Stone Heads

Something about people in the Northern US makes them like to put strange things on their heads when going to sporting events. First it was cheese heads for the Green Bay Packers. Now it's Stone Heads?! Get your own curling hat. Support your local group. I guess face painters will be next. A little CraZy, but maybe the spectator scene is picking up.

Owen Screws It Up for Everyone

It looks like our movie opportunity has been dealt its final blow. Owen Wilson was one of the key "producers" (what they hell does a producer do anyway?) tied to the project, and with his latest "instability" the financial backers have pulled out of anything he was associated with.

I'm sure it's tough being rich, and famous, and living in a BIG house in the Hollywood hills, with lots of chicks, and dope, and weekly invites to the Playboy Mansion. It's probably difficult to accept your own good fortune, when kids in China can't afford a set of curling stones. But why screw it up for all of us? I know it had been a couple weeks since Kate Hudson called, and listening to the Black Crowes makes you think of her getting back with her ex. I know you needed a little public exposure so others could feel your pain. It's no laughing matter, but how could you be so self-centered? A lot of other people's dreams were counting on you. Couldn't you have just got caught in a bathroom with a male escort or something? Don't you think a suicide attempt was a little over the top? Arrogant Hollyweird bastard.

Curler Turned Model

Now that's what I call a crossover. Hot Swiss curler Carmen Schäfer turns into scary fashion model. We can only hope that she's started snorting coke and dating a musician from Oasis, Hives, Vines, or one of those other forgettable British rock bands. Gotta be good for business. Check out the Carmen Schäfer story here. It's in Swiss, but who cares. You weren't really going to read the text anyway.

Grab My Peri-Peri

A South African curling team ("a" as in the only South African curling team) called the Sub-Zero Sweepers are trying to make their own run at the Olympics. I smell another crappy Disney movie like Cool Runnings. Are these guys for real? Judge for yourself, but I think this has got to be one of those guerrilla marketing campaigns or something. I mean, this person doesn't even look like they have anything to grab. And what the hells is a Nando's or "peri-peri" chicken?!