Zach Galifianakis didn't want his 87-year-old friend to be homeless, so he got her an apartment and has paid her rent ever since. He also brought her to the Monday night LA premiere of "The Hangover: Part III."
Don't get me wrong I've seen what might be called erotic entertainment that I liked. Some of the spectacular topless reviews in Vegas are well done, even Cirque de Soleil can get sexy. If you feel that a night watching pole dancers allows you to consider yourself an authority on the Warsaw ballet, fine, enjoy yourself but don't take a 14-year-old with you. Consenting adults means those over 21. People who are eligible to view entertainment meant for adults only.
Sunday night's lap dance by Nicki Minaj on the Billboard Music Awards is the latest example of networks desperately attempting to be as relevant as cable. Relevant apparently means "sexually provocative". And that doesn't bother me a bit unless you're presenting simulated sex acts to little kids who are watching the show for Justin Bieber, Selena Gomez and Taylor Swift.
Sunday night there was so much crotch grabbing I expected a doctor to walk out on stage and shout "cough". If that's the way dancers are going to perform, put it on cable, attach a cover charge and a two-drink minimum.
If you're looking for a place to go to get some great Dim Sum, look no further than The Great Wall on 35th Ave in Phoenix. I suggest arriving a little early because the line can be long, but boy, is it worth the wait.
The endless carts of food coming by your table will ensure you leave with a full stomach. There are too many delicious things there for me to be able to pick out just one of my favorites, but I do know I cannot wrap my head around those chicken feet!
Location:
3446 W Camelback Rd #155
Phoenix, AZ 85017
602-973-1112
Boy, have I ever been enjoying the Arizona Republic series on the Phoenix Suns.
For all of us this season who were able to identify more of the vendors than anyone on the court -- or in the front office for that matter -- it's a nostalgic ride that reminds us what Phoenix's first major sports franchise has meant to the community.
Not because of championships. They are, in fact, the winningest NBA franchise never to have won a title. Real Suns fans remember that they were in the big show twice.
First in 1976 against the Boston Celtics, which will always be remembered for the three-overtime loss in Beantown. The second in 1993 against Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls, which also remarkably featured a three-overtime game and resulted in another series loss.
But the most memorable event of that series didn't take place on the court. It was when 300,000 people assembled in downtown Phoenix on a 105-degree day to say thank you. I was there that day. Just as I was there in the Coliseum for the first Suns game ever played. I was there when the draft crowd booed the choice of Dan Majerle and the night the first Gorilla showed up to deliver a telegram. And I'll be there when we win our first title. Because, I'm a Phoenix Suns fan.
I sincerely wish "The 700 Club" was listed under TV comedy so that no one would ever take Pat Robertson seriously.
It would be so much easier than getting angry at whatever his latest effort is in the "Stupid Olympics."
By the way, have you heard the latest? A woman was asking Robertson advice on how to handle the heartbreak of an unfaithful husband.
Essentially, his advice to the woman consisted of a very long and accusatory monologue that could be boiled down to simply this: "Shut up. Quit whining and get off your husband's case."
Robertson excused the husband's adulterous behavior by saying, "He's a man. Men tend to wander a little bit."
He then suggested that he probably wouldn't have "wandered" if she had done a better job creating a home that would ward off the temptations of the evil outside world.
In other words, "Woman, fall on your knees... beg your husband for forgiveness and make him a casserole."
This is the same evangelist who blamed gays for the Florida hurricane. Hey, I know. Since Pat Robertson has spent his ministry asking viewers for money… let's all take up a collection to get him to just go away.
At 10:30 Thursday morning, 12 of our neighbors will assemble to decide whether or not they should kill someone.
The someone is Jodi Arias and the 12 citizens make up the jury that is charged with determining her fate. If it were up to you, what would you do?
Now I know that some of you, who have not been in the same room with her, whose only contact with her has been on a wall-mounted flat-screen TV, are quick to say, "Kill the monster." Of course, your words would be that much more convincing if you were holding a torch and marching on a castle. But, why not execute her? She did it. She killed Travis Alexander. And, she did it in a state where capital punishment is allowed.
Why wasn't that a deterrent? Why didn't the fear of execution prevent her from committing the crime? Perhaps, a murderer will take a chance because lethal injection is so humane. Who's afraid of going to sleep? Ah, but if we went back to burning at the stake or disembowelment, that would cause a criminal to stop and think. Now that's what the jury has to do.
Open letter to the IRS: Hi guys! This is Pat and I'd like to be your friend.
I just thought I would take a moment to call your attention to the fact that if you check my record of prompt payments, at no time does the personal information on my returns ever mention the words tea or party, separately or together.
I am now and always have been a coffee drinker, an American beverage, as opposed to any product beverage with Sir Thomas Lipton's limey name attached to it.
As far as your interest in any other kind of party I have had any involvement in, none that I've paid for have ever been used as a business write-off. I sincerely hope that this clarifies any confusion there might have been considering my unflagging support for all you stand for.
I mean, who doesn't like the IRS? On the trust meter, you folks have to be right at the top. After all, if you actually were ordered to play political favorites, why on earth would we want to trust you with our money.
Do you really think there's enough stupid to go around?
Sometimes I honestly believe the only thing that is in unlimited availability is stupid.
In spite of the very early analysis of the tragic Benghazi incident, clearly needing months of scrupulous investigation, a Republican senator from Oklahoma is already talking presidential impeachment -- a position echoed by former Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee.
Republican Sen. John McCain publicly criticized his colleagues' sentiments on the subject, for which he was taken to task.
I can only imagine how the superconservatives will treat one of their own, now that California's Darrell Issa has said that neither the president nor Hillary Clinton are targets of the investigation.
By the way, please never assume that stupid is the exclusive possession of the right.
On his Friday night show, T.V. host and comedian Bill Maher, was abrasively critical of Republican positions on Benghazi calling it a nonissue. When confronted with an opposing view, he changed the subject.
Boy, some of God's creations have not been performing to plan lately. I mean Jodi Arias, the Boston bombers, that kidnapper in Cleveland, the guy whose factory collapsed in Bangladesh killing more than a thousand people.
It's enough to shake one's faith a little. But mine got stronger over the weekend.
I was a house guest in Tubac, south of Tucson, and when I walked out on the covered patio my attention was drawn to a slight movement on one of the branches of a potted desert plant. To my amazement it was the head of a baby hummingbird in a nest the size of a silver dollar. This tiny creature, perhaps an inch long, was clearly waiting anxiously for its mom and lunch. I was in awe. I had never seen anything like this before.
Hummingbirds, so elusive, so fast, just aren't expected to have family that close to us. The second miracle came the next day when the mother came to take her child on its first flight. And it was then that I found out that God looks just like a hummingbird.
Sandra Wilken is a luxury property real-estate agent for many years and told Pat McMahon despite a tough few years recently, the market for high priced homes in Scottsdale and Paradise Valley is improving.
Tuesday night, I was privileged and flattered and yes, I guess I can admit, thrilled to be onstage at the Herberger Theater in the cast of a one-night-only performance of a play called "8."
The script was based almost exclusively on the trial transcript of the court action in California that examined the constitutionality of same-sex marriage. The court wound up approving the union. The voters narrowly turned it down. The debate continues -- hotly.
How coincidental that this play should be staged here the same day that Delaware became the 11th state to allow and recognize same-sex marriage.
The arguments in favor were the same as the play's -- no two people should be restricted from the same full recognition of their relationship as is given to other couples. The arguments against were the same as in California -- that same-sex marriage will destroy a centuries-old institution that is a building block of society.
To that, I say horse pucky. During the vast majority of time mankind has been in existence there was no such thing as marriage. Yet, here we are. There has always been the building block called love. I rest my case.
