This video clip has been getting a lot of play in the liberal blogosphere (e.g., TPM):
In it, Mark Halperin says (with respect to the “how many houses” “controversy”):
My hunch is that this is going to end up being one of the worst moments of the entire campaign for … Barack Obama. I believe that this has opened the door up to not just Tony Rezko, in that ad, but to bringing up Reverend Wright, to bringing up his relationship with Bill Ayers…. It would have been hard for John McCain—given the way he says he’s going to run this campaign—to do all this stuff without the door being opened.
What’s interesting to me is that pretty much the entire panel jumps on him to say: that’s stupid, that’s illogical, that completely contradicts both objective reality and common sense. And he sticks to his guns, unfazed, and keeps making the argument for 2 minutes, 43 seconds.
It’s possible that Halperin is just exactly that blinkered and stupid. But it strikes me as the kind of argument I’d pitch over a beer and, after my drinking companions tore it apart, I’d shrug and say, “Yeah, that’s dumb. Forget it. I was just talking shit.” Maybe Halperin would say that over a beer, but he’s on TV. And on TV you never repudiate a stupid argument.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mike Gravel, former Democratic and current Libertarian candidate for president. (Via Matthew Yglesias, who needs the traffic.)
I now have a man-crush on Ted Turner. (I’m going to have to get in line behind Charlie Rose.) Charlie tries and tries, but Ted Turner has no truck with interrupters.
My favorite part is where they debate whether he should invite Rupert Murdoch to his birthday party. I’m not kidding! It’s starts around 19:00. At 12:45, he sings an entire verse and chorus of “My Old Kentucky Home”! And Charlie just sits there with dewy eyes, like a bleach-blonde skank being serenaded by Bret Michaels!
UPDATE: The embed seems to have died, but the video is still at the Charlie Rose website.
Here’s a video of me talking about Flashdance—a movie I had never seen before and plan to never see again—with my old friend Jonathan Betzler.
You know, I don’t think I’ve seen myself on video in ten years or more (I like to remember things my own way. Not necessarily the way they happened) and I find this… surprisingly un-excruciating. Maybe it’s a trick of the light.
Jonathan is threatening to do 23 more of these through the end of the year. (Last week was The Right Stuff. The rest will be posted here.)
Hey, look, official Funniest Man Alive John Hodgman has a blog:
I actually admire the sheer, misanthropic brio of those Lockhorns. After all, it can’t be easy to distill all the drunken, marital loathing of WHO’S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF? and pour it all into a single, hate-filled funny pages panel day after day after day.
This documentary is now at the top of my Netflix queue. I suspect—just this once—H won’t mind.
The quick summary: man is attacked by bear, man spends years building anti-bear armor, man seeks out Grizzly for a re-match, and then… ? I’ll just have to wait and find out!
Brotha got played. (Via Ogged)
[UPDATE] Did that embed work for you? Here’s the link.
[UPDATE 12/29/2006] The embed never seemed to work until I changed the Blogger template for the blog. That’s odd.
[UPDATE 12/29/2006 Pt 2] Ah, Blogger’s new pedantic-er Publish routine complained about an unmatched
embed tag in the YouTube HTML. Maybe that was it?
Is lonelygirl15 real? Is she suspiciously attractive, entertaining, and well lit? You decide! Watch her videos. Watch her boyfriend’s videos. Wonder and marvel! The New York Times summarizes the case, for and against.
[UPDATE] The New York Times’ Virginia Hefferman is completely and totally obsessed to to the point where she’s starting to freak me out. Sort of a lot, actually.
[UPDATE 2] Freak out!
One of the interesting side stories here—besides the well known rip-remix-burn subculture on YouTube (e.g., the Monkey press conference, I am the very model…)—is the idea of “response videos” which work like blog trackbacks. You’ve got gohepcat, The Mirrored Cowboy; guys trying to hit on her; girls trying to hit on him; and people who just want to help. It’s a scene, man.
[UPDATE 9/12/2006] Aw, man.