Kim Rothstein: Before and After.

An alert reader forwards two photographs:

And this:

Life in the Fast Lane (Tired, 70s Version).

Yawn.

So it appears that Don Henley is now returning half of the $100k Scott Rothstein donated to Henley's charity in exchange for Henley singing "Life in the Fast Lane" for Kimmie's birthday at an Eagles concert at the BankAtlantic Center.

Does this strike anyone else as highly lame?

Indeed, it launched a mini-tweeterfeud on Friday, sparking much less obvious but perhaps more apt Henley/Eagles song titles, such as "If Dirt Were Dollars," "End of the Innocence," "Dirty Laundry," and of course "Desperado."

All that said, I thought Joe Walsh looked pretty darn good last night at the Grammy's -- if all it takes is laying off the booze for a few days, there is hope for us yet!

In other news, this exists:

 
Talk about a niche practice!

SFL Friday -- Jeremy Alters Cleans House.

Well kids, it's beginning to feel like the holidays -- I just set a depo in March(!), so apparently no one plans to work for at least the next six weeks minimum.

What else?

Paul Brinkmann, writing behind the SFBJ firewall, has a great piece on all the departures, defections, lawsuits, and other rumors swirling around recent changes at Jeremy Alters' firm.  Here's a choice tidbit:

Alters acknowledged that moving the firm into heavy-duty, national class actions meant a longer-term payoff, but he predicted large fees from the eventual settlement of the cases, especially Chinese drywall litigation.

Neither Boldt nor Culmo returned phone messages and e-mails about their issues with Alters.

Not discussed -- who keeps all those fakakta surfboards?

But seriously, we wish all involved good luck and much success.

In other news men should do more chores, here's a liberating way to improve voter turnout, and communication is apparently a form of foreplay?

Oy veh -- have a great weekend!