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Your morning sip of Lowcountry Kool-Aid:
The living is wheezy: It's official. At 2:06 p.m. today, it will be summertime.
Does this mean we can now wear oxygen masks in public?
Here in the Lowcountry, that summer horse, or maybe it was a marsh tacky, long done left de barn.
Hot and bothered: Friends of the Live Earth will present the South Carolina Change the Climate Concert in Charleston on July 7.
It was just last week that Paris Hilton declared an end to her idiocy. Jail had changed her, she said, and she was no longer going to "act dumb."
Now, this of course was a flawed declaration. Anyone who would admit to acting dumb in the first place probably doesn't understand how dumb that sounds to the undumb, which would then make it incredibly dumb to admit to acting dumb. Get it? It was like she was threatening us, "Watch out world, I'm going to read books and stuff!"
US Weekly sat down last week and talked with Britney Spears' on-again off-again mother. The mother who forced her to go into rehab. The mother who hangs out with Kevin Federline and Shar Jackson because they're more stable and allow her to see her grandchildren. The mother who probably thanks the lord every day for Jamie Lynn Spears, Britney's as-yet untainted teenage sister whose career is more Hilary Duff than Lindsay Lohan.
Does anyone have other flickr addresses for Lowcountry pictures?
Scroll down to the June 17 entry, "Picture Puzzle." What do you think it is?
Watching Kevin Federline star as a fry cook in the Nationwide Insurance ad that aired during this year's Superbowl was nothing short of hilarious. At first you're like, "Ugh, close your eyes. We're getting tricked into watching a Kevin Federline video." But the payoff is worth it. A stroke of genius on Federline's part ... (seriously, do you think that word has ever been used to describe him?). It was clever. We laughed at him. And even though he was laughing too, we still felt a little superior. That ad was a success. The lesson: You can't go wrong when you get the stars to mock themselves.
Or can you?
The story about nine Charleston firefighters killed last night while fighting a fire in a sofa store leads the national news this morning.
The Post and Courier offers a locator map, video, photo gallery and reader comments.
BUT, the newspaper was working on a backup server and has trouble all day meeting record demand.
Summer starts this week, so we'll be getting out our boats and books.
Tearing a page from the Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera textbook, "How I Ruined a Perfectly Good Article of Clothing to Show My Stuff So I Can Get Famous," Hulk Hogan's daughter Brooke Hogan has proven that she needs reading glasses ... or an eye transplant. While Britney's flesh-colored barely-there leotard shocked moms nationwide at the 2000 MTV Movie Awards, and Christina's own chaps might have made people do a double-take out of disbelief that anyone would wear those drafty things, their outfits helped make them even more famous. Brooke's homemade jean chaps, however, will get her noticed for one thing only. They make her look like she's wearing jean leg warmers ... and jean leg warmers are so not in style.
It isn't enough that Victoria Beckham has one of the most handsome men in the world as her husband, or that she has more money than she'll ever be able to spend, or that she's thin and now blonde, or even that she has cameras documenting her every move because someone somewhere thinks she's interesting and marketable, she now wants us to pay $290 to wear her jeans.
And these $290 jeans aren't meant to be flattering -- unless you're already perfect, in which case you probably don't need or want her jeans ... regular jeans look just fine on you. For everyone else, though, these jeans hold the loose promise of transformation ... as if maybe, just maybe, this has been the missing link between your life and hers.
You hate to hear the words "Big Wollop" and "Hurricane" in the same sentence.
Especially when it's saying the Lowcountry is overdue for a big wallop.
The Charleston Post and Courier reports this morning on the what the National Hurricane Center calls "return periods" - a calculation of the average number of years between major hurricanes hitting a specific area.
They say Hilton Head Island has a pretty comfortable 24-year return period.
Savannah's even better at 34 years.