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Month: May 2001 (Page 4 of 7)
Shouldn’t the leader of the free world know that it’s pronounced ‘nuclear,’ not ‘nuncular’? Is that too much to ask? Or is that just another one of his endearing quirky dumbnesses?
Fantastic casting on the 35-year-old Mrs. Landingham on The West Wing tonight. The look, the words, the voice were all perfect. How do they keep hitting it out of the park?
Sometimes pop culture can be deeply disturbing. On Entertainment Tonight tonight, Gwyneth Paltrow was discussing wearing a 300-pound fat suit in her next movie, “Shallow Hal.” It chilled me to the bone to hear tiny, bony-pretty Paltrow say that she was so glad she could be part of a project that was all about “people being proud of themselves and who they are, no matter how they look.” Lots of shots of Gwynnie’s actual 300-pound body double, said to be similarly thrilled, although she didn’t say that on camera, of course. No shots of Paltrow in the suit – don’t want to freak people out, after all. Actually put on the pounds, then we’ll talk. Some people can’t shed their sub-par appearances so easily, Gwyneth.
Just got back from a screening of (hold on to something) “Josie and the Pussycats.”
Amazing fact #1: Yes, I paid full, after 5 p.m. price to see this film.
Amazing fact #2: We were not the only people in the theater.
Amazing fact #3: It was actually pretty entertaining, considering how badly it could have sucked.
Perhaps I’ve been brainwashed by the subliminal messages embedded in the film, but there were definitely some funny and (I can’t believe I’m saying this, stop me) clever moments. Qualified therapists, please call or e-mail me immediately.
And after seeing this film, I have just two words for you: BODY GLITTER!
Celebrity nickname which must be scrubbed from the minds of everyone on earth with a wire brush, so there’s no chance of it ever being uttered again, especially by Ebert or Roeper: J-Lo.
Happy Mother’s Day
I love you, Mom.
I spent the afternoon yesterday sitting out on the patio of my building overlooking the lake. No one usually goes out there, since most people have their own private porch/sunroom. I sat out, reading Microserfs (more on the book later), and feeling the breeze blow. It was green and blue and cool and wonderful. I’m lucky.
Great writing, period. Go read it. (stolen from Tin Man)
P.S. This post and the previous one are just a coincidence. I swear.
Learning about homosexuality with The Simpsons:
(Marge is trying to tell Homer that his new friend John the antiques dealer is gay)
Marge: He….prefers the company of men!
Homer: Who doesn’t?