
When Tim Tebow dropped to one knee following the comeback win he led against the Miami Dolphins two Sundays ago, he unknowingly began a fad that's since been christened as Tebowing. It looks a lot like icing, aside from, well, the fact that he's praying and not being forced to pound a bottle of sugary malt liquor. The nonbiblical miracle delivered that day culminated in a frenzied sideline celebration that was quickly evened out by a camera shot of Tebow giving props to the man upstairs for his uncanny ability to stink for three quarters and still lead his team to a fourth-quarter victory over the winless Dolphins.
(Below the jump eight bands that aren't the Misfits offer their own takes on the song.)
Her long-running Ernie Pook's Comeek (a staple for several decades in the Chicago Reader) was remarkable for being outrageous and authentic at the same time, and totally idiosyncratic. But she ended the strip in 2008 (as Michael Miner reported), and is now leading writers' workshops aimed at helping others unleash their creativity. Sunday's New York Times Magazine sat in on a four-day session at Miami Dade College. Ernie Pook's Comeek will reappear in a forthcoming ten-volume collection of her work.
If you're going out tonight and severely procrastinated on planning your costume, you can probably muster one up out of items you already own. Costume ideas after the jump:
Per myfoxchicago.com:
"Chicago - In politics, it's all about access: who has it, who doesn't, and what you have to do to get it.
"That makes this week’s cover story in the Chicago Reader so fascinating.
"Reporters Ben Joravsky and Nick Dumke used the Freedom of Information Act to get a copy of Mayor Rahm Emanuel's schedule book.
"'The Mayor's Millionaire Club' details who gets access to the mayor’s fifth floor office.
"Joravsky joined FOX Chicago Sunday to talk about their article."
(Hey, Fox, it's Mick Dumke.)
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Anonymous opens this weekend. That’s the new movie from Independence Day auteur Roland Emmerich, taking off on the Oxfordian theory—the idea that it was the 17th Earl of Oxford and not the “Stratford man” (i.e., Shakespeare) who wrote Shakespeare’s plays. Originated, interestingly enough, by a guy named Looney (though he pronounced it LOHney, much as Gene Wilder’s character in Young Frankenstein insists on calling himself FrAHnkenstEEn), the theory holds that Shakespeare was too common and provincial to have come up with the plays that have defined Western culture for the last four centuries. It had to be somebody who was rich, well-traveled, hyper-educated, and on intimate terms with the royal court. A member of the 1 percent, as it were. Francis Bacon, Queen Elizabeth, and lots of others have been suggested. Even Christopher Marlowe, who’d have to have faked his own death to qualify. But the earl, Edward de Vere, has emerged as the favorite.

Al Jazeera English, launched by Al Jazeera in 2006, has had trouble finding a foothold in this country. WTTW, Channel 11, recently announced that it will start carrying it a few hours a week beginning October 31.
I'm trying to reach Hendren for comment.
This is an important question, and it reminds me of something that's been bugging me about AMC's celebrated show The Walking Dead, otherwise a masterpiece of realist dystopianism. But seriously: what is the deal with zombies, when they're violently assaulted with, say, an ax—a not-infrequent occurrence on the show—spurting blood? My own Adamsian investigation brought me to Internet medical clearinghouse Wikipedia, which in its entry on death ("‘Dying' redirects here. For the process of coloring, see Dyeing") claims that one side effect of this common condition is the cessation of cardiac activity. The heart stops pumping, etc. Where is all this undead blood coming from?
Which is to say: if you're dressing as some sort of sexy zombie this weekend, save a couple bucks on ketchup. There's no need to overdo it. You're dead!