Memphis is either too commercialized or too eschatological for Montreal Gazette reporter Bernard Perusse. The Canadian scribe spent his time in the Bluff City eating "barbecue pork sandwiches, smothered in sauce, at Pig's on Beale St." and looking for Elvis.
"Graceland just might be the architectural equivalent of that Beale St. pork sandwich," Perusse writes, noting that there are shops across the street where you can buy anything from a magnet to a $1,500 replica of the leather outfit from the King's '68 Comeback special. "It's weirdly delightful and enchanting in its excess, but it has the feel of doom."
"Playboy Fetishists Fear Playboy Fetish Getting Less Cool," say the professional snarkers at Gawker.com. The genius headline was inspired by an article in The Wall Street Journal about America's foremost collectors of Playboy paraphernalia, who are angry because the floundering magazine's recent licensing orgy is devaluing their collections. The WSJ article quotes Memphis resident Ken Ritchie, a Playboy collector with a $3,000-a-month habit, who asks this burning question: "How many guys do you think are going to go out and buy navel rings because they've been licensed by Playboy?"
Attention, Chuck Shepherd: Would-be crook Tallarico Jones is more than deserving of a mention in News of the Weird for his failed attempt to rob the West Memphis Walmart. After walking out of the store with $300 worth of electronics, Jones attempted to elude authorities by running onto the interstate, where he was struck by an 18-wheeler. To everyone's surprise, Jones got right up and didn't mention any pain or discomfort until he was handcuffed.