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Saturday, September 15, 2021

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Kid Rock bitch-slapped Tommy Lee backstage during the MTV Video Music Awards earlier this week, claiming the fellow ex-husband of Pamela Anderson was harassing him.

It wouldn’t have anything to do with this, of course:

“To even be in the same room it’s kinda like, I was trying to figure out why is this whatever, 45-year-old man, who’s not involved with the show, who doesn’t have an album coming out, who has nothing to promote, even sitting through this garbage,” [Kid Rock] said, according to PerezHilton.com.

Rock, on the other hand, does have a new album, Rock and Roll Jesus, due out Oct. 9.

Did the Kid stage this whole thing just to produce a little heat for his upcoming album drop? Consider that Rock was in the news a year and a half ago, over an “unauthorized” sex tape of him, some groupies and some Christian rocker.

And whaddya know, the album release info on Rock back then, in January 2006:

His 1998 album “Devil Without a Cause” went seven-times platinum, and he plans to release “Live Trucker” later this month.

Looks to me that this has-been is a repeat offender. His albums don’t sell squat nowadays, so he times phony sideshow buzz in an effort to get a tiny sales boost. Pathetic.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 09/15/2007 06:28:43 PM
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I’ve certainly been aware of sniffer programs like PC Pandora, and how popular they are with otherwise happily-married couples.

I wasn’t aware just how popular they are:

“In just about every case now, to some extent, there is some electronic evidence,” said Gaetano Ferro, president of the American Academy of Matrimonial Lawyers, who also runs seminars on gathering electronic evidence. “It has completely changed our field.”…

Divorce lawyers say their files are filled with cases like these. Three-quarters of the cases of Nancy Chemtob, a divorce lawyer in Manhattan, now involve some kind of electronic communications. She says she routinely asks judges for court orders to seize and copy the hard drives in the computers of her clients’ spouses, particularly if there is an opportunity to glimpse a couple’s full financial picture, or a parent’s suitability to be the custodian of the children.

Yep, I’m aiming to get married real soon.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 09/15/2007 02:00:59 PM
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There be ghosts all over Brooklyn. Let them haunt your cellphone while you stroll in their path!

This Sunday’s Cripplebush Ghost Tour (named after the old Dutch name for the Williamsburg area) is part of this weekend’s Conflux Festival. It’s got a little something extra in the way of a ghost story:

Here’s how it works: A guerilla team has plastered the neighborhood with rectangular yellow stickers about the size of a postcard printed with a Pac-Man-style ghost graphic, a phone number and a four-digit code. You text the code to that number, wait 30 seconds for the buzz and accept your digital history lesson.

For example, if you stand outside K&M bar at the corner of North Eighth and Roebling streets and text 3101, you learn that, “Krystyna & Margaret ran this space as a pierogi restaurant from ‘96-’04. One died of cancer in 2004. In the ’60s & ’70s, the space was Go-Go club.”

Appropriately interactive, although think about it: What does the texting part do for you? The information is so byte-sized that it could have as easily been printed on those paper posters. It’s actually more of a hassle to have to text a request for it. If the text shot back more of a multi-media response — spooky audio-video to make the tour “come alive” — then I could see it being worthwhile.

I guess the text component is good for visitor tracking and measuring which sites are more compelling than others. Plus it’ll appeal to compulsive texters. Otherwise, it’s merely cute.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 09/15/2007 01:34:19 PM
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A while back I wondered what 8trk was, and was up to (aside from blogging).

They’re ready to reveal a little more. The site’s going alpha, so go sign up and help guinea-pig this budding music site into existence!

Let me know how the alpha-ing goes if you do. I’m more of a beta guy. Particularly if it’s the ever-popular perpetual beta.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 09/15/2007 01:02:51 PM
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You can take the girl out of the blog, but you can’t take the blog-like sensibilities out of the girl.

Liz, formerly of Breakfast of Losers fame, dropped me an email yesterday. She clued me in on a twin-bed set that she’s selling on eBay. Naturally, she had to attach a funny story to it, which I’m reproducing here — partly because I like it, and partly because it’s reminiscent of one of those catch-on-fire eBay listings that everyone emails to each other:

Save my marriage - buy this twin size box spring
Fix my husband’s mistake

We bought this as part of a mattress set for our daughter. She’s almost 3 years old, yet she still sleeps in our room. This didn’t bother hippies like us. That is, until she decided that the only way she could sleep is diagonally across the bed, with her feet in my back, and her face smashed up against my husband’s face, breathing toxic toddler fumes into his nose. She must dream about returning glory to America’s cycling team, because my kidneys have threatened to shut down if I let her spend one more night kicking them.

We have tried moving her to her own room once she is asleep, to no avail. Do you know that part of The Exorcist where Regan turns her head all the way around and shouts obscenities at the priest? That’s nothing compared to my daughter if you try to move her from her sleeping position.

We thought if gave her a real bed instead of a converted crib, and decorated her room all girly-like, with sugar and spice and Victoria Beckham, that she might bestow a few nightly hours of peaceful sleep upon us. We ordered a whole bunch of princess crap and painted her room so pink it would give Betsey Johnson a headache. Our daughter loves her new room. She even spent half a night in it since we completed the transformation three months ago.

Since we ordered some of the furniture online, we weren’t able to discern that the bed needed only a mattress, and not a box spring. In a classic marital miscommunication (my husband screwed up but I love him so I try not to hold a grudge), we failed to return the box spring in time for a refund. It’s been sitting in our living room ever since, practically begging me to pick it up and hit my husband over the head with it. Before I file for divorce, I need to get this thing the heck out of my living room.

This box spring is still as fresh as a daisy. I have never so much as sat my bum on it, let alone slept on it. My kids have not given it a second look, nor used it as a napkin to wipe off all the chocolate ice cream that I feed them to keep them from driving me insane.

Our home is smoke-free and pet-free. It’s also located in the boondocks of New Jersey, but, unlike Dick Cheney, we have not erased our existence from Google Maps. You should be able to get directions.

Contact me to arrange for pick up. I cannot deliver or ship. Remember, I’m a hippie. This thing does not fit in my Prius.

P.S. It really isn’t a big deal that my daughter sleeps in our room, so if you send me an email directing me to an evil parenting “expert” like Dobson or Rosemond who tells me I need to beat my kids to get to heaven, your address will be signed up for the ACLU’s mailing list, and any grammatical or spelling errors therein will be duly mocked.

Makes me wish she was still punching them out on BOL. I think she’s family-blogging somewhere else online, but it’s just not the same.

She wrote me that more eBaying is forthcoming from her. Maybe she should go all the way and move her brood down the road to eBayville, New Jersey!

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 09/15/2007 12:25:53 PM
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