Quick hits:
• I saw Al Sharpton in the DC National Airport terminal today, boarding a shuttle flight to Laguardia. What a fabulous head of hair that man has.
• Diary of TiVo Angst, Entry #451: The DVR is ten minutes from erasing your week-old — but still unwatched — episode of
24, but your Wife is watching a recorded episode of
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy and she won't surrender the remote. What do you do, Jack Bauer?
tick-tock, tick-tock . . .
• Diary of Weblog Angst, Entry #114:
Queer Eye now over, the Wife catches you typing up your TiVo grievances and lunges toward your DELETE key.
• I hear the
NRA wants to start its own television channel. Rumor is
The Beverly Hillbillies is a front-runner for its Must-See Thursday slot, as programmers like the "fire gun/strike oil" cause/effect suggestion in the opening theme. [
Fine, fine . . . since you don't remember: "Then one day [Jed] was shootin' at some food/And up from the ground comes a bubblin' crude." — Ed.] And here you thought I was going to make the simple redneck joke . . .
• Here's news: ®osa Pa®ks has
trademark rights. Makes you wonder how an old self-promoter like John Hancock would feel about his insurance company's failure to outbid Poulan Weed Eaters for association with the Independence Bowl.
• My man Rich is demonstrating that, like another Richard once sang of love,
blog comes in spurts. Go catch the wave.
