Man at His Best, All Day Long.

Posted 16 hours ago
My memory is a bit strained on the details, but I think it went something like this: As news broke of a MIT police officer being gunned down, followed by a hot-pursuit car chase between the two suspects in Monday’s bombing, I was bellied up to the Tavern’s rustic, centuries-old bar. I remember saying something like “blarphgmchp” out loud, which in my head sounded like “Good lord friends, this week has really been a doozie, what?” And that’s when I got a text by a girl I know who lives up a cruelly steep hill from the bar. At 2 a.m. To come over.

Somewhere deep in the recesses of my brain, the little guy driving my core motor skills gave me just enough digital dexterity to reply with a “sure”. Shit’s hitting the fan, I thought. May as well.
Posted 5 days ago
CBS gets a world-beater. They get a familiar face with a brand new, intensely positive view of life on this planet. The Late Show isn’t a perfect fit for a guy like that — one who’s trying to make the world a little bit better while making you laugh as hard as you can.

But he’ll make it a perfect fit. Stephen Colbert, the character, wasn’t the perfect fit for Stephen Colbert, the person, these last nine years, either. All that got him was a hosting gig at The Late Show.

Now he’ll get to be himself. And he’ll be the best in the world at it.
Stephen Colbert — The Real Stephen Colbert — Will Be Perfect at This. Meet your new host of The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, everybody.
Posted 6 days ago
At 3:00 that very morning, I had called an Eighth Avenue bodega and told them I’d give them twenty dollars for a pint of milk and a Hustler magazine. The guy who answered the phone had a thick Arabic accent. “You are crazy,” he said.

“I’m thirsty.”

“Come on, mister,” he said. “Come on with that.”

“Seriously,” I said.

“Mister fucking crazy man, we have no Hustler!” he continued. “What is your room number?”

Twenty minutes later, the guy was at my door with a quart of 2 percent and a shrink-wrapped valu-pack of three Hustlers. He sighed and smiled when I gave him the twenty. “It’s snowing,” he said, as if to explain his relief. But I understood. The twenty is an important contract and no one, on either end, wants it broken.
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