Wouldn't a truly vacuous twat, by definition, implode?
Nice. But I'm not sure I get the "I'm half-broke" part. Since the author seems to have all the right "ins" in place, the obvious solution would be to write for the NYT a little less and for places like Travel & Leisure a bit more. If half of one's assignments (let's say a story a month) come from the glossies, the workload described here sounds like $80K-$120K a year to me, depending on the word rate.
I know, I know. I can feel his posthumously donated eyes (look it up!) glaring at me right now.
Oh no! The current cast is the best they had in ages, especially on the cop side; so good that (I'm about to blaspheme now) Jerry Orbach is beginning to look a bit hokey in the reruns.
Good lord, this is unlistenable. I'm still mystified how this man's tossed-off freestyles can be so good and his well-considered, polished, years-in-the-making Actual Product so horrid.
Wow, that article really made me want to see The Joneses, starring David Duchovny, opening Friday.
I worked at the Voice in 1998-1999 and also have warm fuzzy memories of the man, with his bike and his then-ubiquitous Teletubby tote bag. I suspect, though, that we love Musto so much for one simple reason: that he's never made it all that big, strictly speaking. And it's not like he hasn't tried: he almost made it to Queer Eye as the "culture guy" and got callbacks for Tucci's role in The Devil Wears Prada. So we love him like a college band that's still playing clubs after 25 years - not Anvil but, say, Luna - and I wonder if we would if he actually broke out of the local circuit.
It could well be a masterpiece, but there are no parking meters in Moscow.
That one chord change on "$5 Footlong" is like the best part of every Donovan song compressed into half a second.
"Just a mere city?" Dude's an editor?