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Showing posts with label clint eastwood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clint eastwood. Show all posts

Friday, December 31, 2010

Surprise Armadillo

I’m beginning a new holiday tradition. In honor of the end of the year, I would like to present you with a photo of Clint Eastwood holding an armadillo.


I can’t decide if this image is more of a spiritual sequel to the post of Salvador Dali walking an anteater


Or the sexy lady who is — surprise! — inexplicably lounging next to an armadillo.


Either way, may at least one of these photographs be indicative for your year to come.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Desolation Hatchback

Things I didn’t expect to see in the current issue of Rolling Stone: a letter from Dina Eastwood, the wife of Clint known previously as Dina Ruiz. Under that former name, she was the anchorwoman for KSBW, the local news station I grew up watching. Now she apparently writes letters, which is a good hobby, I think. This one is in response to the previous issue’s Jonas Brothers cover.

The letter:
My 11-year-old daughter and I saw the Jonas Brothers in a venue that held less than 100 people. being marries to Clint Eastwood helped me hook up a “meet and greet.” At the risk of sounding like a hormone-laden 43-year-old pervert, I gotta tell you: I saw them again last week, and it was the best concert I have ever been to. The Jonas family is a gold standard for great music and good living

Dina Eastwood
Monterey, California
Dina Ruiz Eastwood, of course, is not to be confused with Dina Dina, who also doesn’t have anything better to do than write letters but has so far failed to do so.