D for Delicious

How Hef Got His Groove Back

2011-04-17T20:00:00.017-05:00

Hugh Hefner was ever a virgin? Who knew?!

OK, so I'm an easy mark [ba-dum-bum] for the New York Times Magazine's oddly compelling celebrity profiles, even if it's yesterday's-news-esque archival. (Lurid confessions and retro-glam imagery certainly help.)

In this case, the kicker: legendary 84-year-old lothario vows to "spend the rest of my life" with 24-year-old fiancée, Anna Nicole...I mean, Crystal Harris.

"Senescence in Retrograde": Ayn Rand Forecasts Economic Disaster from Collectivism & Socialism

2011-04-17T18:37:00.005-05:00

Cruel Intentions - The Journal of Sebastian Valmont

2011-03-29T11:10:00.001-05:00

Kathryn's backstabbing world of friendship...

Jewcy Revelation

2011-03-04T21:10:00.001-06:00

Charlie Sheen is Jewish? Where have I been...

History of Social Networking

2011-03-03T11:07:00.001-06:00

Via: Online Schools

NYE in NYC

2010-12-31T18:26:00.007-06:00

Noni is determined to have a good time at the party—you hear me, Natalie Portman?! But I digress...

Just as certain as death and taxes, while Kathy Griffin says something outrageous as the ball drops, best-NYE-movies lists pop up at the end of every year, with the usual suspects represented (and rightly so).

But every once in a while there's a curve ball, a new entrant that I had never heard of: In Search of a Midnight Kiss.

Although it reads a little douche-y in that navel-gazing hipster vein, reviews suggest otherwise. Plus, with NYC as the star attraction—the essence of romance—how bad could it be?

Flash forward to next year, hopefully the star-studded ensemble New Year's Eve won't be another one of Garry Marshall's cinematic turkeys. I won't miss it, if for no other reason than that the ever-elusive Michelle Pfeiffer has a role (and we know she doesn't grace movie screens very much anymore). [sigh]

Here's to a happy and entertaining 2011!

Central Heat

2010-12-24T16:41:00.016-06:00

It's a cold, rainy Christmas Eve in Dallas; not the magical prelude to a white Christmas that we had last year, but a textbook winter scenario (80 degrees one day, 40 degrees the next) in Texas.

Always love this time of year, in part, because the weather elements and cinematic offerings dovetail so nicely, lending themselves to movie-watching—at home and in the theater.

This past week I caught three films—Easy A (thank you, Redbox), The Fighter (big kisses, Angelika), and Tron: Legacy (in IMAX 3D)—that couldn't be more different but shared an interesting flashpoint: a make-or-break central performance, which definitely could influence overall enjoyment of the films around them.

In case of Easy A, Emma Stone is the knowing, twinkling star of what is essentially a pretty contrived, tepid comedy. That's not to discount the few flourishes of genuine wit or firecracker supporting actors, but it's the lead actress's innate charm that is this movie's saving grace, elevating ordinary into, if not extraordinary, then at least an enjoyable diversion.

In stark contrast to Emma Stone's winsome screen presence, Tron: Legacy's bland Garrett Hedlund sucks what little life there is in an already automotan-like movie-going experience. '80s childhood nostalgia aside, Disney's reboot didn't deliver much to recommend it, starting and ending with a vacuous central character *and* performer—a film-sinking combo. Why are Hollywood suits willing to bequeath hundreds of millions for special effects, without even bothering to ensure a decent screenplay that fully forms the lead character? (Nevermind a casting process that doesn't even value an actor with the chops to add nuance and pathos beyond a thin interpretation.)

Seriously, there's only so much mileage an audience can get from Olivia Wilde's fetching, asymetrical space bob, Beau Garrett's impossibly camel-esque eyelashes, James Frain's inexplicably amusing plastic-visored posing, or Michael Sheen's scenary-chewing channeling of Bowie (circa '76, The Man Who Fell to Earth).

A lot of critics have referred to Mark Wahlberg as "inert" in The Fighter. While it's true his character can be strangely passive, I actually thought Wahlberg made a well-judged play that proved: sometimes a self-contained central character can be like a centrifugal force, which galvanizes more combustible, less stable surrounding elements. His Mickey Ward grounded a film world that easily could've devolved into a baroque, blue-collar cavalcade.

Poster Child

2010-12-16T10:04:00.011-06:00

After seeing glimpses of Sean Penn's tough upbringing in the 'Tree of Life' trailer, it's beginning to click why that jerk is such a humorless malcontent.

But seriously, how gorgeous does this film look and *feel*? Even the 'Tree of Life' poster, in our ridonkulously photoshopped era, has the bravado to show cracks and imperfections on a newborn baby's foot. Just beautiful...

Terrence "takes-his-sweet-time-between-films" Malick is a brilliant surveyor of landscapes, both recognizably human and alien, so best believe this cinephile will be front-and-center opening night!

"Oh my God, she's fashion roadkill!"

2010-12-15T10:45:00.000-06:00

Pains of Glass

2010-12-07T11:29:00.002-06:00

'Rabbit Hole' doesn't open in Dallas until Christmas Eve -- count me in (sorry, family) -- but Lionsgate, ever a benevolent distributor (aside from the 'Saw' films), has given us not one but two gorgeous, color-gradiated stocking stuffers to tide us over.

Though it's hard to imagine Nicole Kidman topping Cynthia Nixon's stage incarnation, I'm just grateful for the bumper crop of thorny domestic dramas coming down the pike (and the tasty indie rock ballads previews to that genre of films inevitably introduce).

Bitch Swan

2010-12-06T19:48:00.019-06:00

24 hours after the credits rolled, and, my God, does 'Black Swan' ever stay with you. (But with such a cavalcade of baroque beauty on display—the titular performance sequence alone is master class—that was to be expected.)

During dinner the other night with friends, one of whom is a movie critic who reviewed the very film in question last week, we talked Darren Aronofsky's filmography; his delirous directorial style that skews heavily toward uncomfortable narrative zones (remember the final scenes of 'Requiem for a Dream'?) but manages to hold viewers' attention rapt, dangerously close to grand-guignol excess.

Another wonderful thing about Aronofsky is that he gives juicy parts, big and small, to terrific, underused actors, including a personal fave of mine who gave a bitch-goddess star turn if there ever was one.

Welcome back, Roxy Carmichael.

The Morning After

2010-06-15T21:07:00.008-05:00

Faye isn't the only one lounging pool-side, exhausted, surrounded by scattered papers.

I'm midway through Dunaway's autobiography, 'Looking for Gatsby,' and just reached the apex of her career: Her Oscar-winning role in 'Network' (i.e. my favorite movie of all time). This photo is on the back cover, and it's a perfect snapshot of 70's Hollywood.

After back-to-back readings of Jane Fonda's 'My Life So Far' and Mia Farrow's 'What Falls Away,' it's interesting how the careers of these, arguably the top three zeitgeist actresses of the late 60's/early 70's, intersected——perhaps even bifurcated——each other's.

Fonda, for instance, recalls how Dunaway's breakthrough in 'Bonnie & Clyde' set her on edge. Farrow, meanwhile, snagged the lead in 'Rosemary's Baby,' which made her a movie star, after Fonda turned it down. Years later, Dunaway laments a futile audition for the Daisy Buchanan role in 'The Great Gatsby,' a part already promised Farrow. Fonda was Sidney Lumet's only other choice to play Diana Christensen in 'Network' (full circle).

Can you imagine anyone else in those films?

Let's Go to the [Tonys]

2010-06-14T22:39:00.005-05:00

I was at the Tonys and must say:

Best Speech: Mariane Seldes, hands down. She was literally speechless! (And, you know, brevity is the essence of wit.)

Worst Speech: That weirdly smug Memphis composer with the straw hair. (He popped up *during* the end number, too!)

Best Dressed: Kristen Chenoweth & Jada Pinkett Smith, who proved that petite ladies can look dynamite in sparkly or ruffly strapless minis that put Amazonians to shame.

Best Number: The troupe from Fela!, especially the powerhouse vocals of the actress who played the titular character's mother.

Best Role Models for Aging: Helen Mirren, who graciously acknowledged theatergoers in the rafters, & Raquel Welch, both of whom looked sensational in person well into their 60s. (Angela Lansbury also looked great in her red dress.)

Death from Within

2010-06-06T12:50:00.005-05:00

Another day, 'nother thwarted terrorist attack from young disaffected Muslim immigrants determined to one-up their predecessors, both in plot and in action.

As the criminal complaint against Alessa and Almonte shows, "homegrown" terrorists are increasingly more determined and resourceful (if not sufficiently covert) to carry out jihadist machinations against the U.S., inside our borders. Has the enemy within (and our own permissive naturalization process) scared you yet?

Fantastic Floor: Rise of the General Lee

2010-06-05T13:21:00.002-05:00

I'm not saying that drunk driving is funny, but flying like the General Lee over a toll booth at DFW Airport *is* funny.

Saturday at the Symphony with George

2010-05-22T22:48:00.008-05:00

Just took in the Dallas Symphony Orchestra's performance of Mahler's Symphony No. 2, Resurrection, at the Meyerson Center with George Durstine & Co. Not my favorite composer (too fussy), but the maestro was on fire and Jaap van Zweden's players set off a magnificent crescendo.

When it comes to symphonies though, why does my mind always gravitate toward "GREAT MOVIE MOMENTS" as it were?

There's Nicole Kidman's unforgettable close-up in 'Birth' (an underrated gem if there ever was one):

Or, and I realize this is a little niche, one of my very first memories is of Shelley Duvall's brilliant Faerie Tale Theatre series, namely the Frog Prince with the incomparable Teri Garr. Her scene with the orchestra is just priceless -- go see it!

Hook, line and stinker

2010-03-07T13:28:00.008-06:00

partly due to soundtrack, partly due to dialogue (or monologue -- or written word -- as the case may be)

perfect line reading that hooks you and instantly elevate a film to must-see status.

The Brave One

"It is astonishing to find that inside you there is a stranger; one that has your arms, your eyes."

P.S. Jodie Foster looks incredibly sexy in her wet-hair-slicked-back, sheathed-in-a-bathrobe, holding-a-gun posture

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Life can only be understood backward; it must be lived forward

"We're almost the same age. We're meeting in the middle."
Benjamin: "I was thinking how nothing lasts. What a shame that is."
Daisy: "Some things last."

Million Dollar Baby

"There's magic in fighting battles beyond endurance. It's the magic of risking everything for a dream that nobody sees but you."

Losing Isaiah

"No matter what happens, I want you to know that we're always together"

Backdraft

"Is there something about these deaths that you're not telling me?"

Birth

"I understand that this is gonna sound crazy. I've met somebody who, uh...who seems to be...Sean."

21 Grams

"Who ever looks for the truth deserves punishment for finding it."

"God even knows when a single hair moves on your head"

The Long Kiss Goodnight

"What is you couldn't remember your real name? Your first kiss? Or your last goodbye?

C'est fini!

2010-02-20T00:34:00.031-06:00

Great endings can elevate a good movie (or even an average one) into something truly special.

Often it's forbidden love:

"Baby, you are gonna miss that plane."

Once in a while it's just pure, unspoken bliss:

And sometimes it's rooted in (or liberated by?) desperation:

But my all-time favorite, preserved in amber, remains:

"The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world"

- Nick Carraway, F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby

Social mobility device (a Facebook on wheels)

2010-02-19T23:11:00.009-06:00

Ever since the dawn of man, mobility has been central to our growth and freedom as a civilization. There have always been places to go and people to see, greener pastures, bluer skies and undiscovered lands. But what about the future of mobility?

- Mobility 2088: Honda's "Dream the Impossible"

Plus, you know, it's Christopher Guest, who's always good for a laugh.

R.I.P. my Georgy Girl...

2010-02-14T14:19:00.007-06:00

G's funeral is tomorrow and, while packing up and getting ready to fly to SLC, it got me reminiscing about things she liked. Besides crossword puzzles, red lipstick and nail polish (or basically anything red), and Wendy's Frosties, she l-o-v-e-d big band music and watched the Lawrence Welk Show religiously.

Perhaps nothing captures G's fun, kooky and loveable persona than when one of her favorites, dynamo actress-dancer-singer Mitzi Gaynor performed a spirited rendition of "Georgy Girl" at 'The 39th Annual Academy Awards' in 1967.

Miss you already, old girl! Xoxo...

Malibu Lindsay

2010-02-11T20:02:00.006-06:00

Remember when Lindsay Lohan looked like this?

And, you know, not like this?

Like Barbie before her, Lindsay has broadened her repertoire (or at least tried to), wearing many hats from acting to singing to fashion designing to...?

White-Zinfindel Lindsay:

Dexitrim Lindsay:

Coke-bloat Lindsay:

Meth-teeth Lindsay:

Crack-is-whack Lindsay:

Halcyon-haze Lindsay:

I-don't-even-know-what (lazy eye?) Lindsay:

At this point, it's almost couter-culture -- even a little baroque -- to be a Lohan aficionado. But like Brokeback Mountain, I just can't quit her!

The thing is, I *want* her to do well. Unlike Parasite Hilton and those ubiquitous, do-nothing slags on The Hills or any number of reality shows (zzz...), Lohan actually has oodles of talent. Talent to burn and charisma in spades...when applied correctly.

Lately though (as in the last 5 or so years), she seems more content to waste her God-given gifts on a desperate and futile quest to be some sort of pop-culture superstar. The problem there is that only lands you on the umpteenth cover of tabloids, in rehab (half a dozen times at last count, right?), and then turned out by Hollywood like some pariah, never to be invited back again.

But if the ever-ambitious Barbie can reinvent herself into a computer engineer and news anchor (her 125th & 126th careers!), surely Lindsay can at least find gainful employment that does not include club-hopping special appearances or ill-fates creative director turns.

Stick to your core talent, Lindsay!

Mamma Mia!

2010-02-09T23:02:00.012-06:00

Birthday wishes are in order for the lovely & amazing (not to mention criminally underrated) actress, author, activist, muse, lover, and prodigious earth mother, Mia Farrow, who turns 65 years young today.

There are many ways to sample and appreciate Mia, but for me it boils down to 3 iconic performances: Alice, The Purple Rose of Cairo, and, of course, Rosemary's Baby. How this woman has NEVER been nominated for an Oscar (or, for that matter, Nobel Peace Prize) is beyond me!

"I've been to Vidal Sassoon."

The Ballad of Carl & Ellie

2010-01-04T23:30:00.011-06:00

Up was, in my opinion, one of Pixar's minor efforts (although following on Wall*E's considerable heels is certainly no small feat) but, my God, has any opening sequence ever been simply as beautiful and poignant as Carl's & Ellie's?

This sublime seven-minute intro could function on its own as an amazing, free-standing, fully-drawn short film -- and blow away every long-form love story that came up against it.

But what can you say? I'm a sucker for real romance, even if it doesn't turn out exactly how you hoped.

"It all began on New Year's Day...

2010-01-01T23:24:00.004-06:00

...in my 32nd year of being single. Once again, I found myself on my own and going to my mother's annual turkey curry buffet."

Ah, Bridget Jones Diary. Possibly the last film Renée Zellweger did -- and sublimely I might add -- before she became an oddly pinched and supremely annoying screen presence. Which is such a shame if you consider her promising start and rather impressive streak of memorable performances (The Whole Wide World, Jerry Maguire, One True Thing, Nurse Betty) up until that point. How did it all go so wrong, Renée?

Incidentally, while I revisit Bridget Jones quite often -- hello, how can you not? It's brilliantly funny -- it's weird to think I'm in my 32nd year, alone and unmarried (but happily not single, thank God...and Tye) on this first day of a new year. Cheers to you, Bridge, and to a bright and lovely 2010!

Happy Turkey Day! (Gobble, gobble!)

2009-11-26T11:05:00.012-06:00

Most people associate Thanksgiving with (too much) family, food and (not so much) fun. I dissociate the holiday with (not so much) family, food and (way too much) fun...thanks to delightful cinematic turkeys, that is.

"It's Turkey Time. Gobble, gobble!"

So to steel myself for today's onslaught of inane chatter, gastrointestinal gut-busters and migraine-inducing noise levels, it's all about getting in that Zen place, this morning via "the Dixon sisters from Kansas City."

I ♥ MI (Mirror Image)

But, just as certain as death and taxes, some (insidious) holiday traditions demand to be revisited -- they're not gonna be ignored! -- year after year.

"Barbara, please! Please, Barbara..."

"I'm getting a little too old for that whore-y look."

"It's a Ver-sayce."

But the best, baddest and, let's face it, weirdest cinematic turkey of all stars (and deep-sixes) the one and only ONJ.

ONJ + ELO = something to be grateful for!

Happy Halloween!

2009-10-31T07:37:00.005-05:00

Let’s do something crazy tonight. Just get insane. I want to be crazy. I want to be nuts. I want some fun. Goddamnit!

The Lourdes Prayer

2009-09-21T22:43:00.013-05:00

Our Madonna, who art in Heathrow,
Hollowed be thy cheeks.
Thy Kabbalah come.
Thy weight be lost,
On England as it is in Hollywood.
Give us this day our daily Botox®.
Forgive us our cellulite,
as we forgive those who diet against us.
And lead us not into Trimspa,
But deliver us from wrinkles.
For thine is the Kabbalah,
And the pilates, and the Restylane®,
for ever and ever.
Amen.

Labor Day + Long Weekend = Road Trip!

2009-09-04T10:35:00.008-05:00

Looking forward to a guys weekend in Lubbock watching college football and kicking the keg stand...

Cheers!

Today in "Drew love"

2009-08-10T17:57:00.004-05:00

How do I love Drew? Let me count the ways...

1. E.T.
2. Irreconcilable Differences
3. Firestarter
4. Her autobiography Little Girl Lost
5. Her infamous David Letterman appearance

6. Boys on the Side
7. Scream
8. Never Been Kissed
9. Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

Need I go on?

Well, yesterday I missed an opportunity to meet my feel-good girl crush -- revel in her sunshine, chastise her for not wearing a bra to the Golden Globes a few years back, etc. -- at the Don CeSar in St. Petersburg.

That's where I could have been with Mel & Jeff if not for the maudlin family reunion which stole some serious A-list thunder (not to mention the D-List variety, too -- hello, Tori Spelling on HSN!)

Sigh...maybe someday.

P.S. Have you seen the trailer for Drew's directorial debut?

[Ed. note: I met Drew on 9/16 at Mockingbird Station in Dallas and, I hate to say it, she was kind of a bish. Tant pis...]

Hidden Agendas

2009-08-06T15:31:00.005-05:00

Cal...gone...

OK, so it's day 1 of my family reunion (or, as I affectionately Twitter hashtag it, #fmfr -- à la #fml [as in fmylife.com] but for...well, you get the picture), and already am ready to pack it in. However, it's G's 90th, and damn it if the old girl hasn't done this sorry tuckus a world of good, beyond the whole giving-me-life part (via my father), which is a big something I admit. All about G. All about G. Love me some G!

But I digress.

Now, although you know it's not like me to dish personal & throw my family under the bus in the process -- What? Why you laughin'?! -- this agenda, which perfectly encapsulates the laugh-or-you'll-cry nature of #fmfr, is just too hysterical not to share. Seriously, give it a look-see and riddle me this: How can you not? How can you not...

Bon Appétit!

Today in "Big Targets"

2009-07-29T16:02:00.005-05:00

What's worse than having your bulbous midsection appear in a story about obesity in America? Having your fat ass BE the story!

Case in point...

I could care less about Kevin *gag* Federline *barf* but it would suck to be mercilously scrutinized by the media.

Then again, isn't that the fate that's befallen Britney (and female celebrities in general) for years?

Still the mighty tasty Kentucky Bourbon Six-Dollar Burger is an understandable indulgence, despite the obvious downside.

Bon appétit!

Tears in the rain...

2009-07-27T12:41:00.005-05:00

It's a rainy Monday, and what better way to celebrate atypical July weather in Dallas than...

...with an uncommondly awesome sci-fi classic?

"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I've watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like...

Tears in the rain."

Who is Harry Kellerman...

2009-07-16T00:48:00.000-05:00

...and why is he perping those terrible things around me?

Seriously. Cree-e-e-e-py!

Just one of dem days...

2009-07-15T08:05:00.000-05:00

...don't take it personal.

Cape of Good Times

2009-07-14T12:12:00.000-05:00

Today in Alien Nation

2009-07-01T22:52:00.001-05:00

Happy (early) 23rd (that's all?) Birthday to the hottest hot mess in Hollywood.

Yikes!

Remember when LiLo was a charming (and prodigously talented) actress as well as a darling young lady in general?

My, how things have changed (for the worse)!

With each passing year, I fear that this "adolescent phase" is more of a self-imposed life sentence for Linds. Will she be like Ann-Margaret, one of her self-professed idols, in real life -- a sex kitten who blossomed into a brave and challenging performer -- or, God forbid, be more like her *reel* life -- an immortal characterization of self-destructive pathos that is Nora Walker in the Who's legendary rock opera, Tommy?

It's a question only she herself can answer, but I hope to God she can pull out of her tailspin.

"Somebody get a mop and a bucket!"

Today in Plenty

2009-06-30T22:56:00.000-05:00

Push off. Bit of a tight corner. One helluva spot.

Those poor parachutists I do know how they feel even now. Cities, fields, trees, farms, dark spaces, nights. Parachutes open. We descend.

May (s)he rest...

2009-06-25T23:07:00.000-05:00

Michael Jackson was an entertainment legend who molested or at the very least exploited children. One of the greatest dancers/performers of all time, he never came to terms with his lost childhood or embraced elusive adulthood. Not a boy, never quite a man, he lived in perpetuity in an arrested development -- at once promise fulfilled as well as unrealized potential. This was an extraordinarily blessed and accomplished individual who nevertheless followed the sad trajectory of what turned out to be an ordinary, oedipal, tragic prologue of a life.

But damn it if Off the Wall isn't one of the finest albums EVER made.

*sniffle*

P.S. Condolences to the family & friends of another entertainment icon who also passed away today, Farrah Fawcett.

They always seem to go in pairs, don't they?

Leave Your Inhibitions at the Door...

2009-06-24T23:07:00.000-05:00

...the Show Is About to Begin (再生回数).

Miss Pettigrew Lives for a (Birth)day

2009-06-23T21:30:00.000-05:00

Birthday wishes are in order for the lovely & amazing Franny McDormand, who is 52 (!!!) years young today -- and whom I tragically missed on Broadway in The Country Girl last summer *sobs*.

Has there ever been a better actress more adept at black comedy than she? Hollywood rarely uses her (well) anymore -- P.S. Why?! -- but wow, what an impressive streak of affecting and/or brilliantly caustic performances she's given in the last quarter century.
Among them:

Quite a resume, and that doesn't even include her banner performances in noir masterpieces by the Coen brothers -- Joel is her hubby -- like Blood Simple, Fargo (arguably her best), The Man Who Wasn't There and, most recently, Burn After Reading.

But to me, Miss McDormand always will be "Dot" from Raising Arizona (my sentinmental fave).

"Oh! He's an angel! He's an angel straight from heaven!"

La fin du weekend

2009-06-21T23:39:00.001-05:00

Rocky Point house on Lake Bob Sandlin

Los Pinos Ranch Vineyard in Pittsburg, TX

Fathers Day with the Kardashi...er, I mean, the Brinkerhoffs

Michelle Pfeiffer Sounds Off

2009-06-16T22:42:00.000-05:00

I don't "get" InStyle (figuratively or literally -- it's completely derivative and just a weird hodgepodge in general), but when Michelle Pfeiffer is on the cover I let my reservation fall by the wayside and just go with it.

God, has there ever been a more preternatural beauty on earth (let alone in Hollywood)? If so, I defy you to show me.

The article itself is standard boilerplate, and I hate how La Pfeiffer gets grilled on defying age and growing older in this and every other interview over the last 10 years. Enough already! Just let her be the exceptional beauty/talent she is without condition.
[Sigh]

Today in "Brick Phones"

2009-06-12T21:29:00.000-05:00

Remember those big ol' crazy cell phones from the late 80's/early 90's? You know, the ones that were as big as bricks? (Well, at least their batteries were.)

Tracy Morgan is apparently channeling them but unfortunately it's not for 30 *swoon* Rock. Why can't he be funny anywhere else?

Speaking of ginormous phones, Mark-Paul Gosselaar's resurrection of Zach Morris was CHOICE! If you didn't see it, you need to -- like, now:

P.S. Jimmy Fallon's petition to reunite the cast of 'Saved by the Bell' (http://tvseriesfinale.com/articles/saved-by-the-bell-jimmy-fallon-reunion) -- as if they have better opportunities on the horizon -- is a cause we ALL should support. Go Bayside!

You're so 2000 and late!

2009-06-10T23:34:00.000-05:00

What's more tired than quoting an overused lyric of an already played out song? Starting to blog (formally) approximately 6 years after it was en vogue.

Oh well, I'm that unusual late comer/early adopter hybrid. At times the former, other times the latter. Actually joined Twitter months -- or was it a year? -- before Facebook (in 2007). Glommed onto Napster during my early college days...uh, 10+ years ago (!!!), yet eshewed the social networking bandwagon (minus GeoCities -- haha) until 2005. Oh the weird, twisted web of contradictions and unpredictability we weave!

So here's my committedly-not-half-assed stab toward building "personal brand equity" (who cares, right?) but, more to the point, giving these multiple personalities someone else to chat with -- the great ether.

2000 and late, indeed.