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It's Sunday March the 26 around 1:35PM and

Sunday Styles: Timbit Nation & Other Tales

*First there was Lazy Sunday. Then there was Lazy Monday. Now there is Lazy Muncie. It's the midwest version of the rap video and show exactly why Lorne Micheals and NBC's stance on You Tube could be the death of them both. [via Mickey Kaus]

*The story of how Frank Sinatra and Ava Gardner's spent the 1950's fighting everytime they went to London. [The Telegraph]

*What the heck is a Flugtag? Red Bull is sponsoring this ridiculous event in Vancouver for August 19th. "The first Flugtag took place in Austria in 1991. Since then, the dream of flying hand-made machines into unsuspecting bodies of water has spread like wildfire." Interesting.

*Since baseball is almost started, why not check out the ad campaign for the team south of our border, The Seattle Mariners.

*Something about a headline that says "Timbit Nation" really scares me. The Toronto Star feeds the evil beast that has made much of Southern Ontario a cultural wasteland, and has people ordering double-doubles coast to coast. It is skin crawling - have you eaten a doughnut there? How has this chain spread like a cancer?

*Craigslist is kind of been done to death, but the best part is that other people search so you don't have to. Like Perez Hilton, the gossip monger of the moment, posted about actor Jason Statham in Vancouver shooting a movie and having some, ahem, naughty Brokeback Mountain type fun while here. Where is Lynne McNamara when you need her?

*Like him or hate him, Stephen Harper should just totally own this news about him being a fatty. He totally needs to Clinton-ize it and step up his game. I want to see nothing but photos of him in drive throughs and stuffing his face.

FINAL WORD
The last days of writer Art Buchwald seem to be they way a writer should fade away. His 10-weeks in bed waiting to die have now become the hottest seat in Washington D.C. "It had been nine weeks since his kidneys had started to fail and he was still alive. "No one can figure it out," he told me. In the meantime, he said, "I'm having the time of my life." Prominent visitors stop by, his kids bring him McDonald's for dinner, the grandkids come. " Love this.

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Posted by: Chris

March 28, 2006 07:29 PM

But you know, after Frank and Ava funneled all that passion into nasty, object throwing-type fighting, they'd retire to the bedroom and make love like we mere mortals can only imagine. You know it's true.