winner's circle

So here we are.

Married as I am to a game-show enthusiast, I have seen my fair share of men holding long, skinny microphones. This is not a euphemism. 

rankled

So here we are.

Suppose you were someone who had worked for nearly 45 years in television. 

Suppose you had guested on a myriad of variety shows and specials in the 60s and 70s. 

Suppose you had performed in the groundbreaking first season of Saturday Night Live.

m.e. awards

So here we are.

The Primetime Emmy Awards are coming up this weekend. I’ll watch, but I am wearied of these pageants.

I get a little tired of humanity spending so much of its time trying to figure out what and/or whom all the best nouns are. There are lists in every magazine and newspaper, countdown-style specials on TV, and arguments on websites every damned day about which is the best whatever. But really, who cares?

favorite things

So here we are.

I often have trouble falling asleep. This is mostly due to the fact that my mind, usually no help whatsoever during the day, decides -- a la Peter Frampton -- to Come Alive! at night. It pokes and pokes at me, saying hey, whaddya wanna think about now, huh? Wanna think about stuff? Let’s think about stuff, okay? 

The other night, my mind started singing My Favorite Things, from The Sound of Music. 

branded

So here we are.

I am told that in our brave new world, in order to be successful, I must become a brand. I must think like a brand, identify my brand, build my brand, nurture my brand, and then exploit my brand. And somehow this will get me an acting job.

But I am not a brand.

2nd blog-iversary

So here we are.

Two years ago today, I decided to throw caution to the wind and throw my words out there along with it, into the ether that is the Internet. 

Words blew all over the place. It was a huge mess. Just the other day I spotted a “thusly” outside my building. You can’t simply throw things into the wind and not expect consequences.