Entertainment... Weakly.
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Britney Spears is patching things up with K-Fed.
K-Fed just got Shar Jackson pregnant again.
I would love to know what this man has done to his genitals that makes pretty women let him impregnate them (despite being broke and douchelike).
Kevin Federline. 5 kids. 2 mothers. No job.
(waves miniature American flag)
K-Fed just got Shar Jackson pregnant again.
I would love to know what this man has done to his genitals that makes pretty women let him impregnate them (despite being broke and douchelike).
Kevin Federline. 5 kids. 2 mothers. No job.
(waves miniature American flag)
Not Just the Best of Larry Sanders. Retail: $49.99.
Now on sale at the Virgin Megastore for $24.99.
Of course, half of the sets on their shelves are on sale for $39.99.
But if you get there quick and look hard, you might just find yourself a half-priced set (like I just did!).
God bless employees that just don't care.
(waves miniature American flag)
Now on sale at the Virgin Megastore for $24.99.
Of course, half of the sets on their shelves are on sale for $39.99.
But if you get there quick and look hard, you might just find yourself a half-priced set (like I just did!).
God bless employees that just don't care.
(waves miniature American flag)
The other day, apropos of nothing (which is par for the course for me), I started thinking about L.A. Confidential (the movie). I saw it in the theaters and haven't seen it since, so there was absolutely no reason for me to start thinking about it. I don't even remember what I thought about... maybe it was that I'd recently learned about Hedy Lamarr's having invented frequency jumping (look it up, people) and I was wondering if she was featured on any of the headlines in the sleazy magazines that littered the film. Twas a fleeting thought and I would have forgotten it by now, except...
A few days later I walked into the Strand, looking for a copy of Keith Olbermann's book. They never have a copy, but I always check the Americana section (see also: the definition of crazy). When I checked this time, just below the alphabetical slot where Keith's book would have rested were I sane, was a copy of L.A. Confidential by James Ellroy (the book). At the time, I didn't make the connection to my earlier brainfart. And both of these mildly annoying tales would have been prevented from ever paining your ret'nas, except...
This past weekend, for no good reason, I watched 976-EVIL (which is how I do most of my television viewing). I guess the comic book collector mentality in me could no longer accept that there was a Stephen Geoffries (sp?) movie it hadn't seen yet.
Oh, look! It was directed by Robert Englund (Freddy Kruger)... and co-written by Brian Helgeland.
I started thinking about this today when I got home from work. I noticed the Replay box taped a movie I had never heard of before, but was intrigued by. So, as the air conditioner blows sweetly on my tired punim, I start watching The Silent Partner. Really solid thriller from 1978. Christopher Plummer plans to rob a bank, but Elliott Gould (the teller) sees it coming and gives him fake money during the robbery (keeping the real money for himself). Can't believe I've never heard of it before...
...and it's written by Curtis Hanson.
I think L.A. Confidential (the movie, with help from the book and a grant from the Chubb Group) is trying to kill me.
A few days later I walked into the Strand, looking for a copy of Keith Olbermann's book. They never have a copy, but I always check the Americana section (see also: the definition of crazy). When I checked this time, just below the alphabetical slot where Keith's book would have rested were I sane, was a copy of L.A. Confidential by James Ellroy (the book). At the time, I didn't make the connection to my earlier brainfart. And both of these mildly annoying tales would have been prevented from ever paining your ret'nas, except...
This past weekend, for no good reason, I watched 976-EVIL (which is how I do most of my television viewing). I guess the comic book collector mentality in me could no longer accept that there was a Stephen Geoffries (sp?) movie it hadn't seen yet.
Oh, look! It was directed by Robert Englund (Freddy Kruger)... and co-written by Brian Helgeland.
I started thinking about this today when I got home from work. I noticed the Replay box taped a movie I had never heard of before, but was intrigued by. So, as the air conditioner blows sweetly on my tired punim, I start watching The Silent Partner. Really solid thriller from 1978. Christopher Plummer plans to rob a bank, but Elliott Gould (the teller) sees it coming and gives him fake money during the robbery (keeping the real money for himself). Can't believe I've never heard of it before...
...and it's written by Curtis Hanson.
I think L.A. Confidential (the movie, with help from the book and a grant from the Chubb Group) is trying to kill me.
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On The View just now, Elisabeth (the perky idiot) announced to the live studio audience that their freebie for the day was the just-released DVD of Georgia Rule.
To call the reaction 'tepid' would be a delirious understatement.
But then Whoopi and Joy (for no apparent reason) decided that they were off the air.
W: "Could there have been less applause for that?"
J: "I know! They're like, 'Oh. Whatever.'"
Baba Wawa notices and asks, "Are we off-camera?"
The ten seconds of silent realization is pretty sweet. Look for it on YouTube by day's end. And on The Soup this Friday.
To call the reaction 'tepid' would be a delirious understatement.
But then Whoopi and Joy (for no apparent reason) decided that they were off the air.
W: "Could there have been less applause for that?"
J: "I know! They're like, 'Oh. Whatever.'"
Baba Wawa notices and asks, "Are we off-camera?"
The ten seconds of silent realization is pretty sweet. Look for it on YouTube by day's end. And on The Soup this Friday.
The sixth anniversary of the WTC's destruction seems like as good a time as any to give you kids one last taste of this journal (actually, it's one of the worst times to do this, but I'm being paid $22/hour to do nothing today, so I'll pretend that I'm being paid to do this).
SEPTEMBER 11, 2007
Everyone is going ca-ca coo-coo over how awful Britney was at the MTV VMAs this past Sunday. And, in all fairness, if that's what was going to relaunch her career then look for her suicide in less than a year.
And I'm being totally serious. She fired her manager, her producers, her mother(?), her husband, her publicist... the only person behind Britney now is Britney. And how's she doing since declaring the emancipation of Britney?
If you have to ask, you are not "media savvy" as they say.
So now she does what she wants, when she wants and no one can stop her.
Which also means that when it finally dawns on her just how hilariously barrel-bottom her life is (methinks shortly after KEVIN FUCKING FEDERLINE is awarded primary custody of their kids), she will drive off a cliff. Just you wait.
Anyhoodles, back to the VMAs.
Her rehearsal on Saturday at 1:00 p.m. (the day before)? She showed up at 4:30. With a frozen margarita in her hand. See, when she got off the plane, she went to her hotel room, ordered some food and frozen margaritas, got her skank on, and went downstairs to "rehearse." Wherein she refused to do the "difficult" moves (that her stand-in was easily doing).
Also, her outfit? SHE BROUGHT IT WITH HER. She refused to wear the (less revealing) outfit MTV gave her. She decided sparkly undies was the way to go.
After her performance, she broke down in tears. Then she went out drinking. And she showed her vagina to the paprazzi again.
Seriously. Give it a year.
*****
Susan Orlean (author of The Orchid Theif) recently told Lynn Redgrave (an old fat British lady) that her next book will be a biography of Rin Tin Tin, which will reveal that, prior to becoming a Hollywood movie star, he was an army dog in WWI. For Germany.
Woof.
Also, Benji hated the Chinese.*
*****
The folks behind the upcoming Star Trek movie are wooing Russell Crowe to play the villain. Yeah, good luck with that.
*****
Oh, white people who kill their children and then lie about it. Will you ever learn?
The parents of former 4-year-old Madeleine McCann claim she just up and disappeared from their lush hotel room in Portugal. Except Maddy's blood was just found in the trunk of Momma and Dada's rental car.
Whoopsie-doodle!
Sources claim that John Mark Karr is trying to claim responsibility for the murder.*
*****
Senator Larry Craig loves the taste of penis. Regardless of what his wife and/or attorney might tell you. He now claims that he only said he was guilty because he was in a panic. But not a gay panic. So he says. While wearing a butt plug made of homophobia. And latex.
*****
Diddy on Britney:
"She's a sweet girl who needs some respect."
Diddy is all about respecting women. And concern for Britney. And being a dizzouche.
*****
Colombia's most notorious cocaine trafficker, Diego Montoya (a.k.a. Don Diego, a.k.a. The Boss of Bosses), was recently captured by authorities, at which time the 230-pound legend turned to the arresting officer and said, "My name is Diego Montoya. You caught me red-handed. Prepare to indict."
*****
Thanks to Garrett for posting that video of the kid BEGGING everyone to leave Britney alone. Hilarious. It's in the Off-Topic Forum.
*****
Which ballplayer is now accused of using banned substances? Jay Gibbons of the Orioles. Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiibbooooooooooooooooooons!
Also, the Yankees are just 5 games behind Boston.
I love it.
Of course, Hughes, Mussina and Kennedy are pitching the next 3 games, so that may change quickly.
*****
VH1 (the network of has-beens) has hired Joan Rivers and her talentless daughter Melissa to work the red carpet at the Emmys.
Well done, VH1. Now, where's Brett Ratner's grandmother's show?
*****
And there you have it, folks. The final entry. The wedding is in November, followed by the move to Oregon (which we still haven't finalized). I couldn't be happier than I am right now.
Thanks to everyone that sent us their best wishes. Thanks to (almost) everyone that read my ramblings every day (back when I actually posted every day). And thanks again to Mullaney for giving us this place.
Once our theater company is up and running, E...W. will return. Just not here. Somewhere else. But I'll still skulk around the IRC from time to time.
See you in Portland, ever'buddy!
*pure conjecture
SEPTEMBER 11, 2007
Everyone is going ca-ca coo-coo over how awful Britney was at the MTV VMAs this past Sunday. And, in all fairness, if that's what was going to relaunch her career then look for her suicide in less than a year.
And I'm being totally serious. She fired her manager, her producers, her mother(?), her husband, her publicist... the only person behind Britney now is Britney. And how's she doing since declaring the emancipation of Britney?
If you have to ask, you are not "media savvy" as they say.
So now she does what she wants, when she wants and no one can stop her.
Which also means that when it finally dawns on her just how hilariously barrel-bottom her life is (methinks shortly after KEVIN FUCKING FEDERLINE is awarded primary custody of their kids), she will drive off a cliff. Just you wait.
Anyhoodles, back to the VMAs.
Her rehearsal on Saturday at 1:00 p.m. (the day before)? She showed up at 4:30. With a frozen margarita in her hand. See, when she got off the plane, she went to her hotel room, ordered some food and frozen margaritas, got her skank on, and went downstairs to "rehearse." Wherein she refused to do the "difficult" moves (that her stand-in was easily doing).
Also, her outfit? SHE BROUGHT IT WITH HER. She refused to wear the (less revealing) outfit MTV gave her. She decided sparkly undies was the way to go.
After her performance, she broke down in tears. Then she went out drinking. And she showed her vagina to the paprazzi again.
Seriously. Give it a year.
*****
Susan Orlean (author of The Orchid Theif) recently told Lynn Redgrave (an old fat British lady) that her next book will be a biography of Rin Tin Tin, which will reveal that, prior to becoming a Hollywood movie star, he was an army dog in WWI. For Germany.
Woof.
Also, Benji hated the Chinese.*
*****
The folks behind the upcoming Star Trek movie are wooing Russell Crowe to play the villain. Yeah, good luck with that.
*****
Oh, white people who kill their children and then lie about it. Will you ever learn?
The parents of former 4-year-old Madeleine McCann claim she just up and disappeared from their lush hotel room in Portugal. Except Maddy's blood was just found in the trunk of Momma and Dada's rental car.
Whoopsie-doodle!
Sources claim that John Mark Karr is trying to claim responsibility for the murder.*
*****
Senator Larry Craig loves the taste of penis. Regardless of what his wife and/or attorney might tell you. He now claims that he only said he was guilty because he was in a panic. But not a gay panic. So he says. While wearing a butt plug made of homophobia. And latex.
*****
Diddy on Britney:
"She's a sweet girl who needs some respect."
Diddy is all about respecting women. And concern for Britney. And being a dizzouche.
*****
Colombia's most notorious cocaine trafficker, Diego Montoya (a.k.a. Don Diego, a.k.a. The Boss of Bosses), was recently captured by authorities, at which time the 230-pound legend turned to the arresting officer and said, "My name is Diego Montoya. You caught me red-handed. Prepare to indict."
*****
Thanks to Garrett for posting that video of the kid BEGGING everyone to leave Britney alone. Hilarious. It's in the Off-Topic Forum.
*****
Which ballplayer is now accused of using banned substances? Jay Gibbons of the Orioles. Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiibbooooooooooooooooooons!
Also, the Yankees are just 5 games behind Boston.
I love it.
Of course, Hughes, Mussina and Kennedy are pitching the next 3 games, so that may change quickly.
*****
VH1 (the network of has-beens) has hired Joan Rivers and her talentless daughter Melissa to work the red carpet at the Emmys.
Well done, VH1. Now, where's Brett Ratner's grandmother's show?
*****
And there you have it, folks. The final entry. The wedding is in November, followed by the move to Oregon (which we still haven't finalized). I couldn't be happier than I am right now.
Thanks to everyone that sent us their best wishes. Thanks to (almost) everyone that read my ramblings every day (back when I actually posted every day). And thanks again to Mullaney for giving us this place.
Once our theater company is up and running, E...W. will return. Just not here. Somewhere else. But I'll still skulk around the IRC from time to time.
See you in Portland, ever'buddy!
*pure conjecture
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I've (temporarily) changed m'mind.
For 3 reasons.
1) I have the same do-nothing job tomorrow.
2) My future business partners may very well become my neighbors.
Without going into too much detail, Bob and Stacey moved into a two-bedroom apartment in a duplex. One of their primary reasons for doing so was so that Tere and I would have a place to temporarily crash when we move out there (these guys are the dictionary definition of "above and beyond").
Today, the other couple in the duplex gave emergency notice.
If, in fact, this place is on the up and up, then Bob and Stacey and Jed and Teresa (not to be confused with Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice) will live in the funniest house in Portland.
And, because most of you live in New York, I won't tell you what the rent is.
Serendipity is a helluva drug.
3) I was under pressure when I said I was quitting, and went into a panic. The gayest panic EVER.
For 3 reasons.
1) I have the same do-nothing job tomorrow.
2) My future business partners may very well become my neighbors.
Without going into too much detail, Bob and Stacey moved into a two-bedroom apartment in a duplex. One of their primary reasons for doing so was so that Tere and I would have a place to temporarily crash when we move out there (these guys are the dictionary definition of "above and beyond").
Today, the other couple in the duplex gave emergency notice.
If, in fact, this place is on the up and up, then Bob and Stacey and Jed and Teresa (not to be confused with Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice) will live in the funniest house in Portland.
And, because most of you live in New York, I won't tell you what the rent is.
Serendipity is a helluva drug.
3) I was under pressure when I said I was quitting, and went into a panic. The gayest panic EVER.
Attention CBNs! Impossible to find Del Close short stories will be collected (along with stuff by Ostrander, Baron, Rude, Truman, Bolland and others) in Munden's Bar Volume 1 (a collection of old Grimjack back-up stories), on sale in November.
And now, snark.
*****
Newark Mayor Cory Booker (rent Street Fight - the amazing documentary, not the Bakshi cartoon - to find out why I love him) has decided to post the names of everyone in Newark caught soliciting prostitutes.
I've been to Newark. It might take less time to post only the names of those who haven't solicited prostitutes.
*****
Remember when Mama Bloomberg ordered all the fast-food joints in NYC to post their "Nutrition Facts" (calories, fat content, ingredients, etc.) in all of their "restaurants"?
Manhattan U.S. District Court Judge Richard Holwell decided that the city can't make these fine culinary outposts tell their customers how many calories are in their "salads" and "apple slices"... at least, not yet.
If New York rewrites its current regulations, then...
You know what? I'm moving. Good. Keep mollycoddling everyone, Mike. No smoking, no trans fats, no resting my 30 pound briefcase on the empty seat next to me (on a train with 40 other open seats), no more filming in the city, no more anything fun. Good.
I imagine Portland as a utopia. And, despite Teresa's many pleas, I refuse to think differently.
So, in conclusion, I love NY, but I'm not in love with NY.
*****
Scientists have discovered a link between testosterone and autism. Insert joke about John Travolta's allegedly athletic child... here.
*****
"Bitch, I don't give a fuck about the sponsors. Bitch, I don't give a fuck about ticket sales. I don't give a fuck about these white people."
-Isiah Thomas on Knicks ticket-holders, according to Anucha Brown Sanders
Go Yankees!
*****
30,000 GIs are going to come home soon! Fantastic! W's a hero! 30,000 is a lot of troops! In fact, I believe we just sent 30,000 MORE troops there! I think one of them was named Serge.
That the Post can report on this with a straight face is mind-blowing.
*****
You know what hasn't happened in a while? Anthrax scare. Was a time when three happened every week. Now, it hardly ever does. 'Ceptin' yesterday.
A mailroom worker at 55 Water Street (Standard & Poor's) found an envelope with powder in it. People in the area got sick. Building evacuated. Eight people treated at the scene. No further word on what the powder was, who sent it...
I'll bet this shit never happens in Portland.
*****
Hey, Top Chef fans! Remember Josie from Season 2? Well, she just got brutally gay-bashed on Long Island. Apparently, "10 young people" followed her and her friends out of a bar in Sea Cliff and screamed at, spit on, and beat up Josie and her Pussycats. One woman got head injuries, the rest got bruised.
(waves miniature American flag)
I'll bet this shit never happens in Portland.
*****
The TV ads for Sean "What's My Name? No, Seriously, I Forgot! Is it still P? Diddy?" Combs' new fragrance (Unforgivable) are "too hot" even for cable TV. In the ads, Poofy fucks a model in a stairway and a hotel room. MTV has requested many many edits be made before they'll air them.
Among the offending footage:
*Piffle hikes up the model's skirt and jams his hands under her dress.
*Another woman holds the model's breast and yanks down her underwear.
*Making anyone watch Puffpiece get his freak on.
(I added the last one)
Will Puff edit the ads? Nope.
Will they air somewhere?
Do you care?
Remember Justify My Love? I watched that again the other day. T to the ame.
*****
Page Six has in its "Sightings" the following:
"Comic Wilmer Valderrama trying on blazers on the seventh floor of Saks Fifth Avenue as pal Mandy Moore looked on disapprovingly."
Wait. He's a comic now, too? Seriously? Or was that a misguided adjective?
*****
Lorne Michaels is creating a stage show for Las Vegas.
I truly hope it's a musical based on the creation of SNL. Jennifer Hudson was born to play Garrett Morris.
*****
Next up on the horribly unnecessary remake list, Billy Wilder's canonical Sunset Boulevard. The remake will be based on the musical based on the original movie (What a novel idea, right, Mel? Will? Uma? Hello?). They want Glenn Close for Norma Desmond (hmmmm... good choice...), and for William Holden's character? They want Colin Farrell (hmmmm... fuck you, Hollywood...). So... Hollywood wants Colin Farrell for Sunset Blvd. and Russell Crowe for Star Trek XXVMII. Hollywood needs to read the trades more often.
*****
The jury in Phil Spector's murder trial finished Day Two of deliberations. Still no verdict.
He'll walk.
*****
The evidence in the Maddy McCann disappearance isn't just blood. It's hair. Lots of Maddy's hair. Which was found in the trunk of the rental car that her parents rented... over three weeks AFTER she allegedly disappeared.
Enjoy prison, Mr. and Mrs. Evil.
*****
More good news that comes from Maddy's disappearance:
Because of the current outrage in Britain over the (alleged) actions of the McCanns, Miramax will hold off on releasing Ben Affleck's directorial debut (Gone Baby Gone) there.
You're welcome, Britain!
*****
Why wasn't Melissa Morin, 17, allowed to use her senior photo in the Merrimack High School yearbook in New Hampshire?
a) she was tearing up a picture of the Pope
b) her t-shirt said "Buck Fush"
c) she was holding a red flower and "props" are forbidden
d) she's Chinese
The answer in a moment.
*****
Kia Vaughan submitted a "voluntary discontinuance" of her lawsuit against Don Imus (Kia plays woman's basketball for Rutgers). No reason was given. But it's assumed that she dropped the charges on account of her head being nappy. Or her ho-ness.
*****
AZ Lyrics Universe? Lyrics.com? Sing365.com?
Enjoy them whilst ye can...
*****
The answer is C. For reals.
*****
Kathy Griffin (gag) won an Emmy (huh?!?!) for her painful TV show. Her acceptance speech will be severely edited by E!
But not by me.
"A lot of people come up here and thank Jesus for this award. I want you to know that no one had less to do with this award than Jesus. Can you believe this shit? Hell has frozen over. Suck it, Jesus, this award is my God now."
Naturally, The Catholic League (not to be confused with The Justice League or The Human League) has already started bunching up their panties and dermanding that the TV Academy "denounce Griffin's obscene and blasphemous comment."
Sure they will. Right after Colin and Russell sign their contracts.
I'll bet this shit never happens in Portland.
*****
So tired.
Must stay awake.
80 more minutes of... nothing...
G'night!
And now, snark.
*****
Newark Mayor Cory Booker (rent Street Fight - the amazing documentary, not the Bakshi cartoon - to find out why I love him) has decided to post the names of everyone in Newark caught soliciting prostitutes.
I've been to Newark. It might take less time to post only the names of those who haven't solicited prostitutes.
*****
Remember when Mama Bloomberg ordered all the fast-food joints in NYC to post their "Nutrition Facts" (calories, fat content, ingredients, etc.) in all of their "restaurants"?
Manhattan U.S. District Court Judge Richard Holwell decided that the city can't make these fine culinary outposts tell their customers how many calories are in their "salads" and "apple slices"... at least, not yet.
If New York rewrites its current regulations, then...
You know what? I'm moving. Good. Keep mollycoddling everyone, Mike. No smoking, no trans fats, no resting my 30 pound briefcase on the empty seat next to me (on a train with 40 other open seats), no more filming in the city, no more anything fun. Good.
I imagine Portland as a utopia. And, despite Teresa's many pleas, I refuse to think differently.
So, in conclusion, I love NY, but I'm not in love with NY.
*****
Scientists have discovered a link between testosterone and autism. Insert joke about John Travolta's allegedly athletic child... here.
*****
"Bitch, I don't give a fuck about the sponsors. Bitch, I don't give a fuck about ticket sales. I don't give a fuck about these white people."
-Isiah Thomas on Knicks ticket-holders, according to Anucha Brown Sanders
Go Yankees!
*****
30,000 GIs are going to come home soon! Fantastic! W's a hero! 30,000 is a lot of troops! In fact, I believe we just sent 30,000 MORE troops there! I think one of them was named Serge.
That the Post can report on this with a straight face is mind-blowing.
*****
You know what hasn't happened in a while? Anthrax scare. Was a time when three happened every week. Now, it hardly ever does. 'Ceptin' yesterday.
A mailroom worker at 55 Water Street (Standard & Poor's) found an envelope with powder in it. People in the area got sick. Building evacuated. Eight people treated at the scene. No further word on what the powder was, who sent it...
I'll bet this shit never happens in Portland.
*****
Hey, Top Chef fans! Remember Josie from Season 2? Well, she just got brutally gay-bashed on Long Island. Apparently, "10 young people" followed her and her friends out of a bar in Sea Cliff and screamed at, spit on, and beat up Josie and her Pussycats. One woman got head injuries, the rest got bruised.
(waves miniature American flag)
I'll bet this shit never happens in Portland.
*****
The TV ads for Sean "What's My Name? No, Seriously, I Forgot! Is it still P? Diddy?" Combs' new fragrance (Unforgivable) are "too hot" even for cable TV. In the ads, Poofy fucks a model in a stairway and a hotel room. MTV has requested many many edits be made before they'll air them.
Among the offending footage:
*Piffle hikes up the model's skirt and jams his hands under her dress.
*Another woman holds the model's breast and yanks down her underwear.
*Making anyone watch Puffpiece get his freak on.
(I added the last one)
Will Puff edit the ads? Nope.
Will they air somewhere?
Do you care?
Remember Justify My Love? I watched that again the other day. T to the ame.
*****
Page Six has in its "Sightings" the following:
"Comic Wilmer Valderrama trying on blazers on the seventh floor of Saks Fifth Avenue as pal Mandy Moore looked on disapprovingly."
Wait. He's a comic now, too? Seriously? Or was that a misguided adjective?
*****
Lorne Michaels is creating a stage show for Las Vegas.
I truly hope it's a musical based on the creation of SNL. Jennifer Hudson was born to play Garrett Morris.
*****
Next up on the horribly unnecessary remake list, Billy Wilder's canonical Sunset Boulevard. The remake will be based on the musical based on the original movie (What a novel idea, right, Mel? Will? Uma? Hello?). They want Glenn Close for Norma Desmond (hmmmm... good choice...), and for William Holden's character? They want Colin Farrell (hmmmm... fuck you, Hollywood...). So... Hollywood wants Colin Farrell for Sunset Blvd. and Russell Crowe for Star Trek XXVMII. Hollywood needs to read the trades more often.
*****
The jury in Phil Spector's murder trial finished Day Two of deliberations. Still no verdict.
He'll walk.
*****
The evidence in the Maddy McCann disappearance isn't just blood. It's hair. Lots of Maddy's hair. Which was found in the trunk of the rental car that her parents rented... over three weeks AFTER she allegedly disappeared.
Enjoy prison, Mr. and Mrs. Evil.
*****
More good news that comes from Maddy's disappearance:
Because of the current outrage in Britain over the (alleged) actions of the McCanns, Miramax will hold off on releasing Ben Affleck's directorial debut (Gone Baby Gone) there.
You're welcome, Britain!
*****
Why wasn't Melissa Morin, 17, allowed to use her senior photo in the Merrimack High School yearbook in New Hampshire?
a) she was tearing up a picture of the Pope
b) her t-shirt said "Buck Fush"
c) she was holding a red flower and "props" are forbidden
d) she's Chinese
The answer in a moment.
*****
Kia Vaughan submitted a "voluntary discontinuance" of her lawsuit against Don Imus (Kia plays woman's basketball for Rutgers). No reason was given. But it's assumed that she dropped the charges on account of her head being nappy. Or her ho-ness.
*****
AZ Lyrics Universe? Lyrics.com? Sing365.com?
Enjoy them whilst ye can...
*****
The answer is C. For reals.
*****
Kathy Griffin (gag) won an Emmy (huh?!?!) for her painful TV show. Her acceptance speech will be severely edited by E!
But not by me.
"A lot of people come up here and thank Jesus for this award. I want you to know that no one had less to do with this award than Jesus. Can you believe this shit? Hell has frozen over. Suck it, Jesus, this award is my God now."
Naturally, The Catholic League (not to be confused with The Justice League or The Human League) has already started bunching up their panties and dermanding that the TV Academy "denounce Griffin's obscene and blasphemous comment."
Sure they will. Right after Colin and Russell sign their contracts.
I'll bet this shit never happens in Portland.
*****
So tired.
Must stay awake.
80 more minutes of... nothing...
G'night!
I've forgotten how much fun I have doing this. As I said before, once our theater company is up and running, the plan is for each of us to have our own blogs. Granted, I doubt E... W. in its current form would be a comfortable fit on a website for a not-for-profit childrens' theater, but I know that once we're in OR, most of my energy will go towards building this place. And I doubt I could afford a subscription to the Post.
So... might as well use m'quarters while I can...
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The Auncha Browne* Sanders case is pretty grim. Stephon Marbury (one of the Knicks) testified that he had sex with a drunken team intern (the foreplay: "Are you going to get in the truck?" "Yes."), who he naturally didn't know was drunk at the time.
Stephon also admitted that he called Ms. Whatever her name is a "bitch," while she claims it was "black bitch."
You'll forgive me, but Cartman has made the addition of "black" to an insult amusing in certain circumstances (he calls the other kids "you black asshole," which is funny to me because he's made of paper and talks funny and the kids are white and I'm going to stop digging now). A giant black man calling a giant black woman "a black bitch" (as if either needed reminding of what her race was; or as if the epithet was derogatory) is similarly funny to me (but funny odd more than laugh-out-loud funny).
I sure hope Al Sharpton stopped reading my journal...
*****
Every time I hear that kid in the Verizon ad say, "You should see his truck" to his dad in that commercial, I honestly feel a little ill.
*****
New York and New Jersey residents pay more in property taxes than the rest of the country. As much as $6,500 a year over the national median.
I'll bet taxes are lower in Portland.
*****
Magnolia Bakery is opening an Upper West Side shop!
Too bad their cupcakes are horrible. Yeah, I said it.
You want a good cupcake? Get a Caramel Apple at Crumbs. You want the best cake and pie you'll ever eat? Go to Good Enough To Eat. You want an overpriced status symbol that tastes like something out of Gristedes' dumpster, Magnolia wil begin renovations in October.
*****
Did you know about the ExxonMobil oil spill in Newton Creek on the Brooklyn/Queens border? Apparently, it's the largest oil spill the U.S. has ever suffered. But, if that's the case, why haven't I heard about it?
Because it happened in 1950.
It was estimated at 17,000,000 gallons of spilled oil. But a new study says it might be closer to 30,000,000 gallons.
To date, ExxonMobil has successfully removed... 9,000,000 gallons.
Even by their original estimation, that's just over half of the spill removed OVER THE LAST 57 YEARS.
But they now estimate that they'll have it all cleaned it up by 2026.
9 gallons over 57 years, the other 21 in 19. Uh-huh.
Wouldn't it be great if more of their record profits went towards stopping the continued health hazards to our neighbors in Greenpoint?
*****
Rudy Giuliani's campaign manager just jumped ship... to the Hillary Clinton camp. "I'm not voting for Rudy. I'm supporting Hillary Clinton," said Fran Reiter. Fran was also Rudy's deputy mayor during his first term.
So, his kid hates him, his campaign manager and deputy mayor hates him, and he married his cousin.
America's mayor, indeed.
*****
Israel successfully destroyed a long-range missile base in Syria (Happy New Year, bitches!). They believe that North Korea is helping Syria and Iran build nuclear weapons.
Please don't tell any of the above parties where Portland is.
*****
Charles B. Lewitzke is suing Wal-Mart, Unilever Home & Personal Care USA, and Helen of Troy Ltd.
Unilever used to own Brut (cologne for men). Helen currently does. Wal-Mart sells it. That's where Charles bought his Brut. Then he went home and put it on his hands, chest and neck. Then, it ignited.
One of my elementary school gym teachers used to wear so much Brut, you could smell him from miles away... maybe I should forward his contact info to Helen of Troy, Ltd.
Mr. Forcelli would make a great character witness.
*****
Star of TV and music (so I'm told) Eve had her alcohol-monitoring anklet removed on Saturday morning. She went straight to Caesars Palace, where her assistant asked a Svedka promoter to send a case of vodka to her house.
And that's one to grow on!
*****
Jeff Beacher (he runs some club in Vegas that has midgets and comedy or somesuch) is offering Kid Rock and Tommy Lee a chance to settle it like talentless attention whores.
He's offering a $1,000,000 purse for a boxing match between the two former Mr. Pamela Andersons.
That'll buy a lot of penicillin, boys!
*****
The guy who went to prison in 1994 for sexually abusing 9-year-old Katie Beers (remember his underground dungeon?), Mr. Sal Inghilleri, 54, was released in June of 2006 after serving 12 years (did I mention the underground dungeon where he kept her prisoner?).
And wouldn't you know it? He failed to register with the authorities after he moved out of a Bay Shore hotel in March! And now the cops can't find him! Oopsie doodle!
I truly hope someone is keeping him in an underground dungeon and repeatedly kicking his bathing suit area.
*****
Peggy Noonan referred to Mitt Romney as looking "like a senior account executive on Mad Men."
Welcome to the zeitgeist, Rich!
*****
A 16-year-old followed the pregnant assistant manager of Better Burger on 19th and 8th to 14th and 7th yesterday. Then he grabbed the deposit bag she had and dragged her(on her stomach!) for 10 feet before fleeing with it. This happened at 4:40 p.m.
A year ago, I might have been at the Time Machine (14th and 7th). I might have heard the struggle and ran down to help. I might have tackled the 16-year-old, made the papers, earned a reward... I could have become... Captain Swell! I could have made a costume and auditioned for Who Wants To Be A Superhero! Met Stan Lee! Never had sex again!
Whew! Bullet dodged!
Also, three Good Samaritans caught the kid and found the money.
*****
Speaking of To Catch A Predator, remember Rabbi Joel Kolko? He was the guy who (amusingly) freaked out when the cameras appeared (imagine Woody Allen's possible reaction when Mia found the Soon-Yi pics). He's currently facing charges for molesting two of his students.
Make that three.
They've just added a six-year-old to his list of victims.
Yeah... so long as NBC figures out a way to not hinder the prosecution, I hope this show airs forever.
*****
Ed Koch says that all Democrats should speak out against MoveOn.org's recent New York Times ad.
At least that's what I think he said (he was making mouthsex on a man at the time).
*****
Boston isn't playing tonight, so the Yankees could make it 4 1/2 games if they complete the sweep. That would be nice.
Then, if we swept Boston, we'd be 1 1/2 behind them. That'd be even nicer.
Also, welcome back, Moose.
*****
Have a nice day, kids!
*Doesn't it seem like only yesterday that her name was "Anucha Brown Sanders"? Well, it was. Which is correct? Beats me. God bless The New York Post.
So... might as well use m'quarters while I can...
*****
The Auncha Browne* Sanders case is pretty grim. Stephon Marbury (one of the Knicks) testified that he had sex with a drunken team intern (the foreplay: "Are you going to get in the truck?" "Yes."), who he naturally didn't know was drunk at the time.
Stephon also admitted that he called Ms. Whatever her name is a "bitch," while she claims it was "black bitch."
You'll forgive me, but Cartman has made the addition of "black" to an insult amusing in certain circumstances (he calls the other kids "you black asshole," which is funny to me because he's made of paper and talks funny and the kids are white and I'm going to stop digging now). A giant black man calling a giant black woman "a black bitch" (as if either needed reminding of what her race was; or as if the epithet was derogatory) is similarly funny to me (but funny odd more than laugh-out-loud funny).
I sure hope Al Sharpton stopped reading my journal...
*****
Every time I hear that kid in the Verizon ad say, "You should see his truck" to his dad in that commercial, I honestly feel a little ill.
*****
New York and New Jersey residents pay more in property taxes than the rest of the country. As much as $6,500 a year over the national median.
I'll bet taxes are lower in Portland.
*****
Magnolia Bakery is opening an Upper West Side shop!
Too bad their cupcakes are horrible. Yeah, I said it.
You want a good cupcake? Get a Caramel Apple at Crumbs. You want the best cake and pie you'll ever eat? Go to Good Enough To Eat. You want an overpriced status symbol that tastes like something out of Gristedes' dumpster, Magnolia wil begin renovations in October.
*****
Did you know about the ExxonMobil oil spill in Newton Creek on the Brooklyn/Queens border? Apparently, it's the largest oil spill the U.S. has ever suffered. But, if that's the case, why haven't I heard about it?
Because it happened in 1950.
It was estimated at 17,000,000 gallons of spilled oil. But a new study says it might be closer to 30,000,000 gallons.
To date, ExxonMobil has successfully removed... 9,000,000 gallons.
Even by their original estimation, that's just over half of the spill removed OVER THE LAST 57 YEARS.
But they now estimate that they'll have it all cleaned it up by 2026.
9 gallons over 57 years, the other 21 in 19. Uh-huh.
Wouldn't it be great if more of their record profits went towards stopping the continued health hazards to our neighbors in Greenpoint?
*****
Rudy Giuliani's campaign manager just jumped ship... to the Hillary Clinton camp. "I'm not voting for Rudy. I'm supporting Hillary Clinton," said Fran Reiter. Fran was also Rudy's deputy mayor during his first term.
So, his kid hates him, his campaign manager and deputy mayor hates him, and he married his cousin.
America's mayor, indeed.
*****
Israel successfully destroyed a long-range missile base in Syria (Happy New Year, bitches!). They believe that North Korea is helping Syria and Iran build nuclear weapons.
Please don't tell any of the above parties where Portland is.
*****
Charles B. Lewitzke is suing Wal-Mart, Unilever Home & Personal Care USA, and Helen of Troy Ltd.
Unilever used to own Brut (cologne for men). Helen currently does. Wal-Mart sells it. That's where Charles bought his Brut. Then he went home and put it on his hands, chest and neck. Then, it ignited.
One of my elementary school gym teachers used to wear so much Brut, you could smell him from miles away... maybe I should forward his contact info to Helen of Troy, Ltd.
Mr. Forcelli would make a great character witness.
*****
Star of TV and music (so I'm told) Eve had her alcohol-monitoring anklet removed on Saturday morning. She went straight to Caesars Palace, where her assistant asked a Svedka promoter to send a case of vodka to her house.
And that's one to grow on!
*****
Jeff Beacher (he runs some club in Vegas that has midgets and comedy or somesuch) is offering Kid Rock and Tommy Lee a chance to settle it like talentless attention whores.
He's offering a $1,000,000 purse for a boxing match between the two former Mr. Pamela Andersons.
That'll buy a lot of penicillin, boys!
*****
The guy who went to prison in 1994 for sexually abusing 9-year-old Katie Beers (remember his underground dungeon?), Mr. Sal Inghilleri, 54, was released in June of 2006 after serving 12 years (did I mention the underground dungeon where he kept her prisoner?).
And wouldn't you know it? He failed to register with the authorities after he moved out of a Bay Shore hotel in March! And now the cops can't find him! Oopsie doodle!
I truly hope someone is keeping him in an underground dungeon and repeatedly kicking his bathing suit area.
*****
Peggy Noonan referred to Mitt Romney as looking "like a senior account executive on Mad Men."
Welcome to the zeitgeist, Rich!
*****
A 16-year-old followed the pregnant assistant manager of Better Burger on 19th and 8th to 14th and 7th yesterday. Then he grabbed the deposit bag she had and dragged her(on her stomach!) for 10 feet before fleeing with it. This happened at 4:40 p.m.
A year ago, I might have been at the Time Machine (14th and 7th). I might have heard the struggle and ran down to help. I might have tackled the 16-year-old, made the papers, earned a reward... I could have become... Captain Swell! I could have made a costume and auditioned for Who Wants To Be A Superhero! Met Stan Lee! Never had sex again!
Whew! Bullet dodged!
Also, three Good Samaritans caught the kid and found the money.
*****
Speaking of To Catch A Predator, remember Rabbi Joel Kolko? He was the guy who (amusingly) freaked out when the cameras appeared (imagine Woody Allen's possible reaction when Mia found the Soon-Yi pics). He's currently facing charges for molesting two of his students.
Make that three.
They've just added a six-year-old to his list of victims.
Yeah... so long as NBC figures out a way to not hinder the prosecution, I hope this show airs forever.
*****
Ed Koch says that all Democrats should speak out against MoveOn.org's recent New York Times ad.
At least that's what I think he said (he was making mouthsex on a man at the time).
*****
Boston isn't playing tonight, so the Yankees could make it 4 1/2 games if they complete the sweep. That would be nice.
Then, if we swept Boston, we'd be 1 1/2 behind them. That'd be even nicer.
Also, welcome back, Moose.
*****
Have a nice day, kids!
*Doesn't it seem like only yesterday that her name was "Anucha Brown Sanders"? Well, it was. Which is correct? Beats me. God bless The New York Post.
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Asaf is a man of his word. Well played, old man.
But, in the interest of full disclosure, Dave got it wrong.
While it is true that I said something that made Mr. Dave Buckman laugh to the point of vomiting, he made it to the bathroom before the puking started. All we saw was him laugh, laugh, laugh and then cover his mouth and run into the bathroom.
The noises he made were so cartoonish in nature, we were almost positive that he was kidding. If you were performing a harold and someone offstage wanted the audience to know he was vomiting, these are the noises he'd make. The other poker players (Mac, were you there that night? I know Ike was. Was Mullaney? Lindbergh? Gee?) were in hysterics. And just when our cackling would subside, Buckman would elicit another vomitous shriek and we'd crack up again.
We could no longer concentrate on cards, so we just started chatting. But Dave's puking would constantly interrupt us, so we started watching TV. Then we heard the shower start. Ten minutes later, Buckman exits the bathroom in a towel, with all of his clothing in a plastic bag. He went straight to his room, dressed and re-entered the game as if nothing had happened.
"Dave, do you want to tell everyone what just happened?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Dave, either I can tell everyone what just happened or you can. But the story will be told."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Jed."
"Fine. Everyone, Dave threw up so hard that he shit his pants."
Dead silence.
"Exhibit A: Who showers after vomiting? Brush your teeth? Yes. Wash your face and hands? Sure. Shower? Only if you shit yourself. Exhibit B: Even if he threw up on his shirt, Dave put ALL of his clothes in a plastic bag; because they had doodies on them. Exhibit C: Look at him sweat as he denies this evidence."
"Jed, I did not just shit myself. No way."
"Dave, I don't want to go into your room, but I will. And I will find that bag. Shouldn't be too hard, what with the doody smell and all. Or, you can own up to the truth."
"Jed..."
"Look, Bucky. I'm going to tell this story for the rest of my life. It can either end with 'and to this day, Dave denies it' or 'but Dave finally owned up to it and we all had a good laugh.'"
Dead silence, until Dave meekly offered, "It was just a little bit."
Why Dave would want people to think that he threw up on us and our poker game is beyond me, but I'm glad that one of my all-time favorite stories ended with my good friend Dave admitting to his poker buddies that he laughed so hard he puked and puked so hard he shit himself.
I miss Buckman.
Asaf is a man of his word. Well played, old man.
But, in the interest of full disclosure, Dave got it wrong.
While it is true that I said something that made Mr. Dave Buckman laugh to the point of vomiting, he made it to the bathroom before the puking started. All we saw was him laugh, laugh, laugh and then cover his mouth and run into the bathroom.
The noises he made were so cartoonish in nature, we were almost positive that he was kidding. If you were performing a harold and someone offstage wanted the audience to know he was vomiting, these are the noises he'd make. The other poker players (Mac, were you there that night? I know Ike was. Was Mullaney? Lindbergh? Gee?) were in hysterics. And just when our cackling would subside, Buckman would elicit another vomitous shriek and we'd crack up again.
We could no longer concentrate on cards, so we just started chatting. But Dave's puking would constantly interrupt us, so we started watching TV. Then we heard the shower start. Ten minutes later, Buckman exits the bathroom in a towel, with all of his clothing in a plastic bag. He went straight to his room, dressed and re-entered the game as if nothing had happened.
"Dave, do you want to tell everyone what just happened?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Dave, either I can tell everyone what just happened or you can. But the story will be told."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Jed."
"Fine. Everyone, Dave threw up so hard that he shit his pants."
Dead silence.
"Exhibit A: Who showers after vomiting? Brush your teeth? Yes. Wash your face and hands? Sure. Shower? Only if you shit yourself. Exhibit B: Even if he threw up on his shirt, Dave put ALL of his clothes in a plastic bag; because they had doodies on them. Exhibit C: Look at him sweat as he denies this evidence."
"Jed, I did not just shit myself. No way."
"Dave, I don't want to go into your room, but I will. And I will find that bag. Shouldn't be too hard, what with the doody smell and all. Or, you can own up to the truth."
"Jed..."
"Look, Bucky. I'm going to tell this story for the rest of my life. It can either end with 'and to this day, Dave denies it' or 'but Dave finally owned up to it and we all had a good laugh.'"
Dead silence, until Dave meekly offered, "It was just a little bit."
Why Dave would want people to think that he threw up on us and our poker game is beyond me, but I'm glad that one of my all-time favorite stories ended with my good friend Dave admitting to his poker buddies that he laughed so hard he puked and puked so hard he shit himself.
I miss Buckman.
The wedding was everything we hoped it would be. Guests from all over the country congregated and ate and drank their fill. And, despite every weather report predicting torrential rain for the entire day, not a drop fell. In fact, as my brother noted, the second Teresa appeared to be led down the aisle, the sun came out and lit our nuptials (sp?).
Thanks to everyone who came out. Both of the Resniks love you all.
And now, the honeymoon. See you in 8 days, IRC.
Stay classy.
Thanks to everyone who came out. Both of the Resniks love you all.
And now, the honeymoon. See you in 8 days, IRC.
Stay classy.
Our Neutrino show opens on Friday night at the Hollywood Theater (it is a stunning old movie house - think The Music Box in Chicago, but much bigger). We are all really excited. Bob (Ladewig for those keeping score) put together three trailers for the show. Here they are.
ROMANTIC COMEDY:
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ROMANTIC COMEDY #2:
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HORROR MOVIE:
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If you're in the Portland area, swing by. If you aren't, just watch these and pretend you are.
ROMANTIC COMEDY:
[youtube]na2R8h3NIQc[/youtube]
ROMANTIC COMEDY #2:
[youtube]paG4wn1dATg&NR=1[/youtube]
HORROR MOVIE:
[youtube]4BHfkAE0bIc&feature=related[/youtube]
If you're in the Portland area, swing by. If you aren't, just watch these and pretend you are.
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Wow.
Just found out that JTS Brown might be doing a reunion show at this year's CIF.
Huh.
On the one hand, I have so much going on in Portland right now that I can't imagine travelling to Illinois in April. On the other hand, I haven't played with this group in something like 8 years, and would LOVE to get the band back together.
But then I might be in California for a birthday party. But then when would I ever again get a chance to be onstage with Ike and TJ and Gee and all those guys again?
Sigh.
My gut tells me I should go, if for no other reason than to hear Christina's horrible, horrible Jason Chin impression.
Just found out that JTS Brown might be doing a reunion show at this year's CIF.
Huh.
On the one hand, I have so much going on in Portland right now that I can't imagine travelling to Illinois in April. On the other hand, I haven't played with this group in something like 8 years, and would LOVE to get the band back together.
But then I might be in California for a birthday party. But then when would I ever again get a chance to be onstage with Ike and TJ and Gee and all those guys again?
Sigh.
My gut tells me I should go, if for no other reason than to hear Christina's horrible, horrible Jason Chin impression.
According to one of the 38 free Portland weeklies, when Britney Spears exited the bathroom that she locked herself (and one of her unfortunate children) in, she was wearing nuthin' but panties. She started screaming at the police (and firemen and paramedics and jugglers and everyone else at her in-home circus), "What the fuck are you doing in my house?" and "I don't need your fucking help!" and "You will do as I say!"
And when the police asked her to please put on some clothes, Britarded put on a see-through nightie.
When the police tried to drape something over her, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Don't cover me up! I'm fucking hot!"
Awesome.
And when the police asked her to please put on some clothes, Britarded put on a see-through nightie.
When the police tried to drape something over her, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Don't cover me up! I'm fucking hot!"
Awesome.
Even though it means a great deal to have me there with her, my wife has decided that the JTS Brown reunion is important enough to me that I am excused from the California trip. There still exists an off-chance that I can do both, but, if not, I will rejoin my old ha-ha-make-em-up partners in Chi-town for the CIF.
I really really love my wife. She is the absolute greatest. And cute, to boot.
Tonight is the Neutrino premiere. So nervous. So excited. The Portland community is so welcoming and supportive of new artistic endeavors. We've been publicized by some of the local weeklies (there should be a fairly big article in this Tuesday's Portland Tribune; we already have a piece in the SW Examiner (or is it NW?) that was originally an article on Portland ComedySportz but, since the reporter stayed for the longform show that the 6 members of the Curious Productions board were doing after the CSz shows were over, the article became about us, too - to be fair, Bill and Betse also performed in the CSz shows, so it wasn't a total hijacking per se). They even published a photo of us (minus Bob, sadly)!
I think I'll die in Oregon. 'snice here. And there's no sales tax.
Also got a chance to talk (at great arduous length) to my old pal, Lindberg. Of all the people in Chicago, he prolly made me laugh the most. We have very similar senses of humor. We had a performing language that was so strong. Bob and I are rediscovering a similar bond, but I doubt I will ever be as comfortable on stage with anyone as much as I was with ol' Lindy.
Welp. I gotsta go help set up for the big night. Wish us luck. Who knows? Maybe one day, we'll even have our own forum on the IRC! LOL!
I really really love my wife. She is the absolute greatest. And cute, to boot.
Tonight is the Neutrino premiere. So nervous. So excited. The Portland community is so welcoming and supportive of new artistic endeavors. We've been publicized by some of the local weeklies (there should be a fairly big article in this Tuesday's Portland Tribune; we already have a piece in the SW Examiner (or is it NW?) that was originally an article on Portland ComedySportz but, since the reporter stayed for the longform show that the 6 members of the Curious Productions board were doing after the CSz shows were over, the article became about us, too - to be fair, Bill and Betse also performed in the CSz shows, so it wasn't a total hijacking per se). They even published a photo of us (minus Bob, sadly)!
I think I'll die in Oregon. 'snice here. And there's no sales tax.
Also got a chance to talk (at great arduous length) to my old pal, Lindberg. Of all the people in Chicago, he prolly made me laugh the most. We have very similar senses of humor. We had a performing language that was so strong. Bob and I are rediscovering a similar bond, but I doubt I will ever be as comfortable on stage with anyone as much as I was with ol' Lindy.
Welp. I gotsta go help set up for the big night. Wish us luck. Who knows? Maybe one day, we'll even have our own forum on the IRC! LOL!
