Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Cha, Cha, Changes

So Rolling Stone is changing its size after a couple of decades looking a certain way. I actually think this is a pretty good idea.

I mean, the current format is a bit cumbersome and harder to read, so why not just make it uniform, allow yourself to print better-quality photos and just lengthen the book to offset any space issues? This actually seems like common sense to me.

I understand that the old format helped the magazine standout, but if something can't stand out because of design and content and needs something trivial like a bigger size, it's something not worth buying anyway. Right?

And so it goes. What else? Well, it seems Marcia Brady did some interesting things after "The Brady Bunch" ended. I guess it would have been helpful for Mike Brady to have been there and said, "You know, Marcia, the thing with being addicted to the cocaine, is that you're going to have to use it all the time, it might make you prostitute yourself or date Michael Jackson. And, Marcia, that's not good for you or anyone else. So when you make those decisions, you're only hurting yourself, and should you want to hurt yourself? Remember these things."

This piece does a nice job summing up my fears about the current ALCS. Basically, the Red Sox need to win tonight. If they don't, I don't have faith that the team can win three in a row with the pitching questions it has. So ... go Tim Wakefield.

And that's about all I've got for today. Have a good one, fine friends.


Anonymous said...

I hear Marcia's ugly descent into coke use was a direct result of trying to deaden the pain of being hit in the nose with that football.

Discuss amongst yourselves...

Pat Ferrucci said...

That is absolutely the reason. There's a video on YouTube of her snorting cocaine, tears streaming down her face, a bowl of oatmeal to one side of her and a Norwegian flag behind her and all she keeps saying is, "Maybe this will fix my nose. Maybe, maybe, maybe, Marcia, Marcia, Marcia."

Anonymous said...

You're not a well person.

sj said...

clearly, coke + tears = spackle for rhinoplasty.

i guess i'll have to catch up on your blog... stupid life getting in the way of my entertainment reading.

Pat Ferrucci said...

Life should be entertainment. I mean, if it's not, what's the point?

Anonymous said...

Marcia was a junkie, Greg hit on his older sister AND his TV mom, and Peter married a certifiable psycho.

Obviously, Alice was slipping something into the pot roast.

Pat Ferrucci said...

Don't forget that Cindy supposedly was in a porno, although that's an urban legend, and Bobby's had plenty of DUI problems.

Anonymous said...

Yep, you're right.
It's the Brady Curse!