Why is it that when you IMDB Scott Baio, there’s no mention of “Joanie Loves Chachi”? What, he was embarrassed? It wasn’t that big of a hit? I sure watched it.
These are the pressing questions of my life, people. Please, placate me.
Okay, I’m a liar, it is in his bio, but way, way, way below the other stuff. Okay, whatever, it’s in chronological order, but still, I didn’t think there were THAT many years between that show and “Charles in Charge.”
Do you remember this variety show from the late 70s or early 80s that featured a caucasian male American host with two very pretty lady cohorts from Japan called the Pink Ladies? I don’t think they really spoke English, but they were big in Japan, and wanting to capitalize on that, they made up this random show, where each episode ended with the bikini-clad Pink Ladies got the guy host dressed in a tux to go into a hot tub with them in the end.
Okay found a picture, thanks to Tony. And it was with an article entitled “Possibly the Worst Show in the History of Television.” Yea!
Nothing like the prospect of the sun burning out to put your petty office grievances into perspective. Saw Danny Boyle’s “Sunshine” on Friday night, and I LOVED it. It had a lot of disconcerting neat visual and audio effects, and featured three of my favorite things about movies:
* anything sci-fi or that shows life in the future (this includes “The Jetsons”)
* anything that is even mildly existential
* anything that features Asians (not including porn) (This had three! Two from Asian and one from the U.S. Woo hoo!)
My friend Nancy says I have to give up and just accept that I’m Asian and into it. *sigh* My long identity as an atheist Jew is dissolving slowly….
Oh, man, it seems to me American business culture rewards the folks who can brag at meetings but don’t necessarily do the work behind the scenes, and as someone who has trouble with listing my individual achievements in an aggressive manner, I am staying in a positively mediocre corporate path. Folks who excel at kissing up and sound like a corporate borg in public succeed. I like doing a good job and working hard, but I don’t like participating in meetings, unless they are actually about getting work done. I mean, isn’t the path to happiness not through emphasizing our personal accomplishments but focusing on the bond we have with others? (I believe that, though have trouble focusing on that at times.)
Sure, I could dismiss this favoritism of excellent face time as a business flaw, except it probably happens in the arts too. I mean, don’t all documentary filmmakers hate Ken Burns b/c he hogs all the grant money up? What about Robert Wilson? Surely, he’s not the only one out there that likes to fill up a football-size exhibit full of random stuff and call it art, right?
So get ready, starting Monday, I’m going to be so freaking perky about work people won’t recognize me.
Oy, I lift weights and do cardio three times a week and do cardio on my “off” days, when what I really want to do is just watch TV, drink wine, and eat ice cream EVERY DAY. What if I just give up and wear a sack for the rest of my life, like these:
I can get them in like crushed blue velvet so my friends won’t be embarrassed by me. Someone else at work asked if I was expecting this morning. Ha ha ha ha.
I love when pop stars go to Korea and dress up. It’s pretty entertaining. I just wish I could post the picture of Britney Spears dressed in traditional Korean gear. That was rad.
And not to belabor the point, but did you know my mother was concerned in my dating days that the size of my cranium would be a turn-off to men? She saw it on “Friends.” Joey apparently rejected a girl on this basis. And I’m like, thanks, Ma, like I don’t have enough complexes.
No way! No way! NO WAY! Dude, he’s leaving the White House. I’m shocked. I mean, I wish this was like four years ago, but okay, I’ll take it.
And I notice he has as round a face and large a head as I do. My friend Jesse and I were bonding over the size of our noggins recently. He had mentioned it as a possible theater thesis focus when he gets to grad school this fall. As for me, I shared with him an anecdote my cousin Aimee loves to tell.
When I took tae kwon do the year after college (lived with my folks b/c I was in book publishing, which is like going on welfare), I had to get sparring gear and the only size that fit me was EXTRA LARGE, which felt so embarrassing and unfeminine, I just sucked it up and got the size LARGE helmut. MISTAKE. I mean, survived, but it was just a little too tight. Those were the days when a sparring match meant me physically cowering in the corner while I got whaled on by hyper 17-year-old boys. I had no mad skillz back then. Not like the ninja I am today. Ha ha ha ha ha.
As for Karl Rove, perhaps the size of his head fueled an insecurity that influenced one of the worst American presidencies ever? Who can say. He’s like the Darth Vader of the Republican Party. I’m so glad he’s outta there.
A lot of people I know, including my husband and myself (I keep looking it up and forgetting), think this word means “not so impressed.” It doesn’t.
According to dictionary.com, it means “to render completely perplexed; puzzle completely.” As in, “I am nonplussed by the fact Tina felt compelled to post the definition of this word.”
Well, it’s b/c my bad memory only allows me to say to my husband “You’re using it wrong. I don’t know how, but you’re wrong.” Which, of course, is excellent fodder for fighting.
So I read last week in the Times about this new space hotel being opened, i believe, on the moon. You pay three million dollars for about a week stay and they designed the suites to have velcro areas so you can stick on and move around that way. The showers are like body size capsules with floating water and bubbles or something you have to swim into. And they keep a shuttle on site, so if you get panicky about being in space, you can flee back to earth. But the trip out there alone, you see something like 30 sunrises in a couple of hours. (I could totally be bungling the details, but google it to check it out, or I’ll post the link later). There are about 40,000 people in the world right now who can afford this trip.
Kinda sounds Ray Bradbury. But now I heard a cousin of mine just got a job with NASA in Alabama, on this Bush initiative that will explore how we can “colonize” Mars, so people can move there. Why? B/c we’ll get bombed or the sun will burn out or some other environmental disaster? No idea. But I comforted my parents. If you think moving from New Jersey to Brooklyn was hard, just try moving to Mars.
Here’s the link: I think got all the facts wrong.