I'm Lame. I Know.

Yeah. I watch "Big Brother." And I'm ashamed. I hate it. I hate the people. I hate how boring it can be. I hate how it's on, like, EVERY NIGHT. But still I watch. So do me a favor and click on the photo, and when you get to the BB6 site, vote for Kaysar to be returned to the house. He was the only non-annoying guy there, and he's kind of cute, and I want him to come back. (But whatever you do, do NOT click on the photo of the bald idiot in the middle.)

Thanks.

In related news, why is the font on this post so funky?


And in "How the Hell Did I Not Know This?" News

According to this article SNL's Maya Rudolph is having director P.T. Anderson's baby. I had been wondering what he's been doing recently, and realize now it wasn't "what" but "who."

OH! Snap!

Anyway, the article also talks about how he's been hanging around the set of the new Robert Altman movie and might come in to pinch-hit if Altman should collapse from a heart attack or something. He IS 80 after all.

I *Heart* Buster Bluth

This week's SFist post is now up! Oh...Buster.

I Promise To Stop Talking About My Vacation

Eventually. But first let me talk some more about What I Did On My Summer Vacation.

I got a tan. Sort of. I couldn't lay in the 110 degree heat for very long, so I stayed in the shade as much as possible.

I got stung by a fire ant while floating on a raft in the pool. (I guess it was HIS raft or something. Sheesh!)

I saw dinosaurs and learned that evolution is a bunch of baloney! For some reason, whoever manages the dinosaurs in Cabazon, California doesn't think that whole "evolution" thing is true, and the brochures available at the gift shop, as well as their official Web site, explain as much. Weird.

I touched clothes that were once worn by Ginger Rogers, and bought a purse she May or May Not Have Owned. There's a great thrift store in Palm Springs called Celebrity Seconds, and it's full of Ginger Rogers' hand me-downs. Alas, she was a size 4 (with size 6 feet) so I wasn't able to buy any of her previous outfits, but it was still amazing to check them out. It's like a costume museum where everything is for sale.

Sheer Joy

That's what I'm feeling being back at work. Days spent floating in a pool? Free breakfasts? Fresh baked cookies at night? Pshaw! Nothing's better than what I'm doing right now.

::SOB:: Take me back!

OK...I'll survive. But will CBGB?

Not All in My Head

My interview with author Paula Kamen is now up at SFist. Go, now, go!

Happy Birth-Day, Dear Musty...

A day late and a dollar short, but I felt it should be noted that this here blog is officially one year old!! It's still drooling a bit, and only just beginning to crawl, but at least the babbling is making a little more sense.

Here's to year two!

Travel Bloggin'!

You know, I didn't think the Chase Hotel in Palm Springs could get any better, but here I am, bloggin' away with free wifi while chompin' on a complimentary, freshly baked cookie, having just come back from a dip in the pool. I'd blog outside, but it's about 100 degrees out, and I'm afraid my little iBook might melt.

Alas, I leave tomorrow. The end has come too soon! I have noticed something, though. When the temperature gets to be about 110 degrees outside, it's almost the equivalent of a blizzard hitting, in that you really can't be outside for very long, so instead you're kind of trapped indoors. Not complaining, because the rooms are fab, just an observation...

Hey, look! A dinosaur! I went inside one today, and you'd never guess what dinosaurs subsisted on...

Gone Fishin'

Barring something really exciting happening in the next two days, I think it is safe to say that this here blog is on vacation. This lovely scene will be my view for four days straight. Hallelujah!

Unless, by some miracle, there is wireless access poolside, I don't think there will be much going on here until the beginning of August. I have the deepest faith in you all, and I know you will get through this difficult time with strength and fortitude.

Have fun at WORK, bitches!

I Guess My Invite Got Lost in the Mail

Maybe one of these days I'll be able to partake in this whole "TV press tour" thing, but until then I will have to make do with reports from other lucky bastards. Like this account of a press conference featuring a batshit crazy Mickey Rooney.