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SC Gov Mark Sanford, International Man of Adultery

I really just wanted to let this one go, but the story surrounding South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford officially went from weird to crazy yesterday.

For those of you who missed it, a couple of weeks ago Sanford just disappeared. Poof. Like Eddie, from the Cruisers. Incommunicado. Gone gone gone he been gone so long, he been gone gone gone so long.

For four days, Sanford was out. He couldn't be reached by phone, he ditched his security detail, and he took off without telling the Lieutenant Governor to catch the phones while he was gone. He basically just bailed for the weekend, and took the keys to the state with him.

Sanford eventually admitted he had an Argentine lover, and he left the country to be with her. His wife knew, and had known for a while.

Let me be the first to say this. I don't care.

I neither live in South Carolina, nor do I care about the sexual exploits of its Governor. If he wants to fly to Argentina on his day off and get a little international slick-em-up on his hang-em-down, and his wife's okay with that, more power to him. If he wants his official political opinion to be that marriage is between a man, a woman, and another woman from Argentina, I won't stand in his way.

But Sanford got caught, and began apologizing. He apologized to his wife, to his voters, to his colleagues, basically to everyone except the Argentina travel board, who named him "Man of the Year."

After that occurred, we had some big news that in any other situation, would knock him out of the headlines. However, Sanford just kept on talking.

Tuesday, when the rest of the world had forgotten about him, Sanford gave an interview to the Associated Press that made him sound like he had been dosed with truth serum and Nyquil.

To start with, Sanford admitted he had met with his Argentine lover more times than he originally let on. Sanford also said he would reimburse the state for a trade mission to Argentina last year he used for the purpose of, as the kids say, "hooking up."

That seems a little bit suspicious to me. What kind of trade agreements are in place between South Carolina and Argentina? What kind of services are being traded? Other than "hot lovin," I mean.

He said he had "crossed lines" with other women, although never the "ultimate line." Vagueness doesn't help here. I would assume we're talking handsies or mouthsies, or perhaps footsies, depending on what he's into. I shan't judge, whatever it is.

To cap it all off, Sanford said he had met his "soulmate," but he would try and fall back in love with his wife.

Worst. Apology. Ever.

I mean, seriously. Shut up, man. You're killing yourself here. Drink the fifth, then plead it. You're spilling your guts like Sgt. Schultz with a fresh plate of LeBeau's crepes in front of him.

You're not exactly helping yourself with that all-important female demographic here.

blogified by Reid @ 6/30/2009 09:39:00 PM  0 comments links to this post


Irrelevant Tangents

For those of you using Twitter, you can follow me here on Twitter. It's very interesting to see what kind of random businesses try and get my attention on twitter. Here's a clue, unless your motel sends a twitter saying I can come stay for free, I see no conceivable reason to ever befriend a motel on Twitter. Go 'way.

My doctor said I need more fiber in my diet, so today I got my footlong Subway meatball sandwich on wicker.

I was watching "Wipeout" tonight, and they said one of the contestants was being "mercilessly pummeled." Of course they were. What's the point of pummeling someone with mercy? That wouldn't get the point across at all.

After deliberation, I've decided I'm only on the highway to Heck. This one has Cracker Barrels.

I'm taking my daughter to see "Up." Not only do I think it'll be a good movie, but I also feel it's important to expose the youngest generation to the grouchiness of Ed Asner.

A few days ago, a friend of mine just out of the blue said "You know, John F. Kennedy would have been 92 today." I can appreciate his optimism, but I seriously doubt it. Even if hadn't come to Dallas in 1963, he was still a Kennedy. His odds of making it to 92 were pretty slim. They're the Von Erichs of politics.

Management Tip: It's true that when you squeeze a lump of coal, you get a diamond. However, when you squeeze a lump of crap, you just make everything crappy.

Ah, meatballs. So delicious, yet so vague.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of breaths we make our enemies take underwater.

I'm watching that "True Blood" series on HBO. I don't care much for vampires, but I'm a big fan of bad Southern accents.

For my summer project, I'm writing a musical version of "Road House." With songs like "Be Nice...Until It's Time To Not Be Nice" and "I Used To ^$#@ Guys Like You In Prison," I can see it becoming a runaway sensation all over the place. You'll be able to catch it everywhere from Broadway right down to high school dinner theatre in Alabama.

blogified by Reid @ 6/18/2009 12:01:00 AM  1 comments links to this post


The 80's, a la Ragtime

I wish I had taken piano lessons when I was a kid. Even though I learned my music theory primarily on piano and I can pretty much chord along with anything, I just don't have the ability to make my left hand go off and...well, do something like this.



Outstanding.

blogified by Reid @ 6/04/2009 01:13:00 AM  2 comments links to this post


Reid: Inside The Actor's Studio

For your blogging infotainment, today I present The Pivot Questionnaire, better known as the questions James Lipton asks every guest on "Inside the Actor's Studio."

1. What is your favorite word?
"Moist," followed closely by "rigid".

2. What is your least favorite word?
"Sword," when it's pronounced suh-warred. I almost called off something I was greatly looking forward to because a woman pronounced it like that.

3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
Creative thoughts inspire me. Anything that comes at me from a different angle than I was expecting creatively, and makes me question the old ways of doing things.

4. What turns you off creatively?
Free time.

5. What is your favorite curse word?
I have a favorite string of profanities and religious references designed to annoy everyone.

6. What sound or noise do you love?
Drums and percussion. I'm a huge Buddy Rich fan, and I can literally listen to drum solos for hours. I try not to share my percussive dementia with others, don't worry.

7. What sound or noise do you hate?
Loud car stereos from guys with no musical taste.

8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
Comic book writer.

9. What profession would you not like to do?
Sales.

10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at
the Pearly Gates?

"Reid! Good to see you. Help yourself to the temple of ribs and porn."

blogified by Reid @ 6/03/2009 01:15:00 AM  2 comments links to this post