Eligibility - International Celebrities
- Must have appeared in American media.
- Example:
- Appearing on magazine covers (US editions of Maxim, Stuff, FHM, GQ, Rolling Stone, etc.) qualifies international celebs as models.
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According to Page Six of the New York Post, former Playmate and Miss USA Shanna Moakler has reunited and is likely expecting a child with recently-divorced husband Travis Barker (Blink 182 -- "Dammit" is one of your favorite songs you'll never admit to liking; I know how it is. Your secret is safe with me.)
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Welcome all to the first Taster's Choice. I'll be bringing you a new girl every week, offering some bearing on her current situation and draft status. This week's TC is American Idol contestant Haley Scarnato.
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Females automatically qualify in their obvious category.
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So there's a MySpace war of the Jamesons (Jenna and soon-to-be ex-hubby Jay Grdina), and Perez Hilton got caught in the middle while tracking the blows. It all started when Jenna addressed the questions about her weight (she's gotten quite thin) via MySpace blog. She blamed the weight loss on the stress of her nasty divorce, which Grdina then commented on, basically saying she has an ED. Here's the LLFD breakdown:
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I'm about a weekend late on this one, but it's worth noting. Good look by HiphopDX.
Dallas Austin recently claimed (and since apologized for saying) that inexplicably-won-the-war-with-Britney (Christina Aguilera) and the footwear industry's worst nightmare (Joss Stone) trade sex for beats.
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Couple of quick notes today, courtesy of Perez Hilton:
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In this ongoing series, Lord Farceface will be reviewing some of the latest offerings from the "Hollywood Establishment" (a cadre of rich Jews and homosexuals bent on destroying Christianity) so that "the movie-going public" (ignorant, pig-fucking shit-farmers) can be more informed. Enjoy!
300 is the Manliest Movie Ever Made
It's impossible not to notice the sad decline in movie badassery these days. As a child of the 1980's, I was lucky enough to grow up with some of the biggest hardasses in movie history. Robocop. Mr. T. Sgt. fucking Rock (from G.I. Joe; not a movie character, but rocked ass none the less). Han Solo and Indiana Jones. But lately we as a generation have been treated to some of the limpest dick "badasses" in history. Examples:
Anakin Skywalker -- So not only is Darth Vader a crusty old white man, but it turns out in his younger days he was just an impudent little prick who scowls like an emo punk with his family at Applebees. Awesome. Thanks for destroying my childhood notions of what a super-villain is, Lucas. P.S.-- While I'm at it, GREEDO DOESN'T SHOOT FIRST.
The Punisher-- For a movie about a superhero whose only power was that he killed a shit-ton of people, guess what he didn't do until the last five minutes of that painfully shitty movie?
Zach Braff movies-- "Hey, look at me; I can't decide what direction my life is going in! It's the biggest fucking crisis ever! My problems are so esoteric and deep!" Fuck off.
And the worst offender of all, Tobey fucking Maguire-- Thanks for making Spider-Man the biggest wuss in comics history, champ. Batman needs to pop over there and give you a punch in the throat (but only the Christian Bale Batman; George Clooney can keep his half-gay version of The Dark Knight all to himself, man). Go squint some more, bitch.
The recent appearance of Frank Miller-based movies, however, rocks serious ass. SIN CITY was so tits that it featured three separate castrations, two of which were on the same character and one of which was by hand. That bears repeating: one character was castrated. By. Fucking. Hand.
But now 300 has burst on to the scene, and holy shit, was it everything our society needed and more. This movie was so manly that when I walked out of the theater, the first thing I wanted to do was beat a cow to death with my dick and eat the raw meat and then go drink moonshine while I fucked a hooker in half, which is statistically proven to be the manliest way one can spend an hour.
300 hearkens back to a simpler time-- a time when men were super-built badasses who cut people's head's off and walk towards the camera in slow motion while death metal blares in the background. It reminds us that our heroes should be domineering sociopaths who kill with impunity, and not whiny little fuckwits with bullshit junior-high problems. Maybe there's hope for us as a society after all.
Oh and as for the list, I'll take Queen Gorgo (Lena Headey) and that red-hairded Oracle girl (Kelly Craig) for the win. But you gotta watch out for that Gorgo, though -- in America, you stick your sword into woman's guts; in ancient Sparta, woman sticks sword into YOUR guts!
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I realized that the posts thus far have been relatively dry, so here's an early attempt at the kind of post I envision becoming a regular feature, something of a laminated list stockwatch.
Browsing this morning's NY Daily News, I saw this article about a run-in between LLFD staple Lindsay Lohan and former flame Wilmer Valderrama at the Meatpacking Districts' PM Lounge. Valderrama crashed Unik's karaoke party at 2:30 a.m., and decided to express his unquenched love by swiping the mic from the starlet:
In front of the packed house, Valderrama sang these lyrics from Matchbox 20's "Back 2 Good:"Here's what to take away:
"Just stand there/I could say so much
But I don't go there cuz I don't want to I was thinking if you were lonely Maybe we could leave here and no one would know
... I'm lonely now and I don't know how to get it back to good."
After the guy sang his heart out, Lohan, now sitting at a table with five pals, including Samantha Ronson, yelled out for all to hear:
"It's too late!" Oh. No. You. Dih-int. "Wilmer tried to take it like a man," says our clubgoer. "But he left a few minutes later. He headed up to PM."
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To aid in establishing a regular posting schedule, I'm going to throw up one section of the rules per day on the blog. This will aid in search access (by means of labels), though the complete Rule Book will be available as a perma-link. Once the entire current document has been grandfathered in, "Rules" posts will discuss new issues (changes, proposals, etc.) Utilize the comments section of each post to raise questions or suggestions.
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My ultimate goal for this blog/site is to be a one-stop resource for anyone who decides to perform an LLFD on their own. I've begun the process of creating "player cards" for draftable females, (sample: Jennifer Love Hewitt) accessible mainly through The Draft Kit. However, this entails a massive amount of research. If a celebrity you'd draft isn't on the list (initially drawn from those selected in our two mock drafts), feel free to email me as much of the following information as you can:
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In the episode "The One with Frank, Jr." (Season 3, Episode 5) Chandler mentions he and his girlfriend have a list of five celebrities the other can sleep with and incur no relationship wrath. The comment prompts discussion amongst the six friends, centering on Ross' intense deliberations. He finally decides on a list of five (Uma Thurman, Winona Ryder, Elizabeth Hurley, Michelle Pfeiffer, Dorothy Hammill), laminating the list to seal it.
This (in addition giving us a name for this pop culture phenomenon) eliminates Isabella Rossellini, whom he later encounters in a coffeeshop. After minimal conferencing, the sanctity of the list is destroyed and Ross is allowed to (unsuccessfully) approach Isabella.
You can find an episode guide for "The One with Frank, Jr." at The Original Friends Site.
A lover of sports growing up in the internet age, it was inevitable that the worlds of The Brooklyn Boy and fantasy sports would collide. The Brooklyn Boy regularly schooled his friends in various leagues, peaking when he finished in the 99.3 percentile of ESPN.com's Gridiron Challenge during the fall of 2001. Any leagues he did not win were the result of thinking too far ahead, like drafting and sticking with Roy Halladay, winner of the 2003 Al Cy Young award, during the 2000 season.
Buoyed the bonds of friendship and competition engendered by fantasy sports, it came to The Brooklyn Boy in a flash — what if one's Laminated List hinged upon those of his friends? By applying the general principles of fantasy sports to the concept of the Laminated List — no duplication, positions need to be filled, starters, a bench, etc. — the Laminated List Fantasy Draft was born.
You can view the original Barbershop Backtalk entry proposing the LLFD here.
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The Laminated List Fantasy Draft is an idea that had been germinating in my head for some time, before finally being realized last year, with the help of several friends. The basic concept marries the rules of fantasy sports to the list of celebrities a person in a relationship is allowed to sleep with sans penalty, popularized by the TV show "Friends."
After creating a Web site, I realized that the idea was better suited to blogging software. So I'm switching over, in hopes that I'll become more consistent at updating. This blog, ironically, is intended to be an attempt to fill my time and give me something to do instead of dating, which has been unproductive and unhealthy for me of late. There will be a transition period, and inevitable kinks to be worked out, but hopefully, we'll get there. I'm going to grandfather in the site, one post at a time, to get myself in the habit of posting regularly.
Here goes nothin' ...
P.S.
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The blog and site aim to serve as your one-stop resource for everything, but won't change anything. Keep the dream alive.
Send questions, comments and hate mail to: laminatedlist[at]gmail[dot]com