October 1, 2010
interweber:
Sounds about right.

interweber:

Sounds about right.

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September 27, 2010

Watch a Girl Get Caught Eating Her Boogers in Background of Live Newscast

This is awful! I’ve been horrified to catch myself doing a Liz Lemon slouch in the background of Bloomberg live shots before, but that is NOTHING compared to this soul.  And it’s probably a small local newsroom with an insane news director.  Perfect.

http://tv.gawker.com/5649157/girl-caught-eating-her-boogers-during-news-broadcast

nedhepburn:

“If rent goes up anymore next month I’m going to key that fucking landlord’s car”, said Kermit, exhaling fastidiously.  “And another thing,” he said “I’m not sitting in a car while you and  Genevieve swan around Home Depot for eight straight hours   forgetting that all you went in for was a goddam broom and come out with  half your share of the electric bill in knick-knacks”.
He ashed and looked out the window.  “Your coffee’s going cold”, I said. “Fuck the coffee”, said Kermit. He was silent for a while as he stared out the window.  “I really miss Miss Piggy”, he said after a long minute, and took a deep sigh. “We all miss Miss Piggy”, I said. “You don’t even fucking know the half of it”, said Kermit, and as he  turned to me I saw that he was close to crying, his eyes dewy and round like the midday sun behind a bank of clouds.  He’d been like this for the last three weeks. Sure, some things would  bring him out of it, but the next day it’d be right back to this -  staring out of the window or furrowing his brow in a newspaper. I  thought of something to say.  “Genevieve and I are going to D.C”, I said. “To the Jon Stewart rally. You know. It’ll be a good time.” “Fuck that”, said Kermit, exhaling through his nose and ashing his  cigarette for the third time that minute “I’m not sitting in a car for  eight straight hours from Chicago to some lawn in D.C while you - “ “You don’t have to hurt us”, I snapped curtly to Kermie “It’s not our fault she moved on” “Fuck you”, said Kermit. I knew that I wasn’t going to get any more out of him that morning.
“Have it your way”, I said.  He didn’t reply. “Do you want any more coffee?”, I said, standing over the sink, ready to  pour the still hot remains of the pot of strong coffee into the sink. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking”, said Kermit.  “I - “ “Y’know”, Kermit interrupted “Y’know, I can be a real asshole some times, huh?” I laughed. “Yeah, yeah you can” “I’m sorry.” “It’s alright”, I said, and for once his eyes showed a familiar spark. He seemed happy, if only for a brief second. “I think I will have the rest of that coffee”, he said, and took a sip  of what was left. I poured the rest in, and he looked at me.  “It’s not easy being green”, he said.  “I can only imagine, Kermit”.
We were silent and finished our coffee while I read the newspaper.

nedhepburn:

“If rent goes up anymore next month I’m going to key that fucking landlord’s car”, said Kermit, exhaling fastidiously.
“And another thing,” he said “I’m not sitting in a car while you and Genevieve swan around Home Depot for eight straight hours forgetting that all you went in for was a goddam broom and come out with half your share of the electric bill in knick-knacks”.

He ashed and looked out the window.
“Your coffee’s going cold”, I said.
“Fuck the coffee”, said Kermit.
He was silent for a while as he stared out the window.
“I really miss Miss Piggy”, he said after a long minute, and took a deep sigh.
“We all miss Miss Piggy”, I said.
“You don’t even fucking know the half of it”, said Kermit, and as he turned to me I saw that he was close to crying, his eyes dewy and round like the midday sun behind a bank of clouds. He’d been like this for the last three weeks. Sure, some things would bring him out of it, but the next day it’d be right back to this - staring out of the window or furrowing his brow in a newspaper. I thought of something to say.
“Genevieve and I are going to D.C”, I said. “To the Jon Stewart rally. You know. It’ll be a good time.”
“Fuck that”, said Kermit, exhaling through his nose and ashing his cigarette for the third time that minute “I’m not sitting in a car for eight straight hours from Chicago to some lawn in D.C while you - “
“You don’t have to hurt us”, I snapped curtly to Kermie “It’s not our fault she moved on”
“Fuck you”, said Kermit. I knew that I wasn’t going to get any more out of him that morning.

“Have it your way”, I said.
He didn’t reply.
“Do you want any more coffee?”, I said, standing over the sink, ready to pour the still hot remains of the pot of strong coffee into the sink.
“I’m fine. Thanks for asking”, said Kermit.
“I - “
“Y’know”, Kermit interrupted “Y’know, I can be a real asshole some times, huh?”
I laughed.
“Yeah, yeah you can”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright”, I said, and for once his eyes showed a familiar spark. He seemed happy, if only for a brief second.
“I think I will have the rest of that coffee”, he said, and took a sip of what was left. I poured the rest in, and he looked at me.
“It’s not easy being green”, he said.
“I can only imagine, Kermit”.

We were silent and finished our coffee while I read the newspaper.

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September 23, 2010

Surprises

David Fincher and Aaron Sorkin taped a segment today.  They were both sweet and funny. 

I don’t like reblogging

My Gawker TV Post: http://tv.gawker.com/5639181/watch-the-awful-conservative-version-of-the-soup

New conservative entertainment channel Right Network is backed by Kelsey Grammer and represented by a “Gazelephant.” Sounds like an excellent investment, right? Before we write that check, let’s check out Leftovers, their right-wing version of The Soup!

(da doo da- watching video clip)

Ouch. Get a robot, style him like the teens we see at the mall but don’t let him show any emotion, rip-off The Soup’s virtual set, reuse an old sitcom laugh track and throw in some Kirstie Alley fat jokes: the viewers will love it! Even the commenters on the Leftovers pageare pretty critical of the host Adam Yenser (and the edgy language like “pissed” and “dick”). To give them credit, the Farmville/throw your money in the trash directly joke did make me laugh. Share your thoughts below!

HuffPo Regurgitation: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/09/16/right-network-leftovers_n_719629.html

RightNetwork, the newly launched conservative TV network, is up and running with their new series entitled “Leftovers,” a low-budget program that attempts to provide satire on a smattering of the “top stories in news, politics and entertainment.”

The show, which Gawker precisely notes looks a lot like a clone of E’s “The Soup,” is remarkably unremarkable.

Instead of “The Soup’s” charismatic Joel McHale, viewers are left with Adam Yenser. He looks sort of like an android who doesn’t yet possess the capacity to use facial expressions, a trait he could learn from McHale, who is a true expert at this. Yenser is proficient enough at reading text from a teleprompter, but his delivery comes off as remorseful or pained. It looks like he’s never really sure if what he’s saying is actually funny, and most of the time it’s not

….Okay, so I don’t even like the stupid text I came up with in five minutes to accompany the Leftovers clip, but I did find that shit.  Less surreal and more annoying than the WSJ China reporter who used my personal website blog post of an article pending publication in The Forward as his sole source of proof of Chinese fraud in kosher food production.

Yay!

January 3, 2009

Delicious Hulu Fruits

Tried to sit through First Knight on Hulu for giggles.  This then led to reading the transcript of the Martin Lawrence SNL rant about the decline of feminine hygiene, yikes.

December 13, 2008

Borges from The Art of the Tale

http://www.phinnweb.org/links/literature/borges/aleph.html

I remember first reading him in my first semester freshman year writing seminar, and not really penetrating The Garden of Forking Paths and Labyrinths (Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius and Pierre Menard, Author of Don Quixote). But in the past few months, I read two of his short stories that were awesome: The Aleph which is pirated above and The Secret Miracle which I may have swooned over in a previous post.  I don’t know if I should be ashamed or not from also devouring Hair Jewelry by Margaret Atwood in the same Halperin collection (His one act play anthology from around the world is also awesome).  I remember reading The Blind Assassin in high school one summer spent babysitting and encountering Vonnegut and Incubus (yikes), and loving it.