"Ah, heh heh heh. Ever hear of a ritual killing? Ah, heh heh heh heh heh," John Candy, "Uncle Buck"
The weather is holding nicely in Austin, and I'm planning to make up for my previous sick as a dog weekend, so before I blow through my work like a chainsaw through butter and then split, let's look at the important stories of the week such as:
Marilyn Monroe starred in a "graphic" film in the 1950s performing oral sex on an unidentified man, according to a memorabilia collector who says he brokered the recent sale of the film for $1.5 million to a New York businessman who vows to keep it private.
Keya Morgan says the silent, 15-minute, black-and-white, 16 millimeter film was shockingly erotic. "It is graphic," Morgan The Early Show Tuesday. "I was obviously shocked when I saw it." 
Morgan was obviously so shocked that he immediately put it on the market and alerted every media outlet in the country.
Britney Spears was declared sober during her minor fender bender last week as police reported that the pop star passed an alcohol breath test.
Cops said they followed normal procedures when they asked Brit to take a sobriety test after her Mercedes rear-ended another car in stop-and-go traffic on a suburban highway.
A police spokesman later added that the main surprise was that Spears was giving rather than receiving a rear-ending. Ouch. That was far too obvious.
Speaking of deviant sexual issues, a former nanny for Rob Lowe claims the actor sexually abused her for years, but she continued to work for him and his wife because she loved their two sons and needed the job.
In legal papers filed in Santa Barbara, Jessica Gibson says Lowe touched her inappropriately several times between September 2005 and January 2008.
"I always thought it would be different when I went back, but it was not," Gibson said in the lawsuit. "I stayed as long as I did because of the children and because I needed a job."
I'm just waiting for the NannyCam videos to hit the Internet to prove this one way or the other as I hope that Lowe has updated his recording methods since his last cinematic sexual tryst.
Actor Wesley Snipes should serve a maximum three-year prison term and pay a $5 million fine for failing to file his income taxes, U.S. prosecutors recommended in a tax-season court filing.
Prosecutors accused Snipes of years of "brazen defiance" of U.S. tax laws aimed at cheating the government of $41 million, U.S. Attorneys wrote in a court document.
Despite the recommendation, I'm not convinced that Snipes will serve any jail time because if his film - "Passenger 57" - taught us anything, it's to "always bet on black."
Ashlee Simpson is allegedly pregnant and plans to get married next month at a private residence in Southern California, a source close to her family tells PEOPLE.
Simpson, 23, is engaged to Fall Out Boy bassist Pete Wentz, 28, who initially blasted the baby rumors as a "witch hunt." 
Simpson repeatedly attempted to join the witch hunt because "it sounded fun" until the term was fully explained to her.
Police are asking for a misdemeanor child endangerment charge against Bon Jovi guitarist Richie Sambora following his drunken driving arrest in Laguna Beach, Calif., last month.
The 48-year-old musician was stopped after a police officer saw Sambora's black Hummer weaving in traffic, and was arrested after failing a field sobriety test.
The authorities decided to file the additional charges after the children told them that Sambora was driving while making them listen to "Wanted Dead or Alive" on an endless loop.
Let's end far away from any police involvement, and focus on a gold image like this: 
It's often worthwhile to unravel tightly-wound strings, so finish what you start today, maintain a firm hand until you accomplish your goals and . . . Happy Friday!
-BDS
Since I am still on the mend from sickness, and swamped at work, I decided to answer a tag or two and use this MeMe which has been floating around lately.
You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
1. Where is your mobile phone? Pocket.
2. Your significant other? Special.
3. Your hair? Thick.
4. Your mother? Shopping.
5. Your father? Library.
6. Your favorite thing? Beach.
7. Your dream last night? Moose.
8. Your favorite drink? Pints
9. Your dream/goal? Movie.
10. The room you’re in? Office.
11. Your ex? Chocolate.
12. Your fear? Snakes.
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Laughing.
14. Where were you last night? Bed.
15. What you’re not? Jealous.
16. Muffins? Often.
17. One of your wish list items? R8.
18. Where you grew up? Plano.
19. The last thing you did? Email.
20. What are you wearing? Sharp.
21. Your TV? Plasma.
22. Your pets? None.
23. Your computer? Powerful.
24. Your life? Motion.
25. Your mood? Optimistic.
26. Missing someone? No.
27. Your car? Enjoyable. 
28. Something you’re not wearing? Underwear.
29. Favorite Store? Hugo.
30. Your summer? Brutal.
31. Like someone? Many.
32. Your favorite color? Blue.
33. When is the last time you laughed? Morning.
34. Last time you cried? Funeral.
35. Who will/would re-post this? Plethora.
Anyone is welcome to this one.
-BDS
I jinxed myself on Friday when I wrote about seizing the day and enjoying the weather because I became sick as a dog after writing those words and only now feel vaguely human again. 
Few things in life can lay you quite as low as sickness. It had been at least a year since I'd even had a cold, so it started out as shock then progressed to anger before moving onto acceptance and finally back to anger as the weekend stretched out in all its glory. Unfortunately, I viewed it from my bed or the downstairs couch while reading books and magazines and alternately watching the Masters on television. 
Women handle being sick far better than men in my experience. I think this is an admirable quality because I feel myself regress almost immediately upon contracting a virus. Suddenly, I turn from a fiercely independent person who rarely asks for anything into a wretched creature devoid of the ability to function on a basic human level. 
It's a pitiful state of affairs. It's even worse when you know it's happening yet feel powerless to stop it.
Things reached a breaking point by Sunday. At that stage, I had lost all ability to handle life's miniscule setbacks, which frequently happens when I get sick as every little thing further validated my view that the universe was against me.
List of things which were against me:
1) The remote control was on the other side of the coffee table
2) The wind blew a plant over on my balcony
3) I only had a $50 bill and nothing smaller
4) The Vietnamese food I ordered was 10 minutes late
5) They forgot my egg roll
6) My hot water in the bath was too hot
7) A bird was chirping rhythmically outside my window
8) The rhythm somehow corresponded to that silly song "867-5309" and I got that stuck in head for hours
9) I needed to shave, and was out of razors
This was a small sampling of a larger problem. I'm just glad that the worst is behind me, and so is my wife who was forced to deal with the fallout.
At least the weather is still nice.
-BDS
Worth Full-Price, Matinee or Rental: Matinee or rental. This is a solid, well-acted story that is a fine way to spend a few hours. It would make an even better rental as "Smart People" would lose next to nothing in the translation to the small screen.
Will I Own It On DVD: No. But I would watch it one more time when it comes on HBO/Cinemax/Showtime. 
1) It's easy to compare "Smart People" to "Sideways" as both films feature socially-awkward academics who are trying to get books published, both have Thomas Hayden Church as a fun-loving hedonist, and both have romantic issues. And while "Smart People" isn't up to the caliber of "Sideways," the wry comedy is still a worthwhile endeavor.
2) The casting for the film helped immensely as the ensemble of Dennis Quaid, Sarah Jessica Parker, Ellen Page and Church was an interesting one. There wasn't a weak link in the bunch. 
3) Quaid lets himself go for his role as he sports a frequently rumpled look complete with an academic pot belly and world-weary shuffle. To his credit, he doesn't reverse his misanthropic, slightly pompous attitude during the course of the film as the story is about small changes.
4) The subplot involving Page and Church was a bit of a stretch, although both actors perform well enough to pull it off. Church could play the arrested adolescent role in his sleep and still be entertaining. Page follows "Juno" with another teen role that she performs flawlessly as a lonely, overachieving student who gets excited by a tax write-off forms from Goodwill donations. 
5) I realize that male nudity occurs far less frequently than female, however, it's starting to crop up more often and is starting to feel lazy. I suppose that one shot of Church's naked ass in red long johns is fine for an easy chuckle, but two is just overkill. It's a law of diminishing returns.
Overall, "Smart People" is a literate, if slightly frosty comedy about people struggling with life. It's rarely laugh out loud funny, however, the cast elevates the material to a solid level that is worth watching if the mood strikes you.
-BDS
"I'll be taking these Huggies and whatever cash ya got," - Nicolas Cage, "Raising Arizona"
I'll be taking off early today as the sun is shining in Austin, it's about 80 degrees and as soon as I can finish my work, then the weekend is mine. So, let's knock out the hard-hitting stories of the week such as:
Nicolas Cage has accepted a public apology from his “Peggy Sue Got Married” co-star Kathleen Turner, after suing the actress for allegedly making false claims about him in her autobiography, “Send Yourself Roses: Thoughts on My Life, Love, and Leading Roles.”
Turner claimed that Cage was arrested twice while they were filming “Peggy Sue” for drunken driving, and once stole a dog because he liked it.
“He’d come across a Chihuahua he liked and stuck it in his jacket,” she wrote in her book. 
Although Turner made amends with Cage, she refused to apologize for her role in "Undercover Blues" and for making everyone uncomfortable during her book tour by claiming she hadn't had sex in years.
A man who says he worked as a bodyguard for Lindsay Lohan has sued the actress and her company, claiming he is owed more than $55,000 in unpaid wages.
David Kim filed a lawsuit Monday in Superior Court, and claimed breach of oral contract and violation of four California labor codes, in addition to fraud and infliction of emotional distress. The lawsuit claimed Kim was hired from October 2006 until March 2007 by Lohan, 21, and her agents or employees based on "various oral representations and text messages."
Strangely enough, Lohan paid most of her bodyguards in "Oral representations" versus actual money, so the lawsuit doesn't seem particularly valid to me.
Ashlee Simpson has announced that she's engaged to Pete Wentz, whom she has been romantically linked to since 2006.
"We know there has been a lot of speculation recently about Pete and I, and we wanted our fans to be the first to know, because you guys are the best," Simpson said in the statement. "Yes, we are thrilled to share that we are happily engaged. Thank you for all of your support and well wishes - it means the world to us. We consider this to be a very private matter, but we wanted you to hear it straight from us."
Privately, Joe Simpson wept at losing another daughter to marriage - especially after all the money he poured into plastic surgery.
The life and times of Pamela Anderson, the thrice-married former Playboy model and "Baywatch" star, will be featured in a new documentary-style show on E! television, the network said on Monday.
The show, "Pamela," is set to air on the U.S. cable TV network in the summer months and will "in the style of a uniquely shot documentary film," Randy Barbato, managing director of World of Wonder Productions, said in a statement.
The best documentary on Anderson I ever saw involved Tommy Lee, a boat and a lot of piss-poor grammar.
Rob Lowe and his wife are suing their former nanny, claiming she told secrets and lies about their family.
The complaint filed Monday in a Los Angeles Superior Court asks for at least $1,000,000 in damages and charges Laura Boyce with violating a confidentiality agreement, defamation and infliction of emotional distress on the former "West Wing" star; his wife, Sheryl; and their two sons.
My main question is how much money did Lowe pay his nanny if he truly believes she can afford a million dollars in damages?
Daniel Radcliffe, the star of the "Harry Potter" movies, will make his Broadway debut on Sept. 5, playing the disturbed stable boy in a revival of Peter Shaffer's play, "Equus."
Radcliffe, 18, earned rave reviews for his performance in the London production of the Tony Award-winning play as well as loads of media attention for appearing naked onstage.
I guess you can take the boy away from Harry Potter, but you can't stop him from waving his wand around, eh?
Oscar winning actor Sean Penn and his wife actress Robin Wright Penn have withdrawn their divorce petition filed in December, a court document posted on celebrity Web site TMZ.com showed on Wednesday.
The request to dismiss the divorce, filed one day earlier in Superior Court of California in Marin County north of San Francisco, shows the withdrawal was made "without prejudice."
Apparently, their divorce didn't work out, so they're getting back together.
Let's continue that redemptive note, and end with a stellar image like: 
I could use a long walk on the beach, although I might jog a bit if she was sharing the same sand. So, get your heart rate up today, let your hair down and . . . Happy Friday!
-BDS
It's official - the New Year's Resolution crowd has forsaken my gym once again in their annual rite of spring passage. 
This departure is regular as clockwork, a flight that make me happy because I loathe crowded gyms, lines for equipment and male nudity in the locker rooms. Obviously, you can never fully get away from the last one, however, when the population density is at peak season, there is nowhere to turn without swinging appendages and hair running amok. 
{Editor's Note: This never happens inside actual locker rooms."}
It can also lead to uncomfortable exchanges like the one I had a few weeks ago:
Naked, Hairy Man: "How often do you work out?"
Me (wearing towel): "As often as I can."
Naked, Hairy Man: "I can tell. What should I do about this?" (Grabs his ample belly)
Me (wearing towel): "Keep working out. Diet's also pretty important." (Start walking towards shower)
Naked, Hairy Man: "So no Cheesesteaks for lunch everyday I guess."
Me: "Maybe not every singe day." 
I admire the fresh expectations set every January, and am generally encouraging about anyone starting a fitness program - I just want them to exercise at a time when I'm not there. This is not a trivial matter for me as I hit the gym every weekday at 6:45 a.m.
At that time of day, I have only had 1 cup of coffee and don't want to talk to anyone except my Ipod, a stance that often gets ignored with this mass influx of people who seem to enjoy performing one set of an exercise and then want to stand and chat about it for 5 minutes.
But these minor issues are now finished. The thinning crowds started in March, and have reverted back to the regulars by now. Although I understand the cycle, the timing still seems strange to me because January and February have to be the least motivating months to start working out.
The weather is putrid. You're still wearing baggy clothes with multiple layers and the beach is a pipedream. Then, when the weather starts to actually warm up in March and April, the cycle is finished and drop-offs increase just as people start wearing less clothing. It seems ass-backwards to me.
In theory, the best case would be to start the program in March and then quit in the summer. Then, by the time your body caught up to the lack of exercise, it would be nearly fall and the clothes start piling on once again which would hide the lack of effort.
Oh well, this cycle is simply another force that I don't understand like the one which causes the dryer to lose my socks or why bad things tend to come in threes. That being said, I'm simply content to shower in a locker room where I can roam freely without watching every single step.
-BDS
{This is the fourth in an occasional series documenting some of the horrendous CD choices that I've made over the years with attempts to put into context/explain the rationale behind such purchases.
I have nearly 500 CDs, which is by no means massive, and although I've weeded my collection down over the years, there still lurks many albums that have survived for various reasons - little of which involves actual musical talent.}
Artist: Kid Rock
Album: The History of Rock
Times Played Since 2000: 4
At one point in time, Kid Rock's "Devil Without A Cause" was a fairly decent party album, and it was because of that project that I chose to purchase "The History of Rock" many years ago. 
This was a classic mistake. Buying a hastily-released, follow-up album is the bread and butter of used CD stores. These albums are typically brutal efforts by artists and record labels to milk money from the public while supplying inferior products.
"History of Rock" certainly falls into this category, and although the bar was set pretty low from the outset, it still managed to exceed those expectations. Most tracks felt like studio outtakes that should never have seen the light of day. Others were just lazy boasting with slow rhythms backing the vocals. 
At the very least, I figured that my purchase would yield several tracks to provide solid workout music for my Ipod, however, even the best song on the album, "American Badass," made me laugh out loud towards the end. It was entirely due to the lyrics as I found it impossible to sing along with:
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said fuck high school, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, Check my hits
I know it stinks in here, cause I'm the Shit
"I know it stinks in here, cause I'm the Shit" - that is hilarious except I'm not sure that Rock is in on the joke.
In the case of the album, however, the joke was entirely on me and it's still a mystery as to why it remains in my collection as there is a plethora of used CD stores in Austin.
-BDS
{The workplace is a jungle filled with jackals, wineheads and bosses with mouths like a crocodile. There are also decent people, but I'm starting to question the percentages. This is the seventh in a series of corporate encounters which offer no easy resolutions.}
It was 4:52 p.m. on Friday, and my first drink had just arrived when my Blackberry went crazy. 
My wife, brother and other assorted friends were en route to a downtown bar for Happy Hour, however, my spirits were already sinking as I read the email from my boss declaring an "Emergency Conference Call" at 5 p.m. Absolutely nothing positive is announced that late on a Friday, a fact that filled me with trepidation as I began to envision elaborately awful scenarios.
I finished my drink, and stepped outside on the patio to dial into the conference bridge where musak greeted me and made me want to punch someone.
At 5:03 p.m., my boss started the call five minutes of blather, thanking us for our time and yet telling us nothing about why we were forced to have this call. I figured that the company had been sold or my boss had quit/been fired, our department was being eliminated or some disgruntled employee had burned the place to the ground.
I just knew that something monumental must have occurred that would dramatically affect my weekend, and possibly my future.
Then, my boss simply announced that a Vice President from another department had been fired. He called the meeting to get ahead of the "office grapevine," so we were informed with accurate information. Whew. 
I was relieved, then angry as the call went for another 15 minutes filled with platitudes and kind words for our departing colleague, a person I did know and felt sorry for their situation, however, the firing information was far from vitally important to my everyday world. Calling an "Emergency Conference Call" on a Friday afternoon should be reserved for impending disaster-type scenarios that simply cannot be kept internal.
Otherwise, hold that shit until Monday because the only Happy Hour scares I need concern an empty glass. 
-BDS
"Sometimes I got so bored of trying to touch her breast that I would try to touch her between her legs. It was like trying to borrow a dollar, getting turned down, and asking for 50 grand instead." - John Cusack, "High Fidelity"
I plan to ask for no money today, although I might just earn some before I slip out of the office and into the weekend. But before I address my stack of projects, let's tackle some important stories such as:
Donald Trump wants Ashley Alexander Dupre - the high-priced escort who took down Eliot Spitzer - to join the cast of his new MTV reality show.
Sources say The Donald thinks the Dupre would be perfect for the My Fair Lady-style reality show, which is based on the U.K. show called "Ladette to Lady," and will tackle a group of 15 hard-partying young women and send them off to a boarding school where they will be taught how to become more ladylike.
I hate to even think of what Trump will do for a casting call with Dupre, although I'm sure he afford the $4,300 meeting.
Jessica Simpson was released from the hospital this week after being treated for a "minor kidney infection" at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.
The "minor kidney infection" is also known as "Chlamydia" in certain medical circles.
New Kids On The Block announced they are reuniting, and plan to release a new album and go on tour. The reunion comes 20 years after the release of the group's multi-platinum album, "Hanging Tough." 
The only difference is the band has been re-named "Old Men Desperate For Cash," but I think it still boasts a certain appeal.
A woman who was ordered to stay away from John Cusack was arrested on suspicion of stalking the actor and violating a restraining order.
Emily Leatherman was taken into custody Sunday after Los Angeles County sheriff's deputies were called to Cusack's neighborhood, where a cab driver reported that a passenger didn't have enough money to pay for the ride to get there, sheriff's spokesman Steve Whitmore said Monday.
"He (Cusack) told them he recognized the woman in the cab and that she had been stalking him," Whitmore said.
It was unclear from the reports whether Leatherman stood outside Cusack's gate wearing a trench coat and sporting a boom box playing "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel - but I wouldn't bet against it.
Woody Allen on Monday sued American Apparel Inc claiming the U.S. clothing company used his image in advertising on billboards and the Internet without his consent.
The ads show Allen dressed as a rabbi according to the suit, filed in U.S. District Court in Manhattan. Allen said he was neither contacted by the company nor compensated for the use of his image and is asking for damages in excess of $10 million.
"Allen does not engage in the commercial endorsement of products or services in the United States," according to the lawsuit.
Based on his history, however, Allen obviously endorses things from Asia.
After retiring as Regis' sidekick eight years ago, Kathie Lee Gifford announced her return to television this week as the co-anchor for the fourth hour of NBC's Today Show.
"I am truly honored to join the Today Show family, many of whom have been friends and colleagues of mine for years," Gifford said in a statement. "And I'm especially looking forward to working with Hoda, a bright and beautiful woman I admire very much. Together I hope we will bring a fresh and fun perspective to the topics that affect all of our daily lives."
I'm sure a distinct lack of money has been affecting Gifford's daily life since she has been virtually unemployed for the past seven years.
Jay-Z obtained a marriage license this week fueling speculation that he might marry Beyonce in the next few months, according to People magazine.
A source said the couple received the license, which is valid for 60 days, Tuesday morning. Knowles, 26, and Carter, 38, have been dating since 2002, but have been reluctant to discuss their relationship publicly.
The marriage was postponed for years due to fighting about which of their songs the couple will use for their first dance following the nuptials. Jay Z's "99 Problems (But a Bitch Ain't One)" finally triumphed over "Crazy in Love."
Jay Leno apologized Tuesday for asking actor Ryan Phillippe to give him his "gayest look" during his late-night show last week.
"In talking about Ryan's first role, I realize that what I said came out wrong. I certainly didn't mean any malice. I agree it was a dumb thing to say, and I apologize," Leno said in a statement.
Philippe also apologized for having so many to choose from that he refused to play along with Leno's trick.
As always, let's end with a gold image like: 
I suddenly feel like stretching out on a couch for hours and hours. So, watch out for bumps in the road today, don't fret about plowing ahead through any rough patches and . . . Happy Friday!
-BDS
{This is the Twelfth in a recurring series which will explore the brutally complex concept of monogomy in increasingly outlandish scenarios. We hope these will be illuminating what-if scenarios, and that they will cultivate some intense philosophical discussions around what, if anything, really constitutes cheating.}
Is It Really Cheating If:
Your wife/fiancé/girlfriend has slipped on liquid pomade, fallen down the stairs and twisted her back which puts her in the hospital. 
She is in gut-wrenching pain, a condition which causes the doctors to place her on a steady stream of painkillers and morphine. This potent combination keeps her distanced from reality for several days as you vigilantly visit her in the hospital.
One night while you are watching her doze from the medication, an attractive blonde nurse comes into the room to give her a sponge bath. 
"Do you want to watch?" the nurse asks you.
Of course.
You comment on the nurse's fine attention to detail as she scrubs your wife/fiancé/girlfriend into a state of cleanliness that seems unparalleled in your mind. The nurse watches you for long periods as this occurs, and as she finishes the job, she confides that she could persuade the doctor to give your wife/fiancé/girlfriend expensive treatment that is guaranteed to speed her recovery for a fraction of the cost - if she can give you a sponge bath as well. 
You glance at your wife/fiancé/girlfriend who sleeps on the bed. Her pain is still evident, so you quickly shed your clothes and have every inch of your body rubbed down with the thoroughness of a shoe-shine attendant and the tenderness of a fine butcher.
The next day, the doctor applies his treatment to your wife/fiancé/girlfriend, and within another day, she is out of the hospital and feeling better with only the hazy memory of you lying buck naked in her room, a recollection you blame on the drugs.
So, to help expedite her recovery, and given your own predilection for exquisite hygiene as well as the fact that she doesn't recall the incident . . . Is it really cheating?
-BDS
{The workplace is a jungle filled with jackals, wineheads and bosses with mouths like a crocodile. There are also decent people, but I'm starting to question the percentages. This is the sixth in a series of corporate encounters which offer no easy resolutions.}
It takes a peculiar kind of person to berate an entire department on Friday afternoon, and then leave for a week-long Hawaiian vacation the following Monday.
But it happened this past week as my Vice President called an impromptu meeting at 3:00 p.m. The conference call was mandatory. The timing brutal. Typically, if I'm still in the office past mid-afternoon on a Friday when the sun is shining, then something has gone horribly awry.
Something was rotten in Denmark, and apparently, it was rested largely on our shoulders. Thankfully, the call was brief, but the point driven home time and again was that we had let the company down, we had let ourselves down and quite possibly the nation as a whole.
We were thin-skinned, yet too thick in the head to do our jobs with the diligent detail necessary to conquer our competitors and bolster the valuation prospects of our own company.
We were scum. Lazy ingrates without the ambition to unzip our flys before pissing all over the company, and more importantly, the Board of Investors. 
Veiled threats were uttered. Jobs called into question. Many a suggestion included "looking ourselves in the mirror" each day, a stance that I was unsure whether it would solve motivational issues or if the staff simply had a distinct lack of personal style or hygiene. I felt confident in the latter category.
All this vitriol was coming from a guy who was about to be sitting on a beach in Waikiki the next week, slathering on suntain oil and sipping boat drinks. Nice timing, eh? 
I knew all this during the call, and that's where my focus stayed as he ranted on topics of ineptness and sloth. If I had the ability to throw my voice like that guy from the "Police Academy" movies, I would have chimed in with a "You all packed for Hawaii," however, my ability to do voices/accents is embarrassing and I also don't look highly on getting fired or quitting one job before you have another lined up.
So, once the call ended at 3:21 p.m., I left the office and met some friends downtown for happy hour. But I did look in every mirror I could find on the journey and I liked what I saw.
{Editor's Note: I do realize that leaving the office vaguely justifies the general complaints of laziness, however, I have done just fine so far this year.}
-BDS
