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DUmmie FUnnies 03-27-07 (William Rivers Pitt Invites Kevin Spacey To His Apartment)
DUmmie FUnnies ^ | March 27, 2007 | William Rivers Pitt and PJ-Comix

Posted on 03/27/2007 5:54:31 PM PDT by PJ-Comix

You read that right. Pied Piper Pitt actually did invite Kevin Spacey quite urgently over to his apartment. Actually this story began two weeks ago as you can see in this Pitt THREAD when Kevin Spacey walked into Bukowski's and in the midst of a Pitt lecture about he wasn't awed by celebrity, he engaged in celebrity worship of the most blatant sort. In the second ENCOUNTER with Spacey in the same bar, Pitt dispensed with whatever fictitious non-chalance he pretended to have the first time and BEGGED Spacey to visit his simple abode. So let us now watch Pied Piper Pitt invite Kevin Spacey to his Trust Fund Pad in Bolshevik Red while the commentary of your humble correspondent, wondering if Pitt extended the same invite to George Michael as well, is in the [brackets]:

So I was drinking a beer with Keyser Soze tonight...(yeah, seriously)

[This is the first of the two celebrity worship threads posted by Pied Piper Pitt.]

I've been beat tired all day, and had to drag myself along through a seven-hour blizzard of errands, driving, waiting, errands, driving, waiting, lather, rinse, repeat. I finally got home around 7pm, planning to do little more than sprawl on the couch and watch something vapid on the tube.

[But then you felt Bukowski's calling.]

But in a space of about 45 minutes, I got two phone calls, both bearing very good news from and for two very good friends. My batteries had a little charge left thanks to that, so I decided to head down to my bar for a mug and a few pages of the Lincoln biography I'm reading.

[ANY excuse to go to Bukowski's. Global Warming about to end the world? Must go to Bukowski's to go out in style. Nothing at all happening? Must go to Bukowski's to fight the boredom. No matter what the mood, Bukowski's is the answer for everything Pitt.]

The place was Monday-night dead, just the bouncer and the bartender dealing with maybe three customers besides me. Perfect. Ipswich Ale in the mug, and the chapter about Lincoln's early attempts to deal with Douglas open before me.

[Was that Ty the Bouncer who so willingly plays the clueless Lenny to your oh-so-wise George?]

A little while passed, and then the door opened. A clot of maybe seven people come in, well dressed folks who pretty clearly were fairly far into their cups. The poured into the stools maybe ten feet from me. One of them, a guy wearing a simple hat and brown coat, sits by the tap racks and turns his face towards me while talking to his friend.

[Love is a Many Slendored Thing,
It Happens Each and Every Spring!]

I looked. Looked again. Third time. Damned if that isn't Kevin Spacey, I thought.

[And Will's heart went Pitter Patter.]

It was. I guess he's making a movie in town, and he just happened to stagger (pretty much literally, homeboy was tight) into my wee little bar beneath the parking garage.

[Come Hither my Kevin and stagger into my wee little bar.]

Keyser f*ckin' Soze. Right there.

[GASP! A real celeb right here in my beloved Bukowski's! Heart be still!!!]

Now, I'm the place where celebrity worship goes to die, for the most part. Meeting Muhammad Ali when I was a kid, and meeting Arthur Schlesinger a few years ago, stand waaaay out among a whole pile of actors, politicians and randomly famous folks I've come across.

[Pitt now goes to very unconvincing pains to convince us that he doesn't worship celebrity while drooling over Kevin Spacey.]

Spacey doesn't rate with Ali or Schlesinger, of course, but I have to admit being more than a little bug-eyed as I watched him wrestle with a glass of Duvel. 'American Beauty' had a huge impact on me, something movies usually don't do, and 'The Usual Suspects' is in the pantheon of all-time amazing films.

[After that momentary resistance that was all pretend, Pitt falls head over heels ga-ga in his celeb worship of Spacey.]

And yeah, here was Keyser f*ckin' Soze.

[WOO HOO! I have sighted a real HONEST TO GOD CELEB!!!]

So I did the total cheese move, of course. I walked over, tapped his shoulder, welcomed him to the bar, told him I really admired his work, and toasted him. He smiled somewhat blearily but with genuine friendliness, toasted back, we drank, I said goodnight, and shuffled back to my stool. About 20 minutes later, he and the group reeled off into the night.

[So I did a totally cheesey move, of course. I walked over and and...TOUCHED HIM!!! OMG he SMILED AT ME!!! And then he walked out of my life forever...almost.]

The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist. Well, he does exist, because I tipped a beer with him in my bar tonight. Keyser f*ckin' Soze.

[ME! Little ME!!! And Kevin Spacey actually breathed on ME!!! OMG, I'm gonna faint!]

Funny aside: the doorman recognized Spacey immediately when he and his crew first rolled up to the door, and likewise recognized that they were all fairly sauced. He told me later that he really wanted to tell Spacey he was too drunk to come in.

[If you're quoting Ty the Bouncer, why don't you give us half a book of EXACT quotes from him like you did last year?]

"Really?" I asked.

[How dare you not grovel in his presence!]

F*ck yeah," he replied. "I'd get to tell people I bounced Keyser f*ckin' Soze."

[And so ends Part I of Pitt's celeb worship story. Now on to PART II in which Pitt actually hits on Kevin Spacey...]

The Powers That Be

[Fated that I should encounter Kevin Spacey again.]

There were maybe three of us at the bar a couple of Tuesdays ago, one of those quiet past-midnight midweek nights when most people are safely indoors, when the wind blowing around the buildings seemed loud because the sidewalks were so silent, and one last winter snowstorm made even the tire buzz of the cabs on Boylston Street sound like it was coming from miles away. This low whisper of a Tuesday night found me and two regulars trying to keep the bored bartenders from lighting themselves on fire just so they'd have something to do besides stare at us over the taps.

[This is Pied Piper Pitt desperately trying to do a Raymond Chandler impression. I can even cite the Chandler story that Pitt is pathetically trying to emulate, Red Wind. Sorry, Pitt, but your Chandler wannabee impression comes off as HILARIOUS in its desperation to sound like him.]

The door blew open suddenly and a swarm of seven loud boozers, nicely tarnished at the end of what had pretty clearly been a long night, came boiling in. Six of them were doing everything they could to make sure we knew they were there, but the seventh fellow in the brown scally cap held the group's center in smiling silence, like an atom at the core of boisterously inebriated electrons. He sat down four stools away from me, ordered a beer, and proceeded to go to work on it like a military school freshman eating dinner in the cafeteria, all right angles and serious business.

[Six loud boozers and in the middle of them, my heart palpitations were set off by the one quiet one who is the light of my life. PITTER! PATTER!]

I looked over the group before really focusing on the fellow in the cap. And then looked again, and then looked a third time, staring long and hard to make sure I wasn't imagining things. I wasn't. Here, at my bar and almost within arm's reach, was actor Kevin Spacey, who is apparently in town making a movie about those MIT guys who beat Vegas. Here was Lester Burnham, here was John Doe by choice, here was one of the few screen performers who can make me forget about my overarching disdain for celebrity worship and transform me into a starstruck goober.

[I looked over the group before really focusing on the fellow in the cap. And then looked again, and then looked a third time, staring long and hard into his zipper in throes of hypnotic rapture. Here, at my bar and almost within arm's reach was my beloved, who is apparently in town making a movie. I forgot my overarching disdain for celebrity worship and was transformed into a starstruck Spacey groupie.]

Here was Keyser freakin' Soze getting his drink on ten feet away from me, 'Verbal' Kint from "The Usual Suspects," the man with the plan, one cigarette lighter (gold), one watch (gold), the man who asked the question: how do you shoot the Devil in the back? What if you miss?

[TAKE ME! I'M YOURS!!!]

It was a treat. He walked in again the following Saturday, accompanied by an even larger crew, and my friends and I came within an eyelash of convincing him to swing by my apartment for a few after-hours Newcastles. Our sales pitch was foiled by his entourage, however, who were apparently too impressed with themselves to stoop to such meager entertainment opportunities and wound up talking him out of the trip. They seemed a little like pilot fish over-enjoying the ego rush that comes with swimming alongside a shark, but no matter. Spacey, for the record, struck me as a perfectly nice, unassuming guy during our relatively brief interactions.

[This time I did't even try to play coy. I invited him over my apartment for some really fruity cocktails. Alas it was not to be. Even he was revolted with the sickly fishbelly white pallor covering my entire body.]

The rest of that week had all the regulars cracking off Soze jokes with a will, once word got out that he had passed through our insular little clubhouse. Brendan the doorman, as usual, deployed the best line of all. "I could tell he was pretty loaded when he first showed up," said Brendan, "and I really wanted to tell him he was too drunk to come inside." The rest of us, already sensing this joke's payoff looming over the horizon, asked him why he'd bounce Kevin Spacey. "Are you kidding?" he replied. "I wanted to do it so I could tell all my friends I bounced Keyser freakin' Soze."

[Brendan? What happened to Ty? Come to think of it what happened to any WOMEN in Bukowski's. In all of Pitt's mentions of Bukowski's I never hear about any WOMEN there (with the exception of Cindy Sheehan).]

The random appearance of this actor I greatly admire ended up, some days later, dovetailing into the crushing writer's block I've been wrestling with since February. A shroud of cynical semi-paralysis had been wrapping itself around me every time I even thought about dealing with my keyboard, a what's-the-point fatalism I haven't had to cope with for years. Not being able to write is a lot like not being able to sleep; my mind couldn't take out the garbage, and the whole house started to stink.

[You've had writer's block since February? Hmmm... That dovetails with the warning given in the DUmmie FUnnies for Temporary Sockpuppet to STFU about Scooter Libby or else. Okay, just thinking out loud here.]

I thought about Keyzer Soze, a bad guy for the ages, the Man behind the Man behind the Man whose power is absolute because he is invisible, whose very name inspires the kind of awed terror that makes the rabbit in the road freeze in the harsh glare of onrushing headlights. It's a neat little fiction, imagining an arch-fiend far more frightening than Darth Vader simply because he looks like everyone else, but I realized, after having some sport with Spacey's visit, that the truth of the deal is truly insidious.

[Too late, Will. You can try all you want but Kevin Spacey is still not going home with you.]

The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled, said Spacey in that film, was convincing the world He didn't exist. He's real, though, that all-powerful Devil, real as rivets, and my cynical writer's block was inspired by the fact that devising an effective plan to defeat him, or finding powerful politicians willing to defy him, or even doing something simple like writing about it all, starts to feel like the very definition of "a bridge too far" in these dim and degraded days.

[Pitt is thinking that if he just continues to drool over Kevin Spacey online, maybe that will change his mind about visiting his apartment.]

The short version of the challenge: our American socio-economic system has been wired to serve a small cadre of invisible Kayser Soze's, whose awesome power and snug insulation was founded and augmented by three distinct moments in our history. When corporations were given Fourteenth Amendment rights through Supreme Court cases like Trustees of Dartmouth College v. Woodward and Santa Clara v. Southern Pacific Railroad; when those newly-minted and vastly wealthy corporate "persons" were allowed to buy and sell all our politicians after the Supreme Court's decision in Buckley v. Valeo; and most especially when Harry Truman's Doctrine put the American economy onto a permanent wartime economic footing, the deal pretty much went down.

[SHEESH! What happened to that blessed writer's block you claimed to have? All I see here are a bunch of meaningless words with all thought and reasoning blocked out.]

It's that last one that really rings the bells, the one that compelled President Eisenhower to deliver perhaps the most ridiculous farewell speech in American history. Can you imagine a post-Vietnam president having the stones to say things like, "In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex; the potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist" on national television? One might as well wait for George W. Bush to avoid snickering like a fart-laying teenager in church whenever he talks about American soldiers dying in Iraq. It won't happen.

[Pitt segues from his Spacey drool to hallucinating about Eisenhower's farewell speech. This is starting to remind me of those exotic birds that do bizarre dances to attract a mate. Sorry, Will, but Kevin is NOT impressed.]

Eisenhower said all that for good reason. An American economy nailed to a permanent wartime footing means the preparation for and fighting of wars is as vital to our economic health as consumer confidence, housing sales and the Dow Jones. Having war stand as a vital component of the economy means a river - to the tune of trillions, mind you - of taxpayer dollars has to be funneled into the coffers of those, simply put, who make the bullets and control the oil. One cannot fight a war without bullets and petroleum, both of which cost exactly as much as can be charged, and the ones getting paid to deliver these vital economic interests are both rich beyond the dreams of avarice and powerful beyond all measure.

[YAWN! Only Pitt can go immediately from fawning celeb worship to boring us to death with meaningless pontifications about the economy. Hey Will, why don't you now impress Kevin with your Third American Empire thesis and how it all started at the 1980 Winter Olympics?]

Politics and politicians, therefore, are mostly windowdressing. They come and go, they write the rules that redirect that river of cash because they've been bought, while all the Soze's remain fixed, fed, permanent, silent and strong. We can yell about fired US Attorneys, howl about an Iraq withdrawal plan from the House that has no chance of effecting any real withdrawal, and pretend that protests in the shadow of the Capitol dome actually make a real difference in the broader scheme. They do, but they don't. Understand that whenever you hear about the "incompetence" of the Bush administration, about "failure" and "fraud," you're also hearing the high ring of a cash register bell.

[Okay, this rant about nothing that makes sense might attract George Michael to your personal Port-a-Potty but it is definitely not going to bring Kevin Spacey to your apartment.]

Someone is always, always, always getting paid for every so-called "mistake" that has been made, and those enjoying that largesse are the most important constituency in American politics. Their ability to put a lot of zeroes on a campaign contribution check guarantees that, no matter what else happens, the bombs and bullets and providers of same will always be taken care of, because it's in our economic interests to do so, don'tcha know.

[ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.... Keyser Snoozes as Pitt Pontificates.]

These are the real Keyser Soze's, and defeating them involves deconstructing a latticework of wink-and-nod politics where everyone is bought and thus no one is to blame, where the system itself is hard-wired to serve they guys who can ink those zeroes. Everyone knows something has gone wrong, everyone is riled up about it, but almost no one comes to the connection between these "mistakes" and the taxes they'll dutifully hand over next month. Someone is always getting paid, and you may as well call that someone Keyser, because he is running your world from soup to nuts and you'll never, ever see him.

[This is Pitt's version of whispering sweet nothings into Spacey's ear.]

The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world He didn't exist. The other great trick He pulled was making it almost entirely impossible to untangle His influence. Thanks, Kevin. I'll see you at the bar.

[But not in your apartment although I hear Richard Simmons is available.]


TOPICS: Humor
KEYWORDS: dummies; homosexualagenda; kevinspacey; mancrush; williampitt
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To: PJ-Comix

I always mix up Kevin Spacey with John Cusack

I guess that Kevin Spacey is the gay one

Not that there's anything wrong with that.


51 posted on 03/27/2007 7:29:01 PM PDT by KosmicKitty (WARNING: Hormonally crazed woman ahead!!)
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To: Hawk1976

right, write. It's clearly lights out time.


52 posted on 03/27/2007 7:29:52 PM PDT by Hawk1976 (This tagline is waiting for a really good quote to shamelessly steal.)
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To: PJ-Comix; Charles Henrickson


I just remembered something. During the Andyscam when the Dummies were catching on that they'd been had, Pitt went on and on about how it would be another "Kayser Soze" and laughed at the Dummies. He's really an unpleasant specimen.


53 posted on 03/27/2007 7:38:11 PM PDT by Barset
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To: LonePalm
Ha! Now that's a pour!
54 posted on 03/27/2007 7:51:05 PM PDT by JennysCool ("The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule." -Mencken)
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To: Mr. Silverback
Allen was a class act.

Yup.

55 posted on 03/27/2007 7:55:23 PM PDT by JennysCool ("The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule." -Mencken)
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To: PJ-Comix

So did he get buggered or not .


56 posted on 03/27/2007 7:57:08 PM PDT by Deetes (God Bless the Troops)
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To: Barset

I don't think you want interrup me right now, as 1000 pilots who belong to the Air Force or RAF are being serenadaded by the 10000 Maniacs...


57 posted on 03/27/2007 8:15:34 PM PDT by ABG(anybody but Gore) ("We're Living In A Twilight World..."- Swingout Sister)
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To: PJ-Comix
Ipswich Ale in the mug, and the chapter about Lincoln's early attempts to deal with Douglas open before me.

Am I the only one that caught this little detail. What in the world is WRP doing reading about a good Republican like Lincoln????

58 posted on 03/27/2007 8:17:59 PM PDT by notpoliticallycorewrecked (California : home of the fruits, nuts and flakes.)
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To: PJ-Comix

From Mr Spacey's page at NNDB:
http://www.nndb.com/people/591/000023522/

Sexual orientation: Matter of Dispute
Brother: Randy B. Fowler (Rod Stewart impersonator)

So had The Logorrheal One only worn a blond wig and sung "D'Ya Think I'm Sockpuppet?" he might've had a chance...


59 posted on 03/27/2007 8:26:30 PM PDT by decal (Mother Nature and Real Life are conservatives - the Progs have never figured this out.)
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To: PJ-Comix

Just off plane from LA. Tired. Didn't get to read whole post.

Did they kiss?


60 posted on 03/27/2007 8:35:34 PM PDT by MindBender26 (Having my own CAR-15 in Vietnam meant never having to say I was sorry......)
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To: Charles Henrickson

Ugh. He's freakin' creepy...


61 posted on 03/27/2007 8:45:49 PM PDT by rzeznikj at stout (Boldly Going Nowhere...)
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To: decal
Spacey's thinking, "Does this guy ever stop talking? I do like the bald head, though."


62 posted on 03/27/2007 8:50:10 PM PDT by Charles Henrickson (Luthoran)
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To: rzeznikj at stout
Now Spacey's thinking, "Maybe THIS will get him to leave me alone. Stick it in that big yap of his. . . ."


63 posted on 03/27/2007 8:54:42 PM PDT by Charles Henrickson (Luthoran)
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To: Charles Henrickson
"'Maybe THIS will get him to leave me alone. Stick it in that big yap of his. . .'"

Benburch isn't bald, perchance, is he?
64 posted on 03/27/2007 8:57:00 PM PDT by decal (Mother Nature and Real Life are conservatives - the Progs have never figured this out.)
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To: Charles Henrickson
Nah, one of these should work, provided you can find one big enough...8^)


65 posted on 03/27/2007 9:04:00 PM PDT by rzeznikj at stout (Boldly Going Nowhere...)
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To: decal
"One pound of pure, solid, crystal meth! Now I'll just slip it in his drink and see if he'll ask me home."


66 posted on 03/27/2007 9:04:34 PM PDT by Charles Henrickson (Luthoran)
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To: Charles Henrickson

...this of course is assuming that he's not already slouched over the floor at Bukowski's 8^)


67 posted on 03/27/2007 9:08:39 PM PDT by rzeznikj at stout (Boldly Going Nowhere...)
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To: PJ-Comix; JRios1968; Charles Henrickson; Barset
A little closer to what actually happened that night:


What'll it be, Pitt, the usual?

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You know it! After a seven-hour blizzard of errands, driving, waiting,
errands, driving, waiting, lather, rinse, repeat, a man needs a good stiff drink!

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Right. Comin' up...

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... one "Kevin Spacey".

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Or as I like to call them- "Keyser F*ckin' Sozes"! Tee hee!

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Hmmm, this gives me an idea .... sure why not... those DUmmies will buy
anything I say. Keep those "Keyser F*ckin' Sozes" comin', Moe, I've got some writing to do!

68 posted on 03/27/2007 9:27:55 PM PDT by Roscoe Karns
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To: Roscoe Karns
Maybe Pitt got mixed up and it was actually Mr. SpaceLY who showed up at Bukowski's:


69 posted on 03/27/2007 10:06:55 PM PDT by Charles Henrickson (Pitt is a little Spacey.)
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To: Charles Henrickson


Medussa was a piker.
You want a piece of the serpent's head?
Stand in line!!!
70 posted on 03/27/2007 10:53:15 PM PDT by Liberty Valance (Keep a simple manner for a happy life :o)
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To: Charles Henrickson

Are you series?

This could be HUGH...


71 posted on 03/27/2007 11:22:00 PM PDT by rzeznikj at stout (Boldly Going Nowhere...)
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To: Charles Henrickson
"Pitt's son, YOU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U'RE FIRED!!"
72 posted on 03/27/2007 11:23:48 PM PDT by decal (Mother Nature and Real Life are conservatives - the Progs have never figured this out.)
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To: PJ-Comix

It's Kaiser, not "Keyser".


73 posted on 03/27/2007 11:36:31 PM PDT by billybudd
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To: KosmicKitty

It's easy: Kevin Spacey: "The Usual Suspects"

John Cusack: "Grosse Point Blank".

The former is a better movie, but the latter is a lot funnier...


74 posted on 03/28/2007 1:16:34 AM PDT by ABG(anybody but Gore) ("We're Living In A Twilight World..."- Swingout Sister)
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To: Barset

Funny, 'L&O Criminal Intent' just did an episode on a Jason Blair type a couple of nights ago...


75 posted on 03/28/2007 1:28:24 AM PDT by ABG(anybody but Gore) ("We're Living In A Twilight World..."- Swingout Sister)
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To: PJ-Comix

Holy Mother of God, he is full of himself. That was painful.

I just read Spacey's bio, in which he claims women (or I suppose certain "men") sometimes mistakenly think he's gay, but he isn't. Somebody needs to break it to Pitt, before he embarrasses himself further.


76 posted on 03/28/2007 1:51:25 AM PDT by MonTinaGirl
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To: PJ-Comix
There were maybe three of us at the bar a couple of Tuesdays ago, one of those quiet past-midnight midweek nights when most people are safely indoors, when the wind blowing around the buildings seemed loud because the sidewalks were so silent, and one last winter snowstorm made even the tire buzz of the cabs on Boylston Street sound like it was coming from miles away. This low whisper of a Tuesday night found me and two regulars trying to keep the bored bartenders from lighting themselves on fire just so they'd have something to do besides stare at us over the taps.

It was a dark and stormy night... Sheesh. How embarrassing.

Wasn't it reported that Spacey was on a beach somewhere in a compromising position with a man? Just askin'.

77 posted on 03/28/2007 1:59:56 AM PDT by Watery Tart (DiminutiveUnderparts)
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To: berkeleybeej
PJ, I love the DUFU's. But let's face it -- Pitt is no longer funny, he is BORING!!!

But when he engages in blatant celeb worship and invites Kevin Spacey to his apartment, he is FUnnie.

78 posted on 03/28/2007 3:56:33 AM PDT by PJ-Comix (Join the DUmmie FUnnies PING List for the FUNNIEST Blog on the Web)
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To: Barset
I'm confused. Last week the Pittstain intruded on the actor who was trying to enjoy a drink. When did he invite him to his apartment?

On the Second Spacey entry into Bukowski's where he once again met the one who declared, "I'm where celebrity worship goes to die."

79 posted on 03/28/2007 4:00:20 AM PDT by PJ-Comix (Join the DUmmie FUnnies PING List for the FUNNIEST Blog on the Web)
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To: Mr. Silverback
Must have been cool. Allen was a class act.

Allen was OFF SCALE intelligent.

80 posted on 03/28/2007 4:02:14 AM PDT by PJ-Comix (Join the DUmmie FUnnies PING List for the FUNNIEST Blog on the Web)
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To: Barset
We watched "Shattered Glass" on DVD the other night. It's a short film. It was about Stephen Glass, the young reporter at The New Republic magazine in the late nineties, who wrote fake stories --- I mean fake everything, incidents, names, he even made up company names and created fake websites.

Did Glass ever quote Ty the Bouncer with extremely lengthy word for word quotes done completely from memory?

81 posted on 03/28/2007 4:04:49 AM PDT by PJ-Comix (Join the DUmmie FUnnies PING List for the FUNNIEST Blog on the Web)
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To: Roscoe Karns

I'm where celebrity worship goes to die.
82 posted on 03/28/2007 4:15:35 AM PDT by PJ-Comix (Join the DUmmie FUnnies PING List for the FUNNIEST Blog on the Web)
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To: LonePalm
"Who's Kevin Spacey?
And why should I either
a) know him or
b) care? "

Damn, you beat me to it, hahaha

I have no idea, but I am just an old man of 62.
What do we know ?
83 posted on 03/28/2007 4:39:21 AM PDT by AlexW (Reporting from Bratislava, Slovakia)
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To: Miss Marple
I would bet cash money that he has some sort of government grant. I have no doubt he is expert at finagling "free" money.

Pied Piper Pitt is Matthew Lesko?


84 posted on 03/28/2007 4:57:09 AM PDT by COBOL2Java (The most dangerous place in the world is between Hillary and the Oval Office)
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To: COBOL2Java

HA!


85 posted on 03/28/2007 5:13:04 AM PDT by Miss Marple (Prayers for Jemian's son,: Lord, please keep him safe and bring him home .)
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To: Miss Marple
I would love to see the following sign placed over the doorway to Bukowski's:

"I'm Where Celebrity Worship Goes To Die."

86 posted on 03/28/2007 5:42:44 AM PDT by PJ-Comix (Join the DUmmie FUnnies PING List for the FUNNIEST Blog on the Web)
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To: Roscoe Karns

Good morning, R. Thanks for very funny post.

Where have you been? We've missed you. Are you posting your great stuff at other sites? Come home.


87 posted on 03/28/2007 5:43:09 AM PDT by Barset
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To: PJ-Comix
'American Beauty' had a huge impact on me...

Obviously it had a 'huge impact' on Temporary Sockpuppet and an unwilling and underage Newton School girl.

For anyone who didn't see American Beauty, it's about a father who has a crush on his young teenaged daughter's friend.

88 posted on 03/28/2007 6:05:10 AM PDT by lwd (Fear and Loathing in Liberal Land: Hunter/Thompson 2008)
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To: Charles Henrickson

I knew this would have you breaking your Lent!

Seek thee they father-confessor to remind thee that thou art forgiven and thine acts of sacrifice have been overshadowed by The Greatest Sacrifice:

our Lord,
on the Cross,
for you!


89 posted on 03/28/2007 6:11:27 AM PDT by Cletus.D.Yokel
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To: Mr. Silverback
Kayser Soze was a character Spacey played in "The Usual Suspects." Soze was a criminal mastermind.

You gave away the ending. Bad boy!!

It was one on the few HollyWeird movies I liked.

90 posted on 03/28/2007 6:19:29 AM PDT by Tolkien (There are things more important than Peace. Freedom being one of those.)
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To: PJ-Comix

I always get Kevin Spacey confused with Howard Metzenbaum.

Anyway.

I'm curious as to why the Bostonian Drunkard hasn't been inviting the Leopudlian journalist to his digs; after all, they both work for the same organization, and at one time were close.

Something must have happened, maybe about eleven months ago?

I mean, the Bostonian Drunkard hasn't even posted any articles by the Leopudlian journalist in DUmmieland; someone else not the Bostonian Drunkard does that now.

I'm also curious as to how the Bostonian Drunkard is adapting to his demotion--remember, his title on his articles used to be "editor." Now it is simply "columnist."

I'm not in the journalism business, but I sort of kind of suspect that a "columnist" is lower-ranking than an "editor."


91 posted on 03/28/2007 6:29:10 AM PDT by franksolich (mellow, sitting back, relaxing, watching the show)
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To: PJ-Comix
Something I've always found funny about that pic of Jason Blair Pitt is that his 'rainbow' flag is hung all nice and strait (not pun intended) while the US flag is hanging like a piece of dirty laundry he tossed over there.
92 posted on 03/28/2007 7:02:50 AM PDT by mnehring (Virtus Junxit Mors Non Seperabit)
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To: Cletus.D.Yokel; bcsco; redgolum; PJ-Comix
I knew this would have you breaking your Lent!

I got my midweek sermon done early this week, so I had a little time. And when I saw it was a thread about Pitt asking Kevin Spacey to his apartment, I knew I had to post the pic of Pitt on his dancepad.

You know, even Lent has its Laetare moments.

93 posted on 03/28/2007 7:08:12 AM PDT by Charles Henrickson (BTW, notice I didn't DUFU the whole thing. I still am rather busy. Holy Week service planning today.)
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To: berkeleybeej

Ditto


94 posted on 03/28/2007 8:08:32 AM PDT by mowowie
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To: PJ-Comix
Pitt can't seem to remember what happens in the bar accurately:

First post regardin the Spacey Sighting:
....I finally got home around 7pm...But in a space of about 45 minutes, I got two phone calls...My batteries had a little charge left thanks to that, so I decided to head down to my bar for a mug and a few pages of the Lincoln biography I'm reading....The place was Monday-night dead, just the bouncer and the bartender dealing with maybe three customers besides me. Perfect. Ipswich Ale in the mug, and the chapter about Lincoln's early attempts to deal with Douglas open before me.

Second post regardin the Spacey Sighting:
There were maybe three of us at the bar a couple of Tuesdays ago, one of those quiet past-midnight midweek nights when most people are safely indoors,...This low whisper of a Tuesday night found me and two regulars trying to keep the bored bartenders from lighting themselves on fire just so they'd have something to do besides stare at us over the taps.

I remember it like it was yesterday, It was a Monday night, or maybe a Tuesday night. About 8pm, or maybe after midnight. I was sitting alone at the bar reading a book, or maybe I was entertaining the bartender(s). I remember it so clearly because it was SEARED into my memory.....

Dude seriously needs an editor to keep him on track. I guess since he's been demoted to a 'columnist', he can't be bothered with all that 'editing' nonsense...

95 posted on 03/28/2007 8:39:47 AM PDT by Bush_Democrat (Ex-Dem since 2001 *Folding@Home for the Gipper - Join the FReeper Folders*)
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To: PJ-Comix
Seeing that Will has a penchant for certain behavior, it doesn't surprise me that he was touched by American Beauty. I wonder if it was a sock puppet of Wills' that had some problem with "behavior" in the class room and no longer is able to "teach".

Spacey should file a restraining order for this bloated nuisance - if he intends on visiting the area further.
96 posted on 03/28/2007 8:45:52 AM PDT by commonguymd
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To: Bush_Democrat

Whew, thought that post went down the memory hole when FR hiccupped just now. Anyone know what happened? Did I break FR??


97 posted on 03/28/2007 9:13:08 AM PDT by Bush_Democrat (Ex-Dem since 2001 *Folding@Home for the Gipper - Join the FReeper Folders*)
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To: PJ-Comix

Glass put the words into all of his characters mouths much as Pitt does with his underlings.

Pitt doesn't "quote from memory" just as Glass did not write his quotes from his fake notes. They make things up.

I think there must be an emptiness in people like this, a sense that they are invisible, so they fill up the black hole with fakery and lies, and they are drawn to celebrities, even minor ones. To be noticed by a celebrity after thrusting yourself on him is nirvana.

The late Katherine Graham, prop. of the Washington Post, had a name for celebrity-hounds, not nice, but accurate.


98 posted on 03/28/2007 9:42:01 AM PDT by Barset
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To: ABG(anybody but Gore)

I wonder if they'll re-run it. After March madness I can pretty much watch the tv without every program I switch to resembling a basketball game.


99 posted on 03/28/2007 9:57:32 AM PDT by Barset
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To: Barset

I'm not even watching March Madness this year. I usually love the NCAA tournament, but this year, it just seems boring. Maybe it's because LSU is out of the circle, but I'm just not interesteted...


100 posted on 03/28/2007 10:14:19 AM PDT by ABG(anybody but Gore) ("We're Living In A Twilight World..."- Swingout Sister)
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