Or at least a Maxim advice columnist. This guy has moves straight out of The Ladies Man:
“Peterson first took her to an intimate dinner at a fancy sushi bar, where he paid extra for a private room, she said. He then asked her to come back to his room at the Radisson Hotel so he could change. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, Frey said.
“Once in the room, he suddenly produced a bottle of champagne and box of strawberries from his leather bag.
“‘[He] put one [strawberry] in each of our glasses,’ Frey said. ‘I remember eating one. They were a little bit sour.’
“The pair then went to a karaoke bar, where they slow-danced, nuzzled affectionately and then shared a single, passionate kiss.”
— MY CHAMPAGNE CASANOVA SCOTT SEDUCED ME INTO 1ST-DATE SEX: AMBER, by Howard Breur, The New York Post, Aug. 10, 2004
Fat Cats in the Hat

Finally, the big-ticket endorsements for President Bush are coming in. Or, is this Bush’s endorsement of another successful nepotism baby? Well, either way, hats off to you!

He did always say his favorite book was Hop on Pop…
According to MSNBC News, Colin Powell will not be attending the Republican National Convention at the end of August.
What will he be doing instead?
-Washing his hair.
-Organizing Top Secret Files either in chronological order or from “best to worst” depending on his mood.
-Spending a little ‘me time.’
-Four words: “Calgon, take me away!”
-Scowling.
-Crying, interrupted by scowling, then more crying.
-Calling friends in ‘old Europe’ and apologizing.
-Working on his Monster.com resume.
-Baking pies, mostly apple, but some cherry.
-Practicing guitar: He’s almost got the first half of “Wooly-Booly” down.
-Scowling. Did we mention scowling?

The new and improved Woolworth’s sit-in lunch counter
In today’s New York Times, writer Shaila K. Dewan examines a newfound impetus among white southerners to begrudgingly reflect on their communities’ roles in the civil rights movement which occurred many decades earlier. Is this due to a changing of the guard? An effort by younger generations to atone for the sins of their parents? Nah, come on, you’re entertaining some pretty feeble guesses there…the correct incentive is, of course, greed.
It has not been easy for communities to embrace a past laced with shame and violence. “Tourism has been forced on these places,” said Jim Carrier, a writer from Montgomery, Ala., whose “Traveler’s Guide to the Civil Rights Movement” was published by Harcourt in January. “It’s not like they put out a sign one day and said, ‘Come on down and see our civil rights history.’ It’s in response to people coming down here, lugging big history books, looking for these places.”
The lure of tourism money has helped overcome the shame.
As a result, a handful of various groups in these areas have been putting forth initiatives for museums, monuments, and such that pay tribute to the era’s struggles and, oftentimes, to specific landmarks that played a prominent role in the movement, such as the bus stop where Rosa Parks famously held her ground.
Museum gift shops bring in a good business, of course, so we’re not knocking their ambitions in that regard, but think of the piles upon piles of cash that could be brought in by a goddamned Six Flags Civil Rights Memorial Park!
Included in this hypothetical RFP for a Six Flags-themed entertainment and water park spectacular:
Special “sit-in”-themed lunch counters, where you can dine on the finest in period-correct malts, shakes, and fries, so long as you drink from the properly-labeled “Colored Only” fountains
I Have a Dreamland, modeled after Disney’s giant EPCOT globe, wherein visitors are taken on a guided tour of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King’s notable exploits, culminating in a thrilling assassination outside a mock hotel
Ride the ‘Back of the Bus’-coaster, the wild up and down ride to freedom! And remember, they say with roller coasters, the biggest thrills are always in the back!
Experience the exploits of actual walking and talking Animatronic White Racists…for the first time ever, you, too, can feel what it’s like to be called a n*gger, or to have this term impolitely muttered under robotic breaths as you enter or leave the room
Oh, and don’t forget the water park:
Enjoy our climate controlled wave pool for the Brown vs. the Surf Board Experience!
And don’t forget to leave before getting your very own Fire Hose Blast! What a thrill!
Funny Money

Perception: KING OF BLING? . . . Reality: Trump Hotels Planning Bankruptcy [click cover(s) for detail]
Related: Ten (or 13) Years Ago in SPY:
“In the history of finance, Donald Trump will be known for one brilliant innovation. No one before Trump has used the press so cunningly to give himself legitimacy with creditors. Trump made the media his balance sheet. Reports of Trump’s wealth in newspapers and especially in sober business magazines such as Fortune and Forbes were the basis upon which banks lent him money and public bought his bonds.”
— ALL OF THE PEOPLE, ALL OF THE TIME (How Donald Trump Fooled the Media, Used the Media to Fool the Banks, Used the Banks to Fool the Bondholders and Used the Bondholders to Pay for the Yachts and Mansions and Mistresses) A Special SPY Investigation by John Connolly, April 1991, p. 50

The board reads: “AIM: Get Famous By Selling Own Hand-me-Down Neuroses.”
Coming soon to JTV: Straight Frum My Heart, a new reality dating show hosted by Keith Black, future relationships columnist for HEEB, and inspiration for a posable action figure (with tefillan grip!) from McFarlane Toys.
You know Keith Black, the new Woody Allen, right? He’s everywhere, except on Friday nights and Saturday mornings. He’s even in the papers:
“As a neurotic, bespectacled, highly therapized Jewish filmmaker from New York, Keith Black has more than a few things in common with his idol Woody Allen—except for one.
“‘I’m looking for my Annie Hall,’ says the lovelorn 35-year-old, whose new short film, ‘Get the Script to Woody Allen,’ is as concerned with his dating mishaps than his desire to be famous….”
THE MAN WHO WOULD BE WOODY, by Maureen Callahan, The New York Post, Aug. 10, 2004
Too bad his dream girl‘s taken.
Oh well, you certainly can’t buy publicity like that, right?
Or this:
Following in Woody’s Footsteps
Or this:
Today Malverne, Tomorrow Cannes?
Or these:
A Woody Wannabe Mines His Neuroses
Allen Encounter Adds Up to Black’s ‘Woody Short’
Woody Wannabe Plays Many Roles with ‘Script’
[Links via Keith Black’s website]
Harold and Kumar Go On Friendster
For those interested in learning more about America’s greatest civil rights triumph since the march from Selma, aka Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle, you might want to check out co-writer Jon Hurwitz’s Friendster profile.
Among his nine testimonials, there is the Asian Harold who offers:
Jon writes about and enjoys life by chronicling what he knows best: things that are really, ridiculously funny and amusing. He draws much of his material from his own experiences and friends.
And then there’s his Indian Friendster Raza who writes:
I remember this one magical summer Jon and I spent in Nora Ephron’s Manhattan, where we watched animated features and romantic comedies, ate dim sum and rode the subway. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. There was also the incident at [a certain movie studio where I took really long lunches … I mean worked], but I’m not allowed to talk about that.
Is it possible that we have located the ur-Harold and Kumar? Could this prove the Rosetta Stone to unlocking the secrets of this milestone film? Yeah, whatever.
[Thanks Carone!]
A Berg type film

Friday Night Lights

Collateral
Witness an emerging trend in Hollywood marketing: if your film in some way involves Peter Berg (perhaps best known as the actor-turned-Very Bad Director of Very Bad Things), we can be sure that the trailer’s typographic design will feature a simple sans-serif font (in the vein of Helvetica Neue) partially obscured by blurry type in the background.
We’ll wait to see Berg’s imaginatively-titled Hip-Hop Cops in 2005 to see if the trailer adheres to the Good ‘n Berg (Style) Bible.
It’s Raining Men!

TIME, Aug. 9, 2004… The New York Times Magazine, Aug. 8, 2004
Update, Aug. 8, 2004:

Parade, Aug. 8, 2004
