Entries from September 2008 ↓

Don LaFontaine, 1940-2008

“I’m scaring you, just by standing here….”

It’s weird to be writing twice in the space of a few hours about great voice talents, but, man, the giant has left the building. Don LaFontaine, whose low, gritty, rock-hard “In a world, where…” anchored so many of the over 5,000 trailers he voiced during his 33-year career—like this one for Tyler Perry’s upcoming The Family That Preyspassed away on Monday at the age of 68.

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Baby Mama, or Baby Mama Mama?

What if McCain mixed ‘em up?

Were Alaska state governor Sarah Palin, left, and 30 Rock‘s Tina Fey separated at birth?

[Via Kath•arsis]

The Michael That Might Have Been.

Look familiar?

That’s an artist’s photographic rendition, above, from The Daily Mail, of what Michael Jackson, who turned 50 this past Friday, might have looked like today had he not fileted his face, over the past few decades, with what presumably turns out to be weeks of plastic surgery.

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The Mellifluous Overtones of Doom.

You better, you better, you bet.
In Diary, Gary Anthony Sturgis, left, tells his lawyers who’s boss

I was flipping channels this past weekend, saw three black men walking around the curve of a Richard Meier-esque expanse of office building white marble, above, noticed actor Steve Harris acting lawyerly, and figured I’d tuned into a rerun of The Practice.

Wrong. It was Tyler Perry’s Diary of a Mad Black Woman. Overbroad and maddeningly melodramatic, I would have immediately jumped over to some reality show had it not been for what I heard next.

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Sick & Tired of Being Sick & Tired.

Hit your usual high notes.

I post to MEDIA ASSASSIN every weekday, usually before 10 a.m. I’ve never sent up a message this late, mere minutes before 6 o’clock in the evening.

Why? I got grinded to a halt by a weird sore throat / headache today, no doubt due to a weakened immune system, depleted by a couple of weeks of sleep-inverted days and nights.

Lots of rest is beginning to take care of the wacky sleep schedule and headache, while Singer’s Saving Grace Extra-Strength is banishing the prickly texture of my membranes. It’s $11.98 for a 1 oz. bottle, above, while a quarter-ounce spray will run you about $4. Zakiya, my wife, found it and considers it primo. She says that, for maximum effect, break it out the moment you feel a single tingle. Here’s proof: You’re reading this post. The woman knows her stuff, folks.