Here’s a clip from a recent episode of Ellen, which is apparently a daytime version of Dancing with the Stars (only without any celebrities). The show set up a camera on a tripod outside of Topicana Field, allowing Ellen to make a horrible joke about orange juice. (Ha, ha, I hope she goes to Citizens Bank Park next to… make a withdrawal!)
Then it’s like a minute of people dancing “hilariously” with that horrible Pussycat Dolls song in the background and a laugh track strength not seen since the early days of Married with Children. And people watch this show, huh? Hmm.
• The dance-off for jobs at the Philly Park casino continues, with the applicants now comparing it to American Idol. This idea’s a little wacky, but I’m all for replacing getting signatures with dancing to “YMCA” as a way to get on the ballot. [Bucks County Courier Times]
• Be sure to check out the New York Post’s top 10 reasons why TO would want to kill himself list! It has all the hilarity of a root canal performed without novocaine by a labrador retriever who’s also urinating on you. [Gawker]
pwddmac: so, that new teresa masterson thing, i think we should just leave it alone this time. i don’t want to do TM overkill.
anonymous reader: no! we can’t not talk about her pole dancing. reader: although for some reason, i feel almost bad when we make fun of her now reader: she does seem reasonably cool pwddmac: i agree. but it’s just a shtick. i mean, we’re not all that mean, are we? reader: i guess we’re just more detached. i’ve never thought of her reading this before. pwddmac: hmm. so do you want to let it go? reader: uh, no. i’m just going to feel bad about it afterward. reader: let’s play a game called - can you diagram the following sentence: reader: “But in this Britney Spears culture, where women feel it necessary to show it all, it seems like were missing the good stuff when everyone is showing off all of their stuff.” pwddmac: okay.
pwddmac: i gave up after that pwddmac: did you know there’s a pole in big boi’s bedroom? pwddmac: i saw it on cribs. t.o. also has a room called the “chocolate room” in his atlanta house where you have to take your shoes off to enter. reader: oh god, she should go interview t.o. that would be amazing. reader: or at least drew pwddmac: “Next question!” pwddmac: “Drew, do you think that, in this Britney Spears culture, where women feel it necessary to show it all, it seems like we’re missing the good stuff when everyone is showing off all of their stuff?” reader: the next “crazy” thing she does for the “blog” should be a “date” with john ogden, i think pwddmac: or she can get help him do things to get evicted
It’s late August, and the Philadelphia Phillies are somehow still alive in the Wild Card race. This can only be due in part to the Phanatic Dance’s new sponsor:
Because, really, there’s no better time to look for a college to go to than during the Phanatic Dance.
Last week: The Phillie Phanatic. (Happy birthday, big buddy!) And today: The Robbins Diamonds guy.
This one actually includes some actual, uh, pretty good dancing. The Robbins guy can really shake his money maker, and Jen Fred busts a movie today as well. Even the security director seems more into it today.
Also, this sketch (skit? news segment? hard-hitting investigative report?) seems to keep getting longer and longer. Pretty soon it’s going to take up about a full hour. I don’t think I could be prouder.
• We also hear that JGT will be celebrating the end of Body Worlds by hosting a quizzo at the Planetarium and then shedding his skin and getting in some weird pose. [Johnny Goodtimes]
• Liz Spikol introduces us to the Medication Debate Shuffle, which will soon be tearing up the clubs. [The Trouble With Spikol]
Eagles linebacker Dhani Jones has been arrested for dancing.
No, really.
Jones was dancing in the street outside of a South Beach night club, was asked to stop dancing in said street — apparently, traffic was blocked, though I’m sure it wasn’t just our favorite bow-tie clad linebacker — and was then arrested, the Associated Press reports.
In the world of athlete run-ins with the law, this might be the most innocuous one of all time. No drugs, no weapons, no fight, Dhani just had ants in his pants and couldn’t stop dancin’!
Also, uhm, it’s a South Beach night club? You should get arrested if you’re not dancing, in the street or no.
You know what? Fight the power, Dhani! Those small-town cops can’t ban dancing for forever. Trust me: You have the music on your side!
