This baby pudu is determined not to let Mitt Romney and his roof mounts anywhere near:

Vigilance: the eternal price of not being strapped to Mitt Romney’s family car and driven around at high speed for hours until your bladder gives out.

Do you wish reporters would just stop with the Paris Hilton? You’re not the only one.

This MSNBC reporter deserves a medal, not the frat-boy mocking of her soulless, whorish colleagues.

Related: check out what else could have been reported on TV and radio news the day that Anna Nicole Smith died.

Game shows, in my life, are a bit like the mob was to Al Pacino in Godfather III — I can try to get out, but they keep dragging me back in.  Although in this case, I couldn’t be happier about it.

My buddy J. Keith van Straaten, stand-up comic and former host of Comedy Central’s Beat the Geeks, occasionally mounts a live stage version of What’s My Line? that I’d highly recommend anyway as one of L.A.’s hidden treasures.  It’s completely sincere — nothing ironic, nothing in quotes, just the actual game played with live music, real guests with strange occupations, and genuine mystery celebrities, exactly as if you’re attending a taping of a show that never went off the air.  I’ve been a few times, just to hang out, and it’s a blast.

This week, they must be short of celebrity panelists, because J. Keith has asked me to sit in.  So if any readers in the L.A. area are curious to see what I look like while asking "can I assume it involves an animal or a vegetable?" in a dark suit, drop by Acme in this Sunday at 8 pm.

The show’s entertainment value should be bigger than a breadbox.

Game shows, in my life, are a bit like the mob was to Al Pacino in Godfather III — I can try to get out, but they keep dragging me back in.  Although in this case, I couldn’t be happier about it.

My buddy J. Keith van Straaten, stand-up comic and former host of Comedy Central’s Beat the Geeks, occasionally mounts a live stage version of What’s My Line? that I’d highly recommend anyway as one of L.A.’s hidden treasures.  It’s completely sincere — nothing ironic, nothing in quotes, just the actual game played with live music, real guests with strange occupations, and genuine mystery celebrities, exactly as if you’re attending a taping of a show that never went off the air.  I’ve been a few times, just to hang out, and it’s a blast.

This week, they must be short of celebrity panelists, because J. Keith has asked me to sit in.  So if any readers in the L.A. area are curious to see what I look like while asking "can I assume it involves an animal or a vegetable?" in a dark suit, drop by Acme in this Sunday at 8 pm.

The show’s entertainment value should be bigger than a breadbox.

Game shows, in my life, are a bit like the mob was to Al Pacino in Godfather III — I can try to get out, but they keep dragging me back in.  Although in this case, I couldn’t be happier about it.

My buddy J. Keith van Straaten, stand-up comic and former host of Comedy Central’s Beat the Geeks, occasionally mounts a live stage version of What’s My Line? that I’d highly recommend anyway as one of L.A.’s hidden treasures.  It’s completely sincere — nothing ironic, nothing in quotes, just the actual game played with live music, real guests with strange occupations, and genuine mystery celebrities, exactly as if you’re attending a taping of a show that never went off the air.  I’ve been a few times, just to hang out, and it’s a blast.

This week, they must be short of celebrity panelists, because J. Keith has asked me to sit in.  So if any readers in the L.A. area are curious to see what I look like while asking "can I assume it involves an animal or a vegetable?" in a dark suit, drop by Acme in this Sunday at 8 pm.

The show’s entertainment value should be bigger than a breadbox.