Oh, this is gonna rock. They said that the first part of this thing would take 45 minutes. It took me 15. I think I'll be able to fly through this. Woot!
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse, ask someone what they do, My office here is very anti-celebrating birthdays, so nothing is made a deal of and maybe your boss takes you to lunch is all.
That's what I did that took the hundred emails. Current plan: I'll take her out to lunch, and then get cupcakes for the whole department.
Also? Make a prioritized to-do list for Monday and maybe put things on your calendar for the next 3 weeks with due dates.
Crazily enough, I totally have that done.
And I went through and cleared out old files, and reviewed and signed off on a piece of work, and cleared off my desk. We have met our 7/15 deadlines, and I'm in really good shape to be able to work on the actual work next week.
Jesse, go home!
Or, you know, Century 21 or something.
Except I've been late every day this week, and blah blah blah. I'll give it another half-hour.
New reality show on Sci-Fi, Who Wants To Be A Superhero.
Also, Mr. T. has a new show coming up. Tim Goodman reports:
But things turned for the better when we learned that Mr. T is going to have a self-help motivational series called - take a wild guess - "I Pity the Fool." Mr. T came out on stage in a suit, tie, white sneakers and, just so we didn't forget the past, his mohawk. But the gold chains are gone. Forever.
Why? Because, in addition to finding God, Mr. T said that Hurricane Katrina convinced him to dump the gold when he wanted to go down there and help people. He realized it might seem - tacky perhaps? - to help people who don't have food, water are homes while wearing 8 lbs of gold chains. "The gold is in my heart," he said.
By the way, Mr. T hasn't lost anything. He's a great speaker and very funny as well as being deathly serious about this new self help thing. The first question he got was this:
"Mr. T? Why do you pity the fool?"
He took off running with it and never looked back. He talks a mile a minute, preaching peace and tolerance and love and self-help. He was like a cup of visual coffee, gravelly voiced and electric, telling everyone what "T" stands for - from time to tenderness to tough, to tolerant, etc. He's got a bunch of them. He talks a lot about what his mother taught him and that will, presumably, be some of the advice he deals on the new show. There were no clips. Just Mr. T standing there very early in the morning and recycling his act, with a few new twists. He certainly looks older, but at least he's out of the "A-Team" garb now. He even said he's going to dump the mohawk soon. "I'm getting kind of old so the hair is falling out. I'll let nature do its course."
No, don't do it Mr. T. Don't ever change.
Reality?
Reality?
Pfft. Toddson clearly doesn't want to be a superhero.
Joe was pissed he didn't know about the auditions. He totally would have went as Captain Stripey Tights Candy Man.
Ctulhu origami. Plus other monsters.