Both TDS and The Onion were good today.

Re Prison Break, all I know is I'm starting to root for the gansters who want him dead. Sure he's pretty, but his plan seems to be (a) build prison (b) ... (c) escape! And I just want to reach through the screen and shake him and yell "WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED THAT NOT EVERYONE IN PRISON IS NICE TO YOU????"

I don't think it was all that opportunistic on Harry's part. He's not bucking for a Pulitzer* here, he won't sell any more albums because of this. He's using his ample star power to draw attention to the desperation of his beloved home town. And its hot out, shirtlessness only makes sense as he uses his ample muscle to help out.

This could be my celebrity bias of course. Oprah will piss me the fuck off, no doubt, because she'll act like its all about her.

*I*, however, am opportunistic. MMMmmmm nekkid Harry. MMmmmm stories of his being a "complete and utter gentleman".

*not that all or even most of the reporters pulling people onto boats were, I honestly think they were horrified and dropped their usual "observer" status out of sheer desperation. except geraldo.

I'm on the wrong coast to comment about tv but I just reran House and that is the not Vicodan. It was more like a Tylenol without the pretty red lettering. Silly little detail to get wrong. Not that I am invested in the subject or anything.

Clean Diamond Act.

I wouldn't want South African diamonds either, but it's easy for me to say, since I don't think they're pretty.

Hec, it occurs to me that the business one might have been a 16, now that I actually think more about the random crap we had.

I'm supposed to inherit the gramophone and all the music that goes with it. This conversation is bringing back memories of waiting until everyone else was gone, sneaking records out of my parent's bedroom, and cranking up the gramophone so as to boogie down to that old time music.

I should note that this was a forbidden pleasure, as the music contained within was trapped by its fragility (as in, don't play those, you'll break them).

I should note also that this:

Kind of a revelation, you know? The very idea that people in the past cannot be knowable, the way that we can know people now.

Was my main reason for disobeying and getting to know the music.

Though I'm more struck by photographs, and the people alive during the Regency era who survived long enough to have their pictures taken, or even such simple and silly things as knowing what Ava Lovelace looked like, when her father we know only from artist's renditions.

Where I work, we have meeting rooms named after Ada Lovelace. Actually, all our meeting rooms are named after engineers. Ada gets three of them.

/random useless info

What, one of them is "Lady"?

I have seen it argued that a portrait can actually be more representative of a person than a photograph, since the artist can combine the different expressions and features in a way that the photographer cannot. ("Her nose crinkles up when she laughs, and when she's just stopping laughing her dimple fades, so I think I'll put in a little dimple and a little crinkle.")

I have seen it argued that a portrait can actually be more representative of a person than a photograph, since the artist can combine the different expressions and features in a way that the photographer cannot.

I've seen it argued, too, but I don't agree with the notion.

Though I'm more struck by photographs, and the people alive during the Regency era who survived long enough to have their pictures taken, or even such simple and silly things as knowing what Ava Lovelace looked like, when her father we know only from artist's renditions.

I was thinking about this the other day, believe it or not. If my family were to suddenly vanish (rapture, UFO abduction, free trip to Europe), this is the portrait record we would leave of ourselves as children:

My grandmother (mother's mother): a handful of black-and-white photos

My mother: black and white photos, some color ones when she was a teenager

Me: color slides until about 10, a handful of color photos after

Annabel: 1000+ digital images

When I was a little kid, every family gathering featured slides. I came to hate them, especially when my cousins Jennifer and Mary would get their three trays worth of them while I barely had enough to fill one. Guess who wasn't the favorite grandchild.

Whores! Whores for charity!

Colin Farrell helped raise $20,000 at an auction to aid the victims of Hurricane Katrina - by selling himself on Friday. Miami Vice co-star Jamie Foxx took bids for a date with Farrell and when nervous women weren't forthcoming at the Delano Hotel charity bash in Miami Beach, Florida, decided to ask for group bids. One bunch of 10 friends bid $10,000 for a date with the Irishman, while another woman doubled the bid for her own one-night stand. And generous Farrell helped boost the fund too - he paid $50,000 for a portrait of Ray Charles. Meanwhile, fellow human auction item Paris Hilton was brought to tears when one fan bid $200,000 to spend New Year's Eve with the socialite. She said, "It's so generous. I'm crying right now."