One of the best photos I’ve ever taken. Enjoy:

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. . . Otherwise, where will we get such awesome journalism as this NYTimes article about how male movie actors are getting fat as they get older?
A scene from the new journalistic thriller “State of Play†says it all.
Jeff Daniels, as the politician George Fergus, squares off with Russell Crowe, as the pen-wielding journalist Cal McAffrey.
Two men. One notebook. Four chins.
Hollywood’s pool of leading men is getting larger — and not necessarily in a good way.
The best part — and there are plenty of good parts, including the bit about how today’s aging male leads might be thinner if they just smoked cigarettes, like Humphrey Bogart (dead at 57 from throat cancer), Clark Gable (dead at 59 from a sudden heart attack), and James Stewart (dead at 264 from being a nice guy) — is that the article ends by treating an utterly implausible quote for a Hollywood PR rep at face value!
[Russell Crowe] might want to get some diet advice from Jason Segel.Mr. Segel, 29, was fairly hefty in “I Love You, Man,†a comedy released by Paramount Pictures and DreamWorks in March. But his face looked surprisingly thin on billboards advertising the film.
The advertising photos were done some weeks after the film shoot, with a slimmer Mr. Segel, said Katie Martin Kelley, a publicity executive with Paramount. “There was no retouching done,†Ms. Kelley said.
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Looks like someone forgot to post today! I’d better rectify that with a photoset (with oddball commentary) of this evening’s walk! Why don’t you click through the picture and go to the set?
I’ve read several books (and one really bad article) by his son before, but this week’s literary 0-fer is . . . Kingsley Amis, CBE!
I plan on correcting that 0-fer later this year when I delve into his Everyday Drinking collection. As soon as I stop drinking every day, that is.
Any of you have any experience with the elder Amis?
. . . Still, when he said that derivatives were WMDs, I don’t think he meant this.
Lost in the Supermarket is on vacation this week, on account of neurasthenia. But your faithful blogger wouldn’t leave you in the lurch!
Since tonight marks the premier of the new season of The Deadliest Catch, one of the most awesome “reality” TV shows of all time, I offer up a retro Lost in the Supermarket post: The Imitations of Crab!
My wife & I, meanwhile, will go back to our Tuesday night routine of sushi-and-crabtini in honor of the Northwestern, the Cornelia Marie, the Wizard and the Time Bandit (and evidently a couple of new boats, the Lisa Marie and the Trailblazer)!
What’s a crabtini?
Bet you’re sorry you asked.
See the whole Lost in the Supermarket series
What I’m reading: Antony and Cleopatra.
What I’m listening to: So Still, by Mozez. Because it’s Passover week! And the new Bob Mould record!
What I’m watching: Baby Mama, Bottle Rocket and Funny Face. And the final round of the Masters, which was insanely compelling.
What I’m drinking: Plymouth, Q Tonic and lime. And a whole bunch of kosher wine.
What Rufus is up to: Wagging his tail in his sleep last week, which I take to mean he was having the happiest dream ever. And another Sunday greyhound hike up in Wawayanda State Park! Enjoy the pix!
Where I’m going: Las Vegas next Sunday for a biz trip. None of my usual suspects of biz pals will be there, Tom Jones is out of town, and I refuse to bet on baseball, so this may turn out to be a very boring trip for me.
What I’m happy about: Our seder went off without a hitch and Mom made it safely back to St. Louis this weekend after her 10-day stay. Oh, and we got to see my cousins Lewis & Denise on Saturday (at one of my favorite Thai restaurants, hence the decor in the photo).
What I’m sad about: A friend of mine blindsided me with news that his wife blindsided him with divorce papers.
What I’m worried about: There’s no Q Tonic at the liquor store where I’ve been buying the stuff. Now I’ve gotta start searching some other haunts and begin hoarding it before it goes the way of the New York Sun and every other goddamn thing I really like in this world.
What I’m pondering: What it is about Audrey Hepburn’s in-her-prime beauty that literally makes my eyes well up when I see her in a movie.
For all of you Easter-season Peeps-eaters out there, I give you Peeps Show III, the Washington Post’s annual Peeps diorama contest! Now go microwave one of those marshmallow monsters!
These links are kosher for Passover! (No, they’re not.) Just click “more”!
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