November 27, 2007
I have this problem where I listen to a lot of music but almost never read any music journalism, so I never know what’s going on with anything.
CASE STUDY 1: Last year I stumbled on this band Television. I thought they were really great! They had this fantastic retro-pastiche punky sound. I thought. I happened to be talking about them to my friend R. one day. “Have you heard of this band Televsion?” I said. “They’re really great. They sound like a band from the 70s, but in this totally cool way.”
“Hmmm,” R. said. “Do you maybe mean Television, a band that was big in the actual 70s?”
(That’s exactly what I meant.)
CASE STUDY 2: I like to talk to my dad about music. He’s pretty cool. I’ll say things like “Hey, do you know about this outfit Fairport… something, Fairport Fairgrounds, something like that?” and my dad will say “Do you perhaps mean Fairport Convention?” and I’ll say “YES! Fairport Convention!” and he’ll say “You realize that this is a band that’s older than you are.”
And I’ll say “…well, no, I didn’t. Actually.”
And he’ll say “What is wrong with you.”
CASE STUDY 3: Recently I saw a picture of a man with a really fine beard. I happen to like men with beards. I think they’re, I don’t know, fetching. Anyway, I was admiring this picture of a guy with a beard, drinking a cup of coffee (the guy, not the beard. It wasn’t a sentient beard or anything.) and then I turned to my friend and said “Who do you think this guy is?” and she said “…that’s Dan Bejar.”
And she said: “Seriously, who is Dan Bejar? He’s in Destroyer. He’s in the New Pornographers! You love those bands! How don’t you know this?”
“Someone in Destroyer has a beard? They don’t have a very beardy sound, do they?”
And my friend, being polite and kind, looked at me like I was an idiot, but said nothing.
November 20, 2007
I made my friend D. go to the WGA march on Hollywood over lunch (assistant power! We’ll totally shut down the town by not answering phones! During our lunch break.)
1) We couldn’t figure out – being late arrivals – if Alicia Keys was there, or if they were just playing Alicia Keys CDs. Loudly. This brings up several additional questions:
a. Is Alicia Keys a big union person?
b. Or did the organizers just think “Oh, you know those writers. HUGE R&B fans. Huge.”
2) I was near a group of SEIU folks. They were so cool. They had DRUMS. And CHANTS. And RHYTHM. All around them, writers – being naturally kind of nerdy, easily-embarrassed people, clapped awkwardly and hesitantly agreed that, yes, When we strike, we win and, indeed, This is union territory. It was very touching. Awww.
3) There were young people in dark suits handing out pastries. These young people in dark suits, I eventually realized, were not agency assistants, but Scientologists.
a. Are Scientologists big union people?
b. No one was eating their pastries.
(Thanks to Danelle for the picture, and for going with me, and for not laughing hysterically when I tripped over a curb, ahahaha.)
A loose-cannon white marshall/gourmand and a black, straight-arrow preacher lock horns over the treatment of frontier hookers– with hilarious (and tasty!) results!
November 13, 2007
Cookbook and Script Writers(Action Western
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November 13, 2007
So you know The Onion (America’s Finest News Source!), yes?
They also make gift boxes. Not with actual gifts inside or anything ridiculous like that. Just the box, so you can package up whatever last-minute crapfest of a present you bought at 7/11 on the way over.
I’m pretty crushed that this kit doesn’t exist. I’m on fire with longing to own the “Hong Konger”.
November 12, 2007
This morning I finally managed to bring the striking writers outside the studio foodstuffs. Well, because it was warm out, I brought them orange juice. And plastic cups, because I’m thoughtful and classy.
“I brought you this juice,” I said.
“Thank you,” a writer said. “It’s hot out here!”
“Whoo, JUICE,” another writer said. “Bless you, and thank you for not bringing us donuts.”
“…heh, yeah, what kind of FOOL would be bringing you donuts?”
And then I put the juice down and said “Well. Good luck.” and then FLED BACK INSIDE TO ANSWER PHONES.
Like everyone else, I have been enjoying this video: Voices of Uncertainty, wherein CEOs of huge media conglomerates, men who are RICH LIKE OPRAH, brag about how freakin’ much money they’re making on new media.
I have discovered the blog Late Show Writers On Strike, which is by and about, er, The Late Show writers. Who are on strike. And whatnot.
At first I was all “Hee hee hee! These guys are hilarious!” and then I got that bitter feeling you get when you realize that someone is funnier than you are:
Q: What is life like on the picket line?
It’s actually far more dangerous than the media is reporting. Careless handling of picket signs has resulted in several mild corneal abrasions. For more informaiton visit http://www.webmd.com/eye-health/corneal-abrasions.
Q: Will the networks attempt to use the writers’ strike, particularly if it is an extended strike, to cancel “Airwolf”?
“Airwolf” was cancelled in 1987.
But then I got over my bitterness, because people in general do not make nearly enough Airwolf jokes.
Contemporary TV dramas could, I feel, feature more eyepatches.
Here is the theme sequence: HE IS PLAYING HIS CELLO BY A LAKE YOU GUYS. And there are great shots of Eyepatch Guy.
November 12, 2007
HA HA HA!
“At least two of my five homes could be in danger!”
“A year from now, you’ll probably go to the movies, and it’ll be mostly just explosions and people bumping into each other.”
This person is hilarious.
November 11, 2007
You should read this high-larious article by the delightful Neal Pollack, Striking Writer. In fact, if you click on only one link on this fine Sunday afternoon, you should click on that one. And then scroll down to the photo captioned “Neal Pollack Fights The Power”.
Wait, I lied! If you click only TWO links this fine Sunday, you should read about Neal Pollack and then you should go watch this clip my aunt Jenny (HI, AUNT JENNY!) sent. It’s from the British sketch comedy series “Man Stroke Woman”. It’s rather good.