We, too, once swam over 3,000 miles down the Amazon. Except it was more like the Willamette, for ten miles, and we actually didn't leave the boat. But the delirium thing definitely happened.
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One fateful night, Refined Taste and Youthful Abandon got drunk and did the nasty. The condom broke and they made a baby. That's us, and we're The Shit.
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Word's don't—nay, can't—describe. Apparently Jeezy even ad-libs in interviews.
04/08Gee, this totally doesn't make up for the fact that Paddy still hasn't finished the third volume of his memoirs.
04/05It's definitely about the free booze.
04/05So now he's picking on girls? We are convinced that The Game has become the Hank Kingsley of hip hop.
04/05Martha Stewart is so powerful that she sends Jews to Hell.
04/04UPDATE: We don't know what to believe in this whole Keef matter.
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04/04Talking Shit: Willamette Weak?
Portland newspapers have hella beef. Why? What a good question! Maybe it's because nothing ever happens in the 503—and when seriously newsworthy, Willamette valley-shaking bizness does go down (like, once a decade), there's invariably a scramble to scoop the story. Feisty contender Willamette Week's uncovering of the Goldschmidt scandal was huge—like, Pulitzer Prize huge—and a hefty body punch to the Oregonian, the heavyweight champion of the local rag scene.
So where does the Portland Mercury figure in to this news/boxing metaphor? In our estimation, they're a sort of midget pugilist (does midget boxing even exist?). Like, it's fun to watch them flail around, but it's hard to take their jabs seriously. Occasionally, however—think now—they get in an uppercut to the nuts.
At least their blog does. Take a gander at Blogtown: apparently, they've scooped WW! The story involves some dude's awesome Caddy being parked where it's not supposed to be and a conflict of interest and a blow job (?) or something. It also might be damaging for the Oregonian, maybe adding another juicy dimension to this already quite-juicy journal drama. As you might expect, we're not so clear on the details.
But is it really a scoop? Readers were apparently supposed to figure out who the above dude was as part of a WW photo contest. So Blogtown's all like, we (well, other people, really) figured it out before you published! But wasn't WW's intention to put the onus on the readership? Who's right? WHO'S RIGHT?!? We're thinking about running our own contest. The winner would be the person who figures out whether or not this is really a scoop, and would get to fix the hyper-sensitive "K" key on our faulty keyboard. Let us know if you're interested.
Bottom line: if this really is a scoop, then we too have scooped WW! (Our press credentials better be in the goddamn mail.) If not, then we'll hopefully be less confused after the new issue drops tomorrow.
(Oh yeah: and the Tribune is sort of the brain-damaged boxer to the Mercury's midget. Think Sly Stallone in the new Rocky, where he's semi-retarded and should have given up fighting a long time ago. Why is there a character named Mason Dixon? How can Pamplin make money off a free, unspeakably awful newspaper? To those of us who aren't senile, these are unanswerable questions.)
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Posted by devon | April 3, 2007 9:18 PM
Posted on April 3, 2007 21:18