Best: Charlie Rose. Worst: Deborah Norville. Link via Gawker...

Ever wonder what some of your favorite television news reporters look like during sex? Gawker video guys Richard Blakeley and Nick McGlynn, along with their army of interns, have collected still frames of fifty reporters, anchors, and other TV folks giving their best "O faces." The expressions imply everything from long and luxurious moans to awkward and embarrassing early finishes. Find all 50 after the jump. The dirtier your mind, the more you'll enjoy them.

  

  

Ona & I tapped into our inner Terry at the 15th annual Montgomery Professional Rodeo and Bullmania at Daube Farms (Montgomery Township, NJ) this past weekend. My camera died before I had a chance to prove it (what I did get I threw into above Mosaic with a little help from Big Huge Lab's Mosaic Maker). Have to admit I had a pretty decent time minus the 100 degree weather (according to Terry, that's the only way to see a rodeo). Regardless, we'll both be looking forward to Ona's mutton busting debut next year...


  

  

Daddy, people like mud! - Fiona Marie Quinn (5/25/08)

  

  

All we are is dust in the wind, dude. Link via Astronomy Picture of the Day. Blockquote via Kitsune Noir...

Seriously though, space is the place. I was reading an article over on Wired and in traditional me fashion, I end up straying somewhere else following a link and stumble on something else that gets me all excited. The photo above is a photo of The Milky Way viewed from the Kofa Mountains in Arizona, and it’s one of those things you see and you can’t believe it’s real. I honestly can’t think of anything more awesome than this. If you asked me who would win in a fight, I would bet The Milky Way over anyone or anything else, that’s just how bad-ass that galaxy is.

  

  

  

Via Vanity Fair...

Imagine a bearded grad student being handed a dozen AT&T executives, all in pin-striped suits and quite a bit older and cooler. And I’m giving them a tour. And when I say a tour, they’re standing behind me while I’m typing on one of these terminals. I’m traveling around the Arpanet showing them: Ooh, look. You can do this. And I’m in U.C.L.A. in Los Angeles now. And now I’m in San Francisco. And now I’m in Chicago. And now I’m in Cambridge, Massachusetts — isn’t this cool? And as I’m giving my demo, the damned thing crashed.

And I turned around to look at these 10, 12 AT&T suits, and they were all laughing. And it was in that moment that AT&T became my bête noire, because I realized in that moment that these sons of bitches were rooting against me.

To this day, I still cringe at the mention of AT&T. That’s why my cell phone is a T-Mobile. The rest of my family uses AT&T, but I refuse.

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