Actually, it was more like two and a half years ago that I first noticed kettlebells, thanks to (the now humbled and retired) Kostya Tszyu.
Since then, I’ve actually seen kettlebells on TV a few times. One show was totally unrelated to fitness (it was probably a home renovation show or something), but the featured “real person” was a kettlebell trainer, and they showed him doing his thing.
Now BuzzFeed says it’s the latest craze. (They do have some good, recent links, it should be noted.)
Go figure. 
Well, Amy Winehouse is finally going to rehab (”No, no, no!“). Mad props to WWTDD for summing up the story perfectly:
Winehouse, who collapsed last week after taking a cocktail of heroin, ecstasy, cocaine and the horse tranquillizer ketamine, is now thought to be wait did that fucking say “heroin, ecstasy, cocaine and the horse tranquillizer ketamine”? HOLY SHIT!
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This story about a porn star called Mia Rose being banned from World of Warcraft for… um… being a porn star is hilarious. Where’s the logic in that? Wouldn’t you want people to think hot sluts played your game?
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David Allen should be announcing the winner of his tattoo giveaway today. Of course I entered, but I’m really rooting for his mom.
Have I mentioned my man-crush on Henry Rollins? I have, haven’t I?
When you hear a Stooges track or a Buzzcocks track or a Ramones track or a track by the Fall, or what have you, in a car ad, some people, whenever that happens, I get a letter saying “What a sellout.” And I say “no man, we’ve arrived.” The person making that ad grew up on that music. You’re no longer confined to interstitial, instrumental music, you’re gonna get Iggy Pop and the Teddy Bears singing I’m a punk rocker to sell a car. What would you rather hear? Some wanky keyboard or Iggy and the Teddy Bears? I know which one I’d rather hear, and I just hope they get paid quickly and double scale, because it’s about time.
Russell Simmons was pure gold on his show’s last episode, too.
They way I imagine this happening
Scene: A junior exec from KM Communications is trying to bond with his teenage sons over a “meal” from Wendy’s, since he’s never learned to cook and hasn’t introduced his girlfriend to the boys yet out of fear that they would tell his ex-wife about her.
Dad: Hey! I’ve been put in charge of picking the call letters for some new TV stations. You guys wanna pick some out?
Boys: *whisper-giggle-whisper* Yeah, Dad, that’d be really cool. How about these…
Now the question is: Are there any other offensive call letters out there?
Rules of the game:
- 4 letters (no numbers)
- First letter must be K or W
Personally, I don’t come up with much. WUSS and WIMP is about as good as I get.
Is it just me, or is Straight Edge making some sort of comeback?
Marisa’s calendar check seems appropriate.
This guy is not only a riot, he’s a good egg to boot…
The baggage handler who tackled terrorists
BAA worker John Smeaton told reporters how he had helped a police officer to restrain the suspects after a burning Jeep Cherokee, which was doused in petrol and packed with gas cylinders, crashed through the window of the departures lounge on Saturday.
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Demonstrating the “have-a-go” attitude typical of Glaswegians, Mr Smeaton continued: “Glasgow doesnae accept this, if you come tae Glasgow, we’ll set about you.”
How fantastic is THAT?! He is deservedly rising to a sort of stardom, too. Check the tribute blog and the YouTube action.
My favorite quite from the (less excited) CNN footage:
“He’s a behg boy and no’ for bein’ shubdude.”
It does me proud (as someone who claims Scottish heritage).
(Thanks, Garret!)
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