Lynn was here for Christmas and it was a lovely time. We saw the Apple Tree with Kristin Chewowith (which I lurved), Chorus Line (which we all lurved) and did a bunch fo stuff. We went to the Bronx Zoo on Christmas Day, bumbled around Dumbo and the Museum of Design. it was a fun week-end.;
"This boy-and-his-dragon fantasy set in a land bristling withe Tolkienesque nomenclature and earnest British actors is as lacking in fresh ideas as Tim Allen's Manager."
Do you see the problem here?!?
When blogging via e-mail (as one must do from the LA office), one is limited in what he can post or link to. Let me say that the best headline in the world is the "top viewed" at MSNBC this morning:
Report: K-Fed was having fling with porn star
But 'they're just friends who have sex,' says a source
Go here to see it: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15516594/
I blame Gavin. Well actually I blame Sean Corchran.
So, last night Gavin and Micky took me to Sushi Happy Hour. Big beers $3.50 Big Sakes $3.50. Spicy Tuna Roll / Salmon and Avocado Roll / Eel Roll: $2.50 each (for 6 pieces.
But ever since Sean took us to the Sushi in Japan where the freshly cut up fish kept trying to breath, I haven't been able to choke down sushi. Therefore, I ate very little. But we hung out for a while, so what is a boy to do.
I had a 5:30 wake up because I started meetings here at 6:30 AM and was on the phone until 10:30. I feel tres gross.
I am in LA, and therefore stuck to blogging by mail only. Short status. The desert was wunderbar. It was warm sunny and we saw friends.
We also had a young guest (Cameron is 8). Cameron and Trevor feel in Lurve! They played and played and played - then Trevor slept with her. It was his first night not in the room with Eddie and I and he was all snuggled up with her. It was cool.
Trevor was great on the plane out. In Palm Springs he spent two days with Scout (Muffin's dog) and that totally tired him out. Then Cameron came and he played with her. Then, right before Ed and Trevor flew back, we took him to Muffin's for a good-bye romp with Scout. Ed said he hasn't really woken up yet :-).
I am here at LA work until Wednesday.
This is a pciture of Sydney, my friend Bridget's daughter. She is really adorable. But here is the funny part. They just got a cat (pictured above) and named it Oscar.
Humpy Pose for Scooter
‘I’m faithful to my wife’Haggard told Denver's KUSA-TV late Wednesday that “I've never had a gay relationship with anybody, and I’m steady with my wife, I’m faithful to my wife. So I don't know if this is election year politics ... or what it is.”
The acting senior pastor at New Life, Ross Parsley, told KKTV-TV of Colorado Springs that Haggard admitted that some of the accusations were true.
Above is Scott and Trevor, Jocylen, Les and Evan is in the front (Charlie looks just like Evan, but he is way in the background).
There are 8 of them, which seems to be too much to remember and write for, but there is good news here. First, they pair them all up (ta-da) and Second the writers seem to forget about 75% of them in any episode.
So the hilarity starts with the boy and girl underlined in Red. He goes to the reunion because, well he was only going to kill himself anyway - and what is a few hours later. Here he falls for the dizzy girl (underlined in red) and they go to dinner.
Here is where it gets "better", it is a great dinner at the diner andafterwards they talk on the phone in the car. Which so distracts him he runs over her and puts her in a wheelchair. This is all on day 1. (Apparently "meeting cute" is big in the writer's room.) The writers set this up for a while, by the way he is really really really smart, worked at a internet firm and made millions, but then was a wistle blower and lost it all. Now he drives toxic waste to New Jersey. Ha Ha.
But the laughs get better. Wait for it. He and the wheelchair girl end up falling in love an dating. Only problem - he is already married. And he is married to Darlene from Rosanne, who someone failed to tell this was a comedy - because she is smokin' bitter. Every time Darlene steps on the set the comedic feel (already thin) is broken and we are really watching a tired whipped suicidal man trying desparetely to connect to a half-girl / half-woman he has incapacitated and to whom he lies to about being married. Mirth abounds.
Now let's move on to the characters with the purple lines over their head. They were elementary and high school sweet hearts. Not clear what happened yet, but they grew apart. He is now a stupid lunk head contractor hunk who lives in his mother's basement. She is "trapped" in a loveless marriage with a famous ex-football star. They spend the night after the 3rd grade reunion in bed (until his mother wakes them up with a rousing "Dear! how nice to see you again." which the laugh track finds uproarious).
At the beginning her husband, the football player, threatened her, but apparently that didn't play well, so now he is just a really nice guy. A nice guy who's wife is cheating on him. And the football player hires the contractor, at his wife's suggestion and complaint, to redo their house. Because the guy who lives in his mom's basement is a contractor. (Of course, if you can't make money in the last few years as a contractor, you should look for a new line of work.)
The hunk from 3rd grade, by the way, has a little hero-man-crush on football player (although not in the same way he likes the football players wife) and they are now friends. Not great friends, seeing how he is sleeping with the guy's wife, but friends. In order to tie this couple to the to the 2 people in the first paragraph. He hires Mr. Unhappily-Married-Toxic-Waste-Driver to help drywall (in the verb sense, not the noun sense) his mistress' husband's house.
Nailgun hilarity insues.
Now to the bright green side bars. This is Mr and Miss Perfect. Mr and Miss P went to the Prom together, but she found him that night in bed with another guy. At the Prom. By the way, at my prom they didn't keep beds and other guys - but it sounds like a PAR-tee to me. Well, she is still bitter, and he is still guilty. So, boviously, they become friends.
Meanwhile - she hasn't been asleep since Prom night. No, she has married a gigantic queen of a boy (who named their daughter Oprah - because he is a fan). He has married a Latin gorgeous hunk of a guy. The running joke is that Miss Pretty (now Mrs. Queenie) can't understand the Latin's accent (which is of the "Corintheian Leather" variety) and her husband (Mr. Queenie) can't keep his eyes off the hunk. Mr Married-Queen, by the by, has yet to appear in a scene without a pink swater tied around his shoulders. At first I thought this was a bad gay joke, now I think the writer's are just trying to keep track of everyone.
The Mr. Gay ex-Prom date is reduced here to pacifing the Latin hunk and trying desperately to hope now one remembers him in this show. Day to day they are tied to the other members of the show - not so much. Really, they might as well be on their on show, "Gay Father Knows Best and Here Come the Brides".
Now the other two in the picture. I feel sorry for them. I think the nerd in the middle was suppose to be the star and the anchor of the friendships.
And, I think they meant "anchor" like Monica's apartment on friends. Not "ancor" like piece of lifeless metal dropped into the ocean, which is what he is.
The other girl is a punk crazy girl. Twin sister of the scared of life wheelchair girl. And, unlike Hally Mills or even Patty Duke, these two were not raised apart. No they are twins that don't look alike or talk alike or dress alike or even appear to be near the same ages - but they are twins because otherwise they couldn't have been in 3rd grade together. They just have nothing in common. so I think the nerd and the punk were suppose to be together, but they have no chemistry.
Imagine that. The nerd and the punk have less chemistry than a married audultorer that drives toxic waster and the girl he ran over.
To quote Kelly Clarkson (from both her albums) it is "Such a Beautiful Disaster."
I will not be called for this. UCLA playd Notre Dame tough on TV. UCLA did not embarass themselves and our definese was good. Our team played them close. I could see how people could say, "Oh, you must have wished them did this."
So yesterday Eddie and I ventured across the river (by Ferry) to Hoboken. It was the x-ity x Hoboken Art Walk. Apparently a lot of Artists live in Hoboken for the cheap rents and good spaces. This is what the ad said.
The ad lied. Apparently a lot of Artists live in Hoboken because they are so horrible they can't afford to live anywhere else. And these weren't bad Artists as in "I just don't understand how human urine pour'ed over a water color of Bible" bad, but more like "I have been doing the paint by numbers for 4 years now and I am so close to staying in the lines this time" bad.
We started at City Hall where a number of the Artists' children had set up spaces. No wait, these were actually the "Artists". Strike 1.
Und zo... we headed out in Hoboken, which is a really cute little gentrified 4 story brick village. It was nice. We ended up trying 2 galleries. The first was the "lonely man" photographer - you know. He travels alone, smokes - eats too much and takes artistic picture of London man-hole covers, close up's of rusty padlocks, a medium distance picture of a lonely sunset with part of the London Ferris wheel in the distance, but all un-populated. I hate these pictures - as a genre, although some were nice. Ed hated the fact that the temporary "space" was a holistic Chinese Tai Chi studio complete with the plink plunk 3-chord music that has you waiting for he owl screech. Strike 2
As you can imagine, we started to head back, but there was one more lonely sign and set of balloons up the road, so we went. Around the back of an old factory and into the upper reaches where an Argentinean guy worked absolute magic with steel and concrete. I mean this stuff was great. Not just for Hoboken, but great period. It was beautiful.
So we bought this really cool thing which will be delivered on Wednesday and I will post pictures. And then after 2 horrible restaurant strike-outs (1 hour wait to sit in Strike 1 and half an hour sitting in one with no waitress)), we went to a little Mexican restaurant which was about the closest food to heaven I have had here. A taquito, really honest guacamole, chicken enchilada and steak burrito. Heaven, I was in Heaven.
So close to missing it all after Strike 2.