(because if I was a paid writer maybe I’d be in the WGA and then I’d have to be on strike). So far, the writer’s strike hasn’t affected me much with two exceptions. And oh, how I miss them both. Due to the topicality of their…err…topics and the daily production of both shows, they were…
Category: That’s Entertainment!
Yanno…
I would like The Office a lot more (and I already love it), if it wasn’t for Michael Scott. I know, I know, I’m a geek and Steve Carrell is the best thing on the show, but whenever he shows his clueless face onscreen, I just cringe. Apparently, The Office is now on reruns on…
And in the end,
(Emmy spoilers ahoy) the deserving won the big awards. Yippee! I just love 30 Rock (and the Sopranos – seems weird that it’s all over, also, James Gandolfini and Edie Falco wuz robbed). And on a final note, please let Hollywood know: formal hair = updo. It just does. It always has. It always will….
D’oh
I didn’t like the Simpsons Movie. Sorry. (For me it topped out when they had Ralph Wiggum singing the 20th Century Fox fanfare… “Dah Dah Dah DAHHH!”… and they showed THAT on TV). Oh well. It was good to see Cletus the Slack-Jawed Yokel make his world film debut. PS – YEA Boxes!
Confession
I love, love, LOOOVE America’s Got Talent. (Ashamed of it? Yes).
I know this is a big surprise…
Gene and I went to see Knocked Up this evening. It was FUNNY. FUN-NAY. Vulgar and funny. We sat down and about two minutes later, guess who shows up? Dr. Hottie. He was a row behind us. That was surprising, but ended up being a little awkward (especially during the graphic crowning scene, yikes!). Anyway,…
rrrrrawwwwrrrr
Am I the only one who just loves it when Stephen Colbert wears cufflinks on his show? (Actually, I think I am, which is pretty sad). A man in a suit = yum.
Correction
Sharon Stone did not say that Travis Tritt tasted like a dirt sandwich. She instead said that Dwight Yoakam was as appealing as a dirt sandwich. I have quoted the former story for years and I regret the error. However, having just heard Mr. Yoakam’s version of The Clash’s Train in Vain (a/k/a Stand By…
Yaaaawnn
So I really did watch the Oscars Sunday. We turned it on late (at 9 – what self respecting awards show starts at half past eight??) and…err… I fell asleep sometime around 11 or 11:30 and woke up in time to see Lucas, Spielberg and Eastwood (?) name Scorcese the winner of Best Direction. The…
Elaine’s Super Bowl…
is tonight and is really called the Academy Awards. I’m going to call it early: The Departed for, well, just about everything. And where is Jack Nicholson’s hair???