Monday, August 09, 2004

Monday, Bloody Monday...

... is here once again. But at least there's some good news:

a) Presumably still reeling from Dale Peck's wish that he "shut off his goddamn word processor and tr[y] to find someone who would passionately shove a dick up his ass," David Foster Wallace has started writing about the ethics of boiling lobsters alive in obscure food magazines.

b) Donald Duck is finally getting a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame today, 26 years after that overrated rodent rival of his. (Yes! That article is by me. And, for once, free online. Huzzah.)

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