rivercityvibe   “Puerile, smutty, schoolboy nonsense” – My Mom

Okay. We’re back on track. Here’s something for the weekend (by recent standards, a couple of days early). It’s the striking Kelly Carlson:

That'll do. Stop it there. Good.

Ms. Carlson, you will call, plays  Kimber Henry in the plastic surgery and shagging epic, Nip Tuck. The usual source gives us an example of how life imitates art for Kelly:

She is a spokesperson for the Smile Network, a Minnesota-based humanitarian organization that provides reconstructive surgeries and related health care services to impoverished children and young adults in developing countries.

She is seriously hot in the show. I am not sure the bikini pic does her justice.

Once in a while Bones HQ receives an email that links to something so clever and DOWNRIGHT hilarious it get’s posted immediately. This is one of those “once in a whiles”. Let’s dispense with metaphor and dramatic symbolism and root ourselves firmly in the literal (which I usually hate). This is the literal version of Bonnie Tyler’s seminal Total Eclipse of the Heart We shall watch, then discuss:

OKay, some of my takeaways from the lyrics which are pure genius:

All references to the emo kid (as you know, I hate emos. And Hipsters). Particularly, “emo kid is throwing slo-mo dove in my face”

“And they should not fence at night or they’re going to hurt the gymnasts”

“I’m swaying side-to-side, these dancers need to stop, the gayest man on earth would call this over-the-top”

“It started out as Hogwarts now it’s Lord Of the Flies” (I’ve never heard of “Hogwarts” but I have a 1st Am. Edition of LOTF. It rocks).

“You’re making it worse”

Lag! Notice I am glossing over my recent lack of posts. All I can say is that my Bridge Demolition Skills are vastly improved, but I am off chicken and rice.

I am aware that since the absinthe/flamethrower incident I have been falling down on my duties to the rivercityvibe faithful. Until I get back in the saddle proper, I am going to be looking for ways to maximize the value of my posts. Here, for example, is distilled magic. 100 best movie quotes in 200 seconds:

Something for the weekend will follow later.

I love you all (eros, not agape).

The Jax blogosphere (hateful word) is alive with reports of a team of loonies from the river city who have entered the 2009 BABE Rally, a rally of eighty beaters between New York and New Orleans with only one rule – all competing cars must have been bought for under $500. The team is imaginatively named “Team Preteen Spirit” and though two of the team are from Jacksonville, the third is, somewhat randomly, from Abu Dhabi. Here is their car:

It's name is Bloody Nora, apparently.

Now it has not escaped my notice that this whole deal has been set-up by a Public Relations agency. I got the press release (and very funny it was too). I’d usually be all over this, but, frankly I am impressed that these flacks have the awareness to treat bloggers seriously and actively court  this kind of coverage. Our buddies at Urbancore and Jacksonville Confidential are also running the story.

Is it true that a reporter from Vanity Fair will be embedded for part of the journey? Big rumor.

Oh no.

It’s Wednesday already.

A very bad experience with some imported absinthe, 35 feet of shock cord and an ex-Wehrmacht flamethrower has kept me out of the loop for the past couple of days. I am feeling a little shaky, so I am going to play it safe, this week. Here is the lovely and reliable Kelly Brook:

To be clear: This is last Friday’s post. If you need clarification as to how that can be, a full explanation is HERE.

Watch out for Morlocks.

Cameron’s house, from John Hughes’ seminal Ferris Buellers Day Off is  on the market. You know the place. Where Ferris and Cameron accidentally destroy Cameron’s father’s 1961 Ferrari 250GT California (“less [sic] than a hundred were made”).

The picture quality sucks. I guess they are trying to evoke an 80s ambiance for a quick sale. The Realtor tells us:

THE BEN ROSE HOME-site of the famous movie “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off”, cantilevered over the ravine, these two steel and glass buildings, which can never be duplicated, have incredible vistas of the surrounding woods. This is a unique property designed by A. James Speyer and David Haid, both notable architects of the 20th Century. Estate Sale Sold -No disclosures! This is an amazing architectural treasure.

Let us refresh our memories:

Remember those days? Remember Abe Froman, the Sausage King of Chicago?

There. It’s all coming back

I discovered something I did not know today. This is rare in my life. Really rare (go on, test me). You see, I knew that classic indie band Saint Etienne were named partly in tribute to French eighties songster Etienne Daho (Wikipedia is wrong on this one, believe me), but I had no idea that their classic She’s on the phone was a direct lift from Daho’s 1984 classic Weekend a Rome. See for yourselves.

Etienne Daho first (featuring Seth Rotherham on his Vespa):

Now Saint Etienne (featuring Etienne Daho [Doh!]):

How could I not have known this. My European assets have failed me.

It’s uncanny.

They’ve reinvented Sherlock Holmes for the big screen. To someone like me, who for two years of my teens devoured the entire Conan Doyle oeuvre three times in succession, such a reinvention carries with it the risk that it will (GI Joe-like) destroy treasured childhood memories.

I needn’t have worried, they’ve cast the legend Downey, Jr in the eponymous role. Everything will be fine, mes enfants, I’ve looked into it:

I forgoit to mention that this is a Guy Ritchie movie. As I have said before, this guy gets a bad press but I have never seen a movie of his I did not like. Sherlock Holmes looks like it will be no exception. It’s not out ’til Christmas, but I thought you’d want to see the trailer anyway.

* I know. He never said this. Yawn.

An annual milestone, with the publication of FHM’s 100 Sexiest Women in the World. It is standard in these circumstances to award the Something for the Weekend honor to the number one spot. This year, that was Cheryl Cole, who apparently is/was/may have “been in” something called Girls Aloud:

The usual sources tells us:

In 2007, Lily Allen included a song entitled Cheryl Tweedy on her debut album Alright, Still. Tweedy took the song as a complement to her, but Allen later pointed out that it had been tongue in cheek.

Cheryl Cole/Tweedy may be the FHM Sexiest Woman in the World, but she’s no Lily Allen.

(BTW, does the word “sexiest” have a kind of 70’s feel to it? No? It does for me).

(also, did you notice Wikipedia mispelled “compliment”. Of course you did).

I met Joakim Noah once, at a University of Florida faculty party (I get invited to these things ALL THE TIME by fascinated professors and feel I have to turn up every now and again. Now I think of it, that’s probably the reason that Joakim was there too). We spoke. His conversation was like my basketball (the occasional score but mostly inconsequential dribbling). I did come away with the impression that this young man would go far and I am, a few years on, being proved right.

Now a center for the Chicago Bulls, he splits his time between Florida and Chicago. When in Florida he likes to hang with beautiful women. He prefers them topless and in the ocean.

He has something of a Snoop look going on in these pics. If you want to see the entire NSFW (this puritan nation kills me) paparazzi shots click HERE.