May 26
Quote of the Day:,0,6780450.story?coll=la-home-style

"Does that make me a 'girlie-man'?" asked [Beatty]

No, it makes you a jackass.
posted by Jessica at 8:58 AM | Permalink |
Monday, May 9
By John Cusack, star of Serendipity and Pushing Tin

"Went to Hunter S. Thompson’s memorial service in Aspen. The next day, we went to Owl Farm -- which remained untouched since Hunter’s death two weeks before. The sun was shining and gunfire echoed as friends and family gathered and shot targets on the lawn. Norman Greenbaum’s “Spirit in the Sky” booming. Books, notes, numbers, pills, bullets, totems and talismans everywhere. Outside his wife offered liquid acid to people in the driveway. In the kitchen where he took his life, a huge American flag overlooked his suicide. He was looking right at it.

Here is just one of the good doctor’s final ruminations on our American experience. He sent it to me on a t-shirt a few months ago--"

What Thompson actually said is irrelevant as the entire purpose of the post is to show how like totally cool John Cusack is that he knew Hunter Thompson. I mean, he even took time away from planning his suicide to send his good friend John a t-shirt and everything!! The delusions of the self-important celebrity never fail to elicite a giggle.

"I'm... so cool. I...knew Hunter. I use fragments. Can't write whole sentences. Too deep for that. True visionary poets like my friend Hunter and myself see beauty. In things. In all things. Like brooks. And clouds. And lots and lots of liquid acid. ruminate. On life. On the beauty of life. And the flag. The American flag. With its stars. And stripes. And unicorns. Oh crap, that's just the acid talking."
posted by Jessica at 6:07 PM | Permalink |

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Part of me knows I should just ignore the entire Huffington comPost, because it's just too damn easy. But another part of me read John Cusack waxing philosophical about Hunter Thompson and decided some things are just too good to pass up.
posted by Jessica at 5:59 PM | Permalink |
Deadline Hollywood
Arianna's Blog Blows-Will this failure finally finish her?


Forgive them, these bleating blowhards on Arianna's blog, because they know not what they do. Not Seinfeld has-been Julia Louis-Dreyfus and her untalented TV-hyphenate husband, Brad Hall, making unfunny shtick of the anti-gay-marriage movement. Not has-been director Mike Nichols, using the forum to parade his high school grasp of U.S. history by mentioning "de Tocqueville" and "Dr. King" in the same paragraph. Not has-been brat-packer John Cusack, penning the 459,308th remembrance of Hunter Thompson for the sole purpose of letting the world know that the actor scored an invite to the writer's intimate memorial service. Still, the celebs aren't to blame here, because they made the bad mistake of allowing Arianna to sweet-talk them into believing that they had something to say in the first place. ("I was very moved, for example, by what Mike Nichols sent," Huffington told Newsweek. "It was just such a beautiful expression of his thinking." Arianna must have been swooning over the fact that Nichols is married to Diane Sawyer, because it can't possibly be over the director's bombastic blog b.s.)

They're all lambs to the slaughter, — baa, baa, baa, suddenly standing for baad, baad, baad — led by a shameless shepherdess whose only interest in the Hollywood flock in the first place is their ability to secure yet another headline for Huffington.
posted by Jessica at 5:46 PM | Permalink |