This school video is kind of cool. It was shot with a single camera in one long, unedited take — no small task when you consider the timing involved and the number of individual locations (and bodies) used. I was entertained.

And what a school! Must be nice. It’s located in Rouen, Haute-Normandie, France.

And speaking of movies and Halloween…do you agree with the Boston Globe’s list of the 50 scariest movies ever?

I still want the shoes. I may get them yet. Wonder if they have them in a size 5…

Edit: I just checked. They start at size 6. Apparently, women with small feet don’t get the cool shoes. I am crushed.

Fink out.

Hey, check these for Halloween:

Them’s four-inch heels, my fiend. What I wouldn’t give to be 5’6″.

And these give new meaning to the term en pointe:

I think those would be comfortable after my standard 15-hour day, don’t you?

Anyway…

So I read yesterday that Jose Canseco is now sorry he wrote Juiced. He apologized on an A & E special, saying that had he known his name-dropping was going to hurt people’s careers, he wouldn’t have done it. (?????)

The ESPN article states:

At one point in the television program, Canseco is shown at an appointment with a Santa Monica physician asking to be weaned off steroids for good to restore his testosterone levels.

‘My body forgot how to make testosterone,’ Canseco said, according to the Daily News. ‘Steroids and the use of steroids destroyed my life completely.'”

Ok, he was angry at MLB when he wrote the book. He lashed out at them, and at others. But hello…there is a considerable block of time between writing a manuscript and receiving completed shipment from the printer. There are no innocent accidents in publishing, at least where major content is concerned. In fact, in a New York Times interview in 1997, Canseco’s ghostwriter said:

I can now reveal that serious thought was given to including Canseco’s recollections of golf course conversations with Clemens about steroids. At the time, we decided to focus on players Canseco injected — since those revelations would carry the maximum impact.”

So yeah. This wasn’t a stream-of-consciousness rant that was printed overnight. Apparently, a lot of thought went into it. Sorry, Jose…I ain’t buyin’ it. (The story or the book.)

In the TV special, he also talked of living paycheck to paycheck. Cynical minds would think, “Hmm; can’t afford to keep up his habit, so he’s going public again, doing teary interviews, selling more copies of Juiced to the curious, boxing other has-beens on cable, and purporting to serve as a warning beacon to young athletes.” But maybe that’s not it. My hope is that he wants to kick the steroids for real and for good.

But I’m not banking on it.

Fink out.

PS: Happy Birthday, #1 Son!

I went all Hollywood Hag again this morning.

Carreras and Domingo…I sure miss the third tenor.

Billy Bob doing his thing. Loving the Gene Krupa drum head (that’s what it stands for, right?).

Ugly, inside and out.

Liv Tyler – she was so pretty in all her movies. She had such a mysterious and innocent beauty about her. Now… *sigh* Some people should have left well enough alone.

Yep, they’re still alive.

Holy eyeliner, Batman.

Once again, I don’t get the enthusiasm about his being so beautiful. Um…ick.

She *was* beautiful once. Until she took a picture of Caesar Romero to her plastic surgeon and said, “Yeah, that’s what I want!”

Ok, enough snarkiness for one day. Gotta get to work. Yikes!

Fink out.

Photo credits: Associated Press, Getty Images, imdb.com

Random Neuron Firings

1. Sorry, friends. I just don’t see the beauty. Never did, even when she was younger. Does that make me bad?
2. Fellow crusties: Remember the nighttime soap of the 80s, Dallas? Remember Victoria Principal, who played Pam Ewing? Well, she denies having plastic surgery. Riiiiiiiight. I mean, do the nip-tuck thing (Lord knows I will when the time comes), but give us some credit for getting out of bed in the morning.
3. Think we’re coming close to nuclear war now ? Well there was this one time…

Man. Software’s crazy this morning. Better post this and get it over with before I lose everything. (That, and school’s about to start…)

Fink out.