overeducated and underemployed

more sololynn tv time

The show that my husband is a script coordinator on, Saving Grace, has a trailer!

As you can see, he's working on something considerably more serious than Creature Comforts, and with less clay.

bring it

What's this? A positive review of Creature Comforts? You don't say!

"SOME of the best comic acting you'll see all summer will come from the animated clay animals starring in 'Creature Comforts.' An American version of a British series based in turn on a short film by Nick Park (the creator of Wallace & Gromit), it puts the unrehearsed words of ordinary people into the mouths of Plasticine dogs, cats, horses, pigs, porcupines, monkeys, pandas, crabs, sharks, roaches and whatever other animals seem appropriate or appropriately ironic to the subject or voice.

Topics are as varied as health, lying and sex, and the result is something both witty and complex — a kind of heightened reality television that, beyond letting you laugh at the funny juxtapositions and marvel at the animation, focuses your attention on the voices themselves, and what people have to say, and how they say it. A reminder that we're all at once individuals and types, and animals under our clothes."

Keep 'em coming. And take heed, Nielsen viewers.

ladies and gentlemen, the white house plastics

These three maintain one nasty burn book.

what does your elevator tell you?

Mine, though it can only take me a maximum of  8 floors, tells me all kinds of exciting facts! This week alone I have learned:

1. The technical name for egg whites is "albumen." The elevator suggests you ask your waitress for an alubumen-only omelette next time you are at Denny's at 3am.

2. Psychologists have diagnosed Anakin Skywalker with borderline personality disorder. I always called it crybaby disease, so this was very helpful of elevator to tell me.

3. Dolphins have different accents. I have nothing smart-ass to say about that, it's just plain awesome. Seriously.

raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

One of my favorite things in the world is when dogs left in cars get into the driver's seat. It makes an otherwise depressing situation delightful, no? They look so proud up there! They sit so upright! Half the time, they look so natural it takes me a moment to even notice that they aren't licensed for the task.

It's even better when there are two dogs, and one is in the passenger seat. Then I can imagine that they're on a road trip, and have stopped to use the bathroom or get snacks. Sweet Tarts. He eats the greens, she eats the purples. They split the rest.

Yeah. Dogs. They're awesome.

long time no cheney

Everyone's got their best pose. Maybe it's a half-smile, or a coy right-cheek. Maybe it's taking the picture from a slightly higher angle or even from below, for that whole impression of power thing.

From this photo, it's clear to me what Cheney's best look is:

Teeth. Only the bottom ones, baby. 

you may think you love journey

But I say you cannot know for certain until you are driving in an AC-less car, necessitating a windows-down commute. Sure, your rendition of "Loving, Touching, Squeezing" is an integral part of your morning drive routine, but are you prepared to make it a serenade for all those stopped around you?

On an entirely unrelated note, you are welcome, inhabitants of Hauser Blvd. The evening show is completely different from the morning show, so please, do come out. Here, let me tantalize you with the following words: "someday, love will find you". Oh yeah. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout. See you in two hours.

tuesday night thoughts

- The beginning of that new Rihanna song, the part where I think I am going to hear a Jay-Z song, is cool. Then, not so much. Umba-rella? No-a-thank-you. Ha!

- Bus drivers are nuts. Like seriously. You can't pass me with fifty feet of lane, bus driver, and attempting it is just going to make me feel like you're trying to run me off the road. Which you very well might be. If so, well played.

- I hope the Griffith Observatory doesn't burn down. I don't hope it so much that I'm willing to have the Gilmore Girls and Veronica Mars preempted for 2 hours of repetitive fire footage.

- It is now official: I need to fix the AC in my car.

-  Hey guy in the new Avril Lavigne song. Stop encouraging her bad behavior. If she didn't "know that you like her", she wouldn't start with all this nonsense. Honestly, I haven't seen irresponsibility like this since that guy in "Doncha".

- Any item at Ford's Filling Station that contains the words "burrata cheese" in it is well worth whatever it's going to run you.

- Seriously, did I mention I'm writing here now, like full-time. Forgive a sister for neglecting her personal blog and go read more about Paris Hilton than you thought possible.

i hereby declare

No group of people (girls, specifically) should "go" anything for the sake of humor, from here on out. You know, the whole play on the "girls gone wild" bit (I'm looking at you, Shrek 3 billboards!). It's rivalled only by "things happening in blank and subsequently staying in blank" in the category of colloquial irritants.

Of course, when I inevitably get tired and use one or both of the above phrases at my new job (it's Friday and I'm a bad secret-keeper, so there it is) I am going to pretend I never ever posted this.

my favorite tv show i've never seen

Squawk Box, and all its varied locations. I don't want to know what actually happens on that show...knowing that it airs on CNBC means it could never meet my expectations. Which I assure you, are great, and involve a remote radio tramsitting station, a bird operating that station, a rainstorm of feathers, and oh yes, squawking.

Truly, the Squawk Box has been the highlight of my late-night channel guide perusing for going on ten years now. Bravo, Squawk-crew.