Walt Fruttinger on Health Care Reform

Now I know what you’re thinking. What about the shelter animals? Won’t the ambitious folks amongst us start claiming them and—with one eye on our laptop screens, and another on our new standard poodle—performing unnecessary appendectomies and tracheotomies on them, just to get our chops in the medical arena?

Will Anyone Help Jayson Williams?

Sooner or later I guess every New Yorker or possibly every person living in North America will have their "I saw Jayson Williams and he was TRASHED!!!!" story. Mine happened tonight. On Front Street underneath the Brooklyn Bridge in Manhattan. I was coming out of Cowgirl Seahorse with my wife and kids after carving pumpkins. A tall guy in a big, loose coat shuffles past. I'm pretty sure it's him. It's about 7:30. He's kinda wasted. He turns the corner. I have my kid yell "Hey, Jayson." Yup. It's him. Jayson is on his cellphone. He turns, smiles and staggers back. He likes the pumpkin. He tells us he is going to get his kids. Uptown. He's animated, happy and, well, also just kinda totaled. By life. The guy is clearly carrying around some heavy baggage.

Ever since Jayson blew that middle-aged greek or russian limo driver, Costas "Gus" Christofi, away, by "accident," I've been kinda pissed at him. It was such a crummy, moronic turn of events, pulled off by an entitled jock douche who should have known better. Almost 8 years have gone by. He'll be retried in January...if he is still alive. It would be corny if I was being dramatic, but Jayson's basically a walking Shakespearean character at this point. The dude is paying for what he did. He is in pain. I feel bad for the guy who lost his life, but this is no way for Jayson Williams to go out. I don't know who is in his corner. I don't know if he deserves to have someone in his corner. But this is sad.

image stolen from the NJ Star Ledger

Now this seems crazy

AERIAL BOW FISHING

As Seen Today Downtown

new will ferrell/adam mckay thing

Kato Kaelin returns to 1994 in VICE

Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain

Bob Nastanovich (and me) travels back to 1994 to talk about Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain for VICE's "lost" 15 year issue.

Jesus, What a Moron

Some choad named Kyle Slavin's open letter to Ron Artest This is the kind of shit that makes players go into the stands, Kyle. originally seen at Deadspin

TECH TALK

MAKE YOUR OWN STAR WARS

SORRY. LATE TO THE DANCE ON THIS ONE, BUT IT IS GOOD.

REUNIONS (bands)

We want it to be the way we always pictured it in our heads. All concerts are rituals, reunion concerts more than most; we want the details to be right, even if we can’t explain why they matter.

Burning Favre Jerseys

In response to some of the negative publicity and concerns from the Eau Claire Fire Department, it has been determined that one jersey will be burned and the remainder of the articles turned in will be donated to Goodwill. Every item turned in for the burn still will result in $10 being donated to Wisconsin Alliance for Fire Safety. Kolk wants the money to go to the alliance's summer camp for youth burn victims in East Troy.

tasteful.