We’re hoping to adopt a pair of kittens tonight. Assuming no one comes to get them today, we’ll go get these two cats tonight:
Now we’re working on names. I’ve had the following suggestions:
1. Tweedledee & Tweedledum
2. Boris and Natasha (the grey looking one is a Russian Blue breed)
3. Shadow and Wednesday (from American Gods)
4. Boris and Ms. Pickle (courtesy of Ellen)
Any other suggestions? Leave comments, please!
A recent suggestion (from me):
5. Max and Ruby (a la Rosemary Wells)
…who I met today. Working at Bruce Weber’s studio, a loft in Soho, I’ve gotten to meet some cool people–Bruce, who is a fairly well known director–as well as some very famous dogs (True, and the rest of the cast of “A Letter to True”–see prior blog entry). However, today was a red-letter day in the “meeting cool people” catagory. I’m setting up some equipment and Michele calls me and nods towards the center of the room where a man who looks very familiar is standing talking. I do a double take and it’s none other than “The Great One”, number 99, Wayne Gretzsky! He’s a really nice guy, his wife is still seriously attractive, and he was very friendly. I surrepticiously took this terrible picture with my Treo (yeah, I know…trust me that that’s him on the far right, in a grey overcoat):
I’m sick of this election and I’m embarassed over the results. The rest of the world must look at us and just shake their heads. And, honestly, I’m only partially upset about the moron we elected president–I’m more upset about the 12 states that decided that gays and lesbians don’t get the same rights that heterosexuals do. I think the record numbers of narrow minded sheep out there just goes to show that a person can be smart, but people are idiots.
Looking through the kids bags o’ crap, I was thinking about some of the candy I liked as a kid, and realized that some of it just isn’t made anymore. Of course, I looked online, and was looking for a specific type of candy that I used to love called “Razzles”, which was this weird candy that turned into gum. I assumed that they didn’t exist anymore. Then I found Hometown Favorites. This place is WONDERFUL! All the old candies and gifts and stuff that are really hard to find.
I’m gonna stock up on Razzles! Maybe some licorice pipes! 😉
With every fiber of my being, I want to congratulate all those weary Sox fans who have stuck by the most painful team in sports, year in, year out. I want to congratulate those people who have waited and waited for this moment, the Red Sox winning the World Series. I want to congratulate the people who was sure The Curse would be lifted, and their team would eventually vanquish the Yankees and win it all. And most of all, I want to congratulate the players, the “Idiots,” who came back from a 3-0 deficit against the Yankees to win 8 consecutive post season games and the Series.
But I can’t. Not even a little. Sorry!
So last night, I’m sleeping and am awakened in the middle of the night by Katie, who is visiting our room for the second time that night. It’s probably 3 AM or so and here’s something like the conversation:
Kim: Katie, what’s wrong with your bed, honey?
Katie: there’s nothing real in there.
Kim (lovingly sarcastic as exhaustion can make you): What, are all the stuffed animals imaginary?
Katie: none of them are real. There’s nothing real in there.
So, she climbed in for a bit. She was lonely, but needed something “real.” I guess it’s good to be that, at least.
This courtesy of someone’s Flickrblog. The line was “why do you need to carry a cameraphone?” and the answer was, “for moments like these.”
Plastic Stormtrooper suit? $90. 7-11 Salad? $3. Filling up right before wreaking havoc on the unarmed planet of Alderan? Priceless.
Bruce Weber, one of our clients, has a new movie out called “A Letter to True”, which the NY Times called “A love letter to his dogs.” He has a bunch of beautiful Golden Retrievers and I was at his loft today doing some work. And True, star of stage and screen, was all over me wanted to be petted, nudging me with his nose any time I stopped, along with co-stars Rain (who kept batting at me with her paw when I stopped petting HER) and Polar Bear (who spent the day looking out the window).
Isn’t he just TOO cute?
Here’s some excerpts from a New York Times article:
IS Jon Stewart being coy?
In a recent dust-up with Tucker Carlson on CNN’s “Crossfire,” Mr. Stewart defended a soft interview he conducted with John Kerry. He wasn’t a commentator on CNN, like Mr. Carlson, he said, but a host on “The Daily Show,” which is on Comedy Central.
“The show that leads into me is puppets making crank phone calls,” he said.
Whether he likes it or not, Mr. Stewart’s mix of news and satire has become so successful that the comedian is suddenly being criticized for not questioning his guests with Tim Russert-like intensity.
Some critics insist that the size of Mr. Stewart’s audience should force him to take a more serious approach. “The Daily Show” now attracts more 18- to 34-year-old viewers than the network news. And the 13-minute CNN segment with Mr. Stewart has been downloaded or streamed from the Internet more than 1.5 million times, surpassing the viewership of “Crossfire” itself.
“Stewart needs to be more self-aware,” wrote Dan Kennedy, a media critic at The Boston Phoenix, an alternative magazine, on his blog. “By offering serious media criticism, and then throwing up his hands and saying, in effect, ‘Hey, I’m just a comedian’ every time Carlson took him on, Stewart came off as slippery and disingenuous. Sorry, Jon, but you can’t interview Bill Clinton, Richard Clarke, Bill O’Reilly, Bob Dole, etc., etc., and still say you’re just a comedian.”
The “Crossfire” conflict supports the charge that the line between television news and entertainment is blurred beyond all recognition, said Darrell West, a political scientist at Brown University and author of “Celebrity Politics.”
“Each side is still uneasy with the other because they have a self image that is different from the reality,” he said. “Tucker was complaining that Stewart wasn’t being funny. He wasn’t wanting commentary, he wanted entertainment. And Stewart wanted to take advantage of the show to make some serious statements.”
Getting more serious doesn’t mean buttoning-up. Mr. Stewart’s success and access to the youth vote give him the power to press guests without fearing that they will never return to the show, said Lizz Winstead, a co-creator of the show and now a co-host of a news and comedy show on Air America, the liberal radio network.
“Jon should be the guy who asks the satirical questions,” she said. “He wouldn’t have to nail someone and make them uncomfortable, but since Jon is so brilliant at being satirical, why not say to Richard Perle on the show, ‘Did you ever think of calling your book ‘Confessions of a Chicken Hawk?’ “
I totally disagree with this premise. Just because you CAN be more effective than those making political commentary, doesn’t mean you need to. Look at Dennis Miller. In my opinion, he’s lost whatever he had. More people hear the flippant remarks that Jon Stewart drops as jokes, and either believe them (even though it’s ‘comedy’) or at least let them sink in than those who are struggling through Crossfire. And, more importantly, people are open to Jon Stewart as a comedian. They don’t go in expecting him to hammer on someone to get his agenda across, a.k.a., Crossfire. Instead, he has a receptive audience who can enjoy what he is doing–being funny while still being smart.
In the wake of network after network thinking that the only thing we should find funny is either a, someone being brutally beaten by police officers, or b, a puppet making crank calls, Jon Stewart is FUNNY in the way Letterman used to be. Witty, humorous commentary can often last much longer, and be much more effective than the “Hard Hitting Interview.”
And, Stewart won’t GET the guests he gets now if he does start that. People don’t come on his show to be ambushed, and once the slogan “5 reporters, 1 news show, 0 credibility” has to be thrown out the window because they’re gotten credibility, he just becomes one more journalistic hack.
My 2?.
OK, the Red Sox won, and honestly, they deserved to win. They played better, especially in the endgame parts of the past few games. Also, Schilling was a warrior of epic proportions last night. I’m not really that upset. I’m mostly tired, and glad that I’m not compelled to stay up and watch FOX for the next 10 days until 12:30 or so, minimally.
However…I have a conspiracy theory. I’m not normally the one that comes up with these things, but this makes an eerie sense.
If you were going to have the Yankees throw the series, who would you approach to do it? Who is the ONE guy that you know will be in there in most of the wins, and who can turn it around subtly? Mariano Rivera, of course. Two blown saves in a row for the best reliever in post season history–by a lot.
Ok, now i think Mariano is a great guy…and he probably is. But if you were an underworld figure, or someone with some resources and wanted to show Mariano that he’d better do what you were telling him to, how would you convince him? Not money, he’s already very rich. Would you threaten his family? And to show you meant business if he didn’t comply, or threatened to go to the police, would you kill his family? No, you’d kill someone close, but not his family. That keeps the threat alive.
Did we forget that he came back for game 1 from the funeral of his close, but not immediate family, killed in a freak pool accident? In Panama, do you think that sort of thing would be hard to cover up?
So…it’s crazy, I know, but it IS a bit scary. It could easily be true.