Baconator fries are a thing?
The Oceanic Preservation Society projected images of endangered species on the south side of the Empire State Building last night to raise awareness of their plight.
For those of you who couldn’t be there, here is a peek:
To learn more about what is being done to save these creatures, and what you can do, visit www.racingextinction.com.
Ms. King didn’t enjoy your phone calls, and who can blame her. Your customer service representatives called her — after she explained that they had the wrong number — an additional 74 times to harass her about a previous client’s unpaid bill.
Now a court says you owe her $229,500 under the Telephone Consumer Protection Act.
So, call me instead. I’m an actual Time Warner Customer. I even pay my bills. And I’ll only charge you…$1,000 a call.
Everyone should have an opportunity to read the closing paragraph of the Supreme Court ruling–authored by Justice Anthony Kennedy–that has changed our country for the better.
All the discussion of late around the Confederate flag brought the band Lynyrd Skynyrd to mind, since that flag is part of the band’s logo.
(I didn’t use that version here on The Sticky Egg because, um…no.)
That led us to talking about where we were when we learned about the plane crash that killed half of the band members.
[If you’re too young to a) know who Lynyrd Skynyrd is, or b) remember the plane crash, move along.]
I was in bed asleep. The phone rang — a corded phone, no less — and I walked down to my mother’s bedroom to answer it. A good friend of my oldest brother was on the line, and he was crying. I may have been young, but I knew a call that late at night could only mean one thing…
Someone had died.
We woke up my brother, who came to the phone in a fog of sleep. We heard him say, “Oh no. Oh God. Oh no.” Then he hung up the phone and turned to go back to bed. We stopped him, saying, “Wait — what happened?”
He said simply, “Lynyrd Skynyrd died.”
I’m not sure either my mother or I knew exactly what that meant, so we went on to bed. When we questioned my brother the next morning, he barely remembered the phone call.
But it stuck in my memory, all these years — the day Lynyrd Skynyrd died.
I’ve heard of throwing pizza dough in the air…
…but throwing pizza as a punch?
A Florida man threw a hot slice of pizza at his roommate, who called the cops.
And they arrested him.
Since this incident occurred in Florida, it’s really not all that surprising. What is surprising is that the guy didn’t eat the slice when he threw it at him.
When life gives you lemons, buddy. It is pizza, after all.
Congratulations to 2015 Triple Crown winner American Pharoah, the first three-year old to do so since Affirmed in 1978. And now his name will live forever along side that of past champions Secretariat, Seattle Slew and Citation.
He’s a Kentucky thoroughbred, of course.
If you’ve ever had the good fortune to travel to Ireland, you might assume (incorrectly) that people who live amongst such rustic countryside and rich history wouldn’t be very forward-thinking.
Turns out they have quite a few things to teach us back here in the USA.
Congratulations, Emerald Isle, on your historic approval of same-sex marriage — the first country to do so by a national vote.
Executive Producer Rob Burnett tweeted that it was merely “show business.”
More like a missed opportunity.
The day after the emotional final episode of The Late Show with David Letterman, crews reportedly quickly dismantled the legendary set, throwing much of it into dumpsters.
While I’m sure Letterman and his team took what they wanted before the demolition, think of the monies that could have been raised — for charity, no less — by letting the general public purchase a piece of the show’s 33-year history.
I can’t believe I am the only one to think of that.
That charitable contribution would have been yet another exclamation point in Letterman’s legacy.
When Teddy Kennedy died back in August 2009, I was surprised to learn the news via Twitter instead of more traditional news sources.
Today, Twitter breaks most big stories.
Then celebrities from all walks of life began making their statements of sympathy.
Yet another development many a publicist and PR maven probably didn’t see coming down the information superhighway.
All those carefully worded press releases and statements of sympathy and support that once earned them an extra billable hour or six? Gone. Because now their clients can take to Twitter and, in 140 typo- and emoji-filled characters, sum up their feelings about the dearly departed.
And start a Twitter sh#t storm at the same time.