Rachel Cunel had to be on pins and needles when the Cincinnati cops pulled her over in Over-the-Rhine last Friday. It seems Rachel had something to hide.
I don’t know if she had any pins on her but she did have some needles that she decided to hide in her vaginal area. Click here to get more details.
The cops also found some heroin, so that’s why Rachel needed the needles, but man—all I can say is I hope those needles had caps on them. I mean sticking needles “up there,” or is it “down there,” would have to hurt.
(Photo found on Google)
Sarah went on Dave’s teevee show a few nights back and the conversation turned to her hometown which apparently is Cincinnati, Ohio—right?
Well, not really. Actually, Sarah is from Nelsonville, Ohio which is kind of close to here but not here. It’s all right, Sarah, just a little white lie. I’ve been known to do the same.
It’s kind of fun to watch Sarah and Dave talk about the Reds and the “Big Red Machine” days.
Wait for it. The conversation starts after discussing a damn magazine cover.
(Photo from Sarah from examiner.com)
→ American Idol is over for another season and Simon Cowell is gone and there was a love fest for him on Wednesday night—or so I’m told as I didn’t watch it. Lee Dewyze won the thing and Ohio’s own Crystal Bowersox came in second which doesn’t really matter as she also gets a big record deal. USA Today fills us in on this. I have a question. How come the runner-ups on this show often do better than the person who wins? Maybe that’s why I just can’t get into it.
→ The Taste of Cincinnati continues today through tomorrow downtown and while I was all negative this past week about it, Mike Breen at The Daily Beat puts a positive spin on the music, comedy and dance that’s taking part, so that’s why I’m sharing.
→ Bill Clinton is watching his calorie count these days and it’s turning him into a strange old woman. Wonkette tells us why.
→ I sometimes wonder if Jean-Robert will ever open his new restaurant at 713 Vine Street downtown. The Cincinnati Nation tells us there is yet another delay. Whenever I walk by the place, there is never a worker in sight, like the building isn’t preparing for any kind of opening soon. Whatever. We still got Arby’s to go to.
→ When it comes to marijuana in Cincinnati, there seems to be a double standard. Whites use it, blacks get arrested—or at least that’s what Eli Braun thinks at The Streetvibes Blog.
→ Pigs fly in Cincinnati, but in Texas, they dive. Don’t believe me? Go to The Daily Dish to discover how sincere I am.
→ And on a sad note, child actor Gary Coleman has passed away at the age of 42. I don’t know why so many child actors have such bad adult lives, but Gawker takes the high road and looks back at Coleman at the early, funny years.
(Photo of Crystal Bowersox from FOX)
I don’t consider myself a very materialistic person but there are a few possessions that I’ve obtained through the years that I can’t bring myself to part with.
Most of these processions have very little material value but a lot of sentimental value. Yep, it seems the older I get, the more sentimental I become.
I wrote about this in the current Living Out Loud column in CityBeat—a column called “Just Stuff.”
(Photo of stuff not Larry’s stuff but somebody’s at Jezebel.com)
Here we are coming up on Memorial Day weekend and here we are coming up on another Taste of Cincinnati. About half a million people are expected to show up. Again, it will be held on Fifth Street downtown. Click here to read more about it.
Now, of course, this is great for our city as it gets people to come downtown, but you know how negative I can be. I’m going to give you my opinion on The Taste of Cincinnati. If you don’t want to hear it, stop reading now.
I seldom ever go. Why? Because it’s crowded, there are usually long lines for the food that’s way overpriced. The portions are small and I usually can’t find a place to sit down, so I end up eating standing up. That’s not fun for me.
But the rest of you enjoy. I think I’ll stay home and drink.
(Photo from sizzleon thegrill.com)
It’s nice for a father and son to spend some quality time together and doing a little gardening together sounds fine by me and getting the son’s wife involved makes it even better.
But apparently, it does matter what kind of garden is being grown. Apparently, growing marijuana isn’t a good idea.
In Madisonville, a father and son and wife were arrested for growing a little reefer. Click here to read more about this horrible crime.
Actually, it’s a bit ridiculous.
(Photo of evil garden weed found on Google)
Yes, I admit that I’m a smoker, but at least I started the nasty habit as an adult.
See the photo to the left? It’s a smoking baby. I have one of these things on my writing desk in my study. It’s meant as a joke. I mean real babies don’t smoke.
Or do they? Take a look at this video. Update: This is a newer version of the video as the other ones keep disappearing due to copyright issues. Warning — some “bad words” on this one. Yet another update: Sorry folks, the video is gone. I look at it this way: I got away with it for hours. DAMN copyright laws.
Kind of appalling, don’t you think?
If and when I stop smoking, I may be wearing diapers, but at least I didn’t start smoking while wearing one. Give me some credit for that.
(Image from Woodpress)
When I first moved to Clifton, almost right across the street from me was New World Books, an independent bookstore. I loved it. The service was always cheery and helpful and if they didn’t have the book I wanted—and they often didn’t as it was a pretty tiny bookstore—they would always order it for me.
I would always go there, because I figured they needed the business. I always tried to avoid the “chains” as they are driving small bookstores out of business.
I’m no longer in Clifton and neither is New World Books. I guess I knew it all along, but they couldn’t compete with those large, massive booksellers.
I was thinking of New World Books this morning as I read this article by novelist Ann Patchett and her love for a little bookstore in Petoskey, Michigan. Here I go sharing again.
(Photo from the New York Times)
If you’re a man living here in Cincinnati, you’re no doubt aware that you’re not a real man if you stop and ask for directions. Here in Cincinnati, men will drive around for hours even when hopelessly lost. It’s a matter of pride.
However, dogs in Cincinnati who have been able to obtain a driver’s license (since 2008, intelligent dogs, if they can pass the driving test, can get a license) aren’t that proud. When lost, commonsense takes over. They ask for directions.
Take a look.
Does this mean that dogs are smarter than men?
(Photo from lazyrevolution.com)
Make fun of me if you like, but I really like the Red Lobster on Glenway Avenue. It’s been there for a long time—15 or 20 years—something like that.
I went there for dinner on Sunday night with my pals Jan and Jim. I can’t remember the name of our waitress but she was a little cold and not much into my tomfoolery, so I mostly kept my foolishness to myself.
Have you ever heard of lobster pizza? Maybe I’ve been living under a rock, but this was new to me so I tried it. Really, really good. I was so impressed; I went online and found a recipe for it.
Yes, here I go sharing again.
(Image from poorgirleatswell.com)