This YouTube video is fantastic.  It sets a montage from The Office–emphasis on Michael and Dwight–to Justin Timberlake’s Sexy Back.  Even if you don’t love the office in full, you’ll love this video…

Friday Night LIghts is on.  I love this show.  I’m not even sure exactly why, but I adore it.

Now, let’s talk old Katie Couric.  For the first time since she started the nightly news I watched it.  And something is wrong with her eyes tonight.  Eye surgery, maybe?  One of the things that always made her unassuming and like the rest of the world was her droopy eyes.  Maybe it was just a funky eyebrow waxing, but something was off.

Howard Stern is getting married again.  I knew he would.  That old Beth wouldn’t be able to stay Miss O. forever.  She’s from Fox Chapel, just across the Hulton bridge here.  Wonder if the big day will be here. I doubt it.  Howard will have six more kids in the next ten years.  Hahahahaha.

 The snow is beautiful.  The ice on every surface, tree branch, and bush makes our yard look like a giant jewelry box of diamonds.  Love it. 

 Hope all is well with everyone!

PS,

Buddy Garrity is repulsive and ridiculous beyond words.  Anyone agree?

Oh, and X-tina A.?  She has one hell of a voice.  Her Grammy performance was outstanding.  Out of all the girls in her pop singer “class” she’s by far the best.  And yes, she’s from here.  Pittsburgh.  I know, grow up, Kathie.

 

My mother took Jake and my nephew to see Stomp so I’m killing time ’til it’s over, sitting in a Starbucks that looks out on 6th Street, across from Heinz Hall.  Love this seat.  Love the cultural district. 

 And I do love Oakmont.  But, I think we def. need to move back to the city after the kids either go to or graduate from college. 

When we lived in the city we were in Shady Side which is not near the cultural district, but has its own advantages.  There’s just so much activity and life in the city that’s different than the burbs.

One big difference is people in the burbs seem to close their curtains more. 

And I know this because I like to look in windows.  Not because I’m hoping to see Susie homemaker or Patrick her husband cooking in the nude.

I’m interested in people’s decorating styles, more than anything.  A friend of mine and I used to walk at night, yakking about life and analyzing everyone’s decor and what it said about them, especially in comparison to the upkeep of their house exteriors. 

We even spent three days trying to find a pumpkin paint color we’d seen in someone’s living room.  We didn’t feel as though we should knock on the door and inquire the brand.  However, if we happened by when the owner was outside, we would have asked.

This is considered nosy to many.  But to a lot of our neighbors, they appreciated people noticing their status quo in case someday something was wrong.  Well, yes, I could have provided such information easily.

Like when the woman on the corner of Kentucky and Blank Street painted her dining room a blazing red after years of bland white, I knew something had gone awry.  Apparently her husband left her for another woman with the children she never could have herself.  Yes, that deserves nice red paint.  And it deserves neighbors who notice.

cause now I caught the puke disease my son has…or it’s simply the reading of that AOL article…

I have to comment on Anna Nicole Smith.  MOstly because I feel so bad for her daughter  and who knows what the hell will happen to her.  And that lawyer of Anna Nicole’s–oh, that’s why I’m so sick–it’s his face splattered over the TV.

He seems so incredibly slimy and I can’t stomach him getting any of her money or custody of even her gooffy dogs.  Someone, somewhere must rescue that baby.  A nice foster family from the midwest, perhaps?

I could not leave my venomous, judging of the judgemental asshole post at the top…it just didn’t feel very nice.

 So, I’m going to wow you with nothing much:

On the lighter side, it was 7 degrees when I got in the car this morning as opposed to -2.  Yeah, there’s good news.

Oh and the other thing I wanted to say evaporated from my mind…It’ll come back just hold on…

Five minutes later–

It’s not back yet.  So I’ll post it later, whatever it is.

I adore that show–all versions of it.

But they’ve hit a low point tonight with Criminal Intent.

They took a page from the Murder She Wrote script book.

Which, by the way, I love that show, too so saying L & O sunk to a new low isn’t accurate, but it was all that came to me.  Yes, I realize liking MSW  puts me on par with 75 year old women, but I used to watch MSW every day.  Qunicy, Magnum PI, Columbo, and that show with the guy who’s now playing a superhero, but used to be a detective…my mind’s really going now…I watched those all the time before kids.  But I am 75, right?

Anyway,

Law and Order is using the idea of a war re-enactment gone wrong as part of their plot.  Well, the first thing that came to mind was the civil war R.E. on Cabot Cove in 1985.  Old Henry May (or whatever his name was) bit the dust in just the same way as the guy on Law and Order.

Good stuff, either way you see it.

Hope all is well with everyone.

I’m working on the first draft of a novel which I’ll have done in five weeks or so.

I’m also reading love letters. Yes, that’s right.  My great great grandmother kept all the love letters she wrote to her boyfriend (soon to be husband) in 1882.  He lived in Des Moines, Iowa and she lived in Storm Lake, Iowa.  She was 18 and he was about the same.

The letters are amazing.  First for their timelessness and veiled sexual longings.  And also for the historical view into rural pioneer life.  Yes, these could be Laura Ingalls’s letters.

I have the orignal letters (my mother typed them and I’m reading from computer copies) and to save money, they wrote around the paper so that you have to turn it when the words reach the end of one side of the paper.  It’s amazing to think they needed to do this.

Most interesting is that eventually these two lovers end up divorced.  Yes in the early 1900,s people got divorced.  I have a feeling my g.g. grandmother’s pent up feminism go the best of her.  MOre to come on that.

Anyway, I’m going to use these letters in some way in a future book. I just can’t decide whether to take the straight historical fiction vein or do something more magical with a combo modern day/historical thing…any suggestions?

 

 

This one’s hilarious, but long.  If you watch thirty seconds or so, you’ll get the picture.  It’s very funny, though–kind of the ivy league’s/trust fund baby answer to angst filled rap called “Smirnoff Tea Partay.”

And the one below is just funny to anyone drawing breath–it could also be turned into one of those “Do you need to get away?”  ads for Southwest airlines or whomever does that ad.  Check it out… it’s called “The Copier”

 

I don’t know what’s wrong with this girl, but this video of her trying to pump gas while the paps take 4100 photos of her makes me feel really bad for her.  But knowing every move you make is on film, shouldn’t you be tutored in the basic skills of life?  Seriously, pumping gas is the adult equivilent of toddlers learning to use sippy cups.  You simply shouldn’t be allowed to own a car without knowing how to pump some gas.  And I don’t believe there isn’t someone in her life who can show her the ropes.

https://dlisted.com/2007/02/02/britneys-got-the-runs/