Feb. 27, 2013


In this issue

  • Brick Hits Your Eye

    Wednesday, February 27, 2013

    I’m a pizza snob. I’ve inhaled piping-hot slices of Grimaldi’s pizza from its coal-fired brick oven beneath the Brooklyn Bridge, and I’ve worked my way through the better part of deep-dish pies from both Giordano's and Lou Malnati’s in Chicago. I’ve polished off wedges from Marco’s Coal-Fired Pizza in Denver.

  • New Cattitude

    Wednesday, February 27, 2013

    First, let me say I'm not a fan of the new logo. I think the cat’s head is slimmed down too much, the ears are too pointy, and the tongue — why it's still teal is beyond me. That said, I understand the need for it — just as I understood the need to take the team to black uniforms.

  • Oscars Schmoscars

    Wednesday, February 27, 2013

    As usual, I didn’t see any of the films that were nominated for an Academy Award. Probably because I rarely go to the movies ... and the fact that I don’t particularly like musicals, period films, subtitles, action flicks or animation. However, that didn’t stop me from making snarky comments throughout the show (while I do draw the line at poking fun at “In Memoriam” segment, I do pay attention to who gets the most applause). Since I didn’t actually care who won (or lost), I spent most of the broadcast wondering: What if Jacksonville had its own version of the Oscars? Who would win best actor? Best actress? Best picture? Hence, the inaugural presentation of the Sposcars, the Specktator’s own version of the Oscars.

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