Quick hits today (been a while):
• Looks like my home state is determined to remain a
swinging hotbed of gay promiscuity. Rock on, Ohio! But remember, kids, when you finally decide to settle down and make a commitment, you'll have to come to Massachusetts.
• From the Name That Zealot department: a religious fanatic talks a man into blowing up a warship with a boat full of explosives, and it's
not Osama bin Laden plotting the demise of the
U.S.S. Cole. Give up? It's Katharine Hepburn's Rosie in
The African Queen, which I saw for the first time last night. Fantastic movie: you go, Bogie.
• I'd put down good pay-per-view money to see
Jeeves,
Dr. Phil, and the
Globe's
Dr. Knowledge go at it on
Celebrity Jeopardy. I think that would be some competition! A real clash of intellectual titans — those three know everything! But my money is on the butler. With his service-industry background, he comes off as the Good Will Hunting of the group. And those Good Will Huntings can creep up on you.
• MTV has promised to
move its Top Six "raciest" videos out of daytime rotation into late-night time slots only, where they no doubt expect to be happily reunited with the rest of the network's music videos, none of which have seen the light of day since Jenny McCarthy was commissioned to run roughshod over our last nerve in
Singled Out.
• Dunno what all of you thought of forced cockle-picking in the British Midlands, but it
ain't funny anymore. Well, "cockle-picking" is still
kind of funny, when you say it out loud. But people are dying, and that part
isn't funny. So there. Did someone say "cockle-picking?"
Tee hee . . .
