On my mind

Mondays are hard enough.

And now I’m trying to un-see this.

It’s a brain tapeworm, of all god-forsaken things.

Brain tapeworms?  Who even knew they existed?  I sure didn’t…until an innocent web search invited that knowledge into my head.

Hopefully not the tapeworms.

They can enter your system if you eat undercooked pork, since the larvae often attach to pig muscle.  And once there, they flow through the bloodstream and get stuck in cavities in the cranium.

I don’t want to know this!  You don’t either!!

But misery loves company.

Happy Monday.

Broadway Harry

Potted Potter, the parody of the seven Harry Potter books now on Broadway, was tailor-made for kids.

It’s only 70-minutes long, is super high energy, and even features a quidditch match with audience participation.

 

No wonder I liked it so much.

Brits Dan Clarkson and Jeff Turner, who also wrote the show, bring all the characters to life with minimal props, costumes and staging.  The humor is decidedly British as well, but Potter lovers — and the family and friends who they drag along — will find it easy to translate.

Obviously some plot points are skipped in such a short synopsis, but the ones that made the cut are treated with high hilarity.  Favorites include Lord Voldemort, the dragons from book four, and the bigger-than-life quidditch snitch.

Dan and Jeff cracked up a few times during the show, but the reason was pretty obvious –

They are as wild about Harry as the audience.

Thrill seeker

What do you do when you’re bored?

I read.  Go to the movies or a show.  Often just hop online.

Clearly that wouldn’t work for this guy.

 

Kudos to him for raising money for charity!

Sweets for the sweet

I had big dreams as a kid — live in New York City, be on TV, write a book.  Well, I have a new one to add to that list:

Be immortalized in cake.

Betty White was.

We’re talking a 5’2″ life-size vanilla cake with buttercream, covered in modeling chocolate.  It was created by Cake Boss star Buddy Valastro and his team.

And you thought Betty couldn’t get any sweeter.

The cake was served at Wednesday night at Betty’s roast at the Friars Club here in New York City…hence their motto at the base (where Betty’s feet should be).

Funny thing — being roasted?

Not on my list.

Tragic

I was very sad to learn that Mary Kennedy, wife of Robert Kennedy, Jr., was found dead yesterday at his home in Bedford, New York.

I met them years ago on a plane, and liked them both very both.  So the loss seems very personal.

Below is the blog entry I wrote in 2010 about my Kennedy encounter.

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I read today that Bobby Kennedy, Jr. filed for a divorce from his wife Mary. That’s too bad.  They seemed like such a nice couple…

When I met them.

Yeah, you read it right.  I met Bobby and Mary Kennedy.  They sat next to me on a flight from Denver to Aspen.  We were all en route to the 2nd Annual US Comedy Arts Festival. I was on a research trip for Hallmark Cards; Bobby was going to introduce Garry Trudeau, his good friend and creator of the “Doonesbury” comic strip, who was being honored at the festival.

The small jet had no first class; that’s why they were seated next to me.  I recognized them immediately when they boarded just moments before take-off — my mother loved the Kennedys like most Catholics of her generation — but I didn’t let on.

They were very friendly and chatted with me during the short flight.  When they realized I was going to the festival as well, they mentioned their friend Garry — by first name only — and said ‘perhaps they’d see me there.’

It was a great story to share with my co-workers, who were seated elsewhere on the plane.

I attended the Doonesbury retrospective and only made the ‘Kennedy connection’ when Bobby stepped up to the podium to introduce ‘his friend Garry.’  After the event was over, attendees were invited to a gallery next door exhibiting framed “Doonesbury” cartoons.

As I was milling around with my co-workers, I suddenly heard shouts of  “Carla!  Carla!”  There across the room were Mary and Bobby Kennedy, smiling and waving.  Garry Trudeau stood at their side.

The rest of the evening was kind of a rock star moment for me.  I got to hang with the Kennedys for a while.  I met Garry Trudeau, whose comic strips helped Watergate make sense, and I was able to get his autograph for my brother Kent.

And best of all?  The look on my co-workers’ faces.

Priceless.

The whey

My dog Rory has had some digestive issues this past week, and a friend recommended adding a dollop of yogurt to his food.

Probiotics, don’t you know — the ‘friendly bacteria’ that Jamie Lee Curtis gets all giggly about.

But my dog is a picky little shit.  You change his food one iota, and he won’t touch it…which makes any change in his diet a real pain in the probiotic.

There are some animals, though, who are real fans of the yogurt cure.

 

Maybe Rory will listen to the bird.

4 wrongs make a blog

Inspiration comes in many forms. Graffiti. Photography. T-shirts. T-shirts of t-shirts.

Let me explain.

Last week the Marc Jacobs store in New York City’s Soho neighborhood was hit by street artist Kidult.

Well…at least the ginormous graffiti said ‘art.’

That may sound like bright-side thinking.  But Marc Jacobs went one step further.

The label created t-shirts bearing a photo of the abused storefront and is selling them for a whopping $689 exclusively at the Soho store.

I believe that’s known as ‘high art.’

Kidult has denounced Marc Jacobs as a ‘capitalist thieve’ on Twitter.  And Tumblr Wilfry has decided to make some bucks off the very public altercation by selling their version for only $35.

And I’m telling the story.  Of the artist who spray painted Marc Jacobs. Who made t-shirts of the graffiti.  Who ticked off the artist.  Who was copied again in a tee by Tumbler Wilfry.

And everyone made money but me.

Yep.  Sounds like a blog.