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He he he

I guess you heard that Anderson Cooper’s daytime show Anderson has been renewed…

Emphasis on ‘new.’

The show’s second season has a new set. It has a new name — Anderson Live. It has a new home, moving from the Time Warner Center to the CBS Broadcast Center so they can have a live audience. And Anderson plans to utilize the guest host format that he tried out last year.  But of course, the biggest ‘new’ is in the title –

This season, the show’s gonna be LIVE.

Anderson says he enjoys live TV and all the surprises that come with it. He’ll be able to incorporate viewer feedback ‘as it happens’ on Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr. And I’m sure all that’s true. But I think I know the real reason Anderson wants to go live….

He’s gonna milk that giggle of his for the ratings gold — or should I say, silver – that it is.

Laugh your way to first place, Anderson!

You decide

Two images dominated my Facebook newsfeed this morning, with very differing points of view:

What to do…what to do?

The latter is certainly louder, with its bright yellow color and bold font. But the former harkens back to childhood memories of simpler times, when sermons were about far more exotic sins.

Perhaps a poll is in order. Which philosophy will you espouse on this Manic Monday?

Animal instinct

On my flight today, the proffered movie was Big Miracle, starring Drew Barrymore and John Krasinski — the whale movie, as you might remember it.

That’s how I did.

I had meant to see it in the theatre, but I tend to shy away from animal movies.  Even though I knew this one was positive — it’s based on true events — I hate seeing animals in any potential, dramatized or real trauma.

But I manned up and watched it today.  And I was right.  They found ways to make the animals — and me — suffer through this supposed feel-good story.

It’s so nice to cry with people you don’t know.

Which made the e-card that popped up in my Facebook feed today all the more timely:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You got that right.

 

 

 

 

 

Call me corny

My sister posted this photo today on Facebook.

Is that beautiful or what?

It’s glass gem corn, an heirloom corn variety.  If you’re interested in the specifics of how it was farmed — I know there are members of my family that will be — check out SeedTrust.com.

Me?  I’m a city chick, so all I see are the colors…and how much it truly looks like glass.  I could decorate an entire house using that color palette.

But eat it?

It would be like snacking on the Crowned Jewels!

Friend of Hank

Has the endless string of GOP debates and cable commentary soured you on politics?

Perhaps this cat will change your mind.

Hank is an independent candidate for the U.S. Senate in Virginia.

And yes, he’s a cat.  A nine-year old Maine coon.

This write-in candidate can’t write. Or speak. But thanks to his campaign manager Matthew O’Leary, Hank has a platform.  And a Facebook page.  And a Twitter page and bumper stickers and yard signs.  He even gives interviews to the media.

But he never wears pants. Yep, just your typical politician.

What’s not typical is who is benefiting from his cat-paign (sorry).  All monies raised for his election are going to the Humane Society of Fairfax County.

I wish I lived in Virginia — just this once — so I could vote for Hank.

Rory Dog, however, is not impressed.

No drama

Thank goodness for Facebook and Twitter.

I read them during the Oscars last night, which were boring and predictable.

No disrespect to Billy Crystal intended; it’s not his fault frontrunners won every single gosh-darn award.

I mean, would it have killed Academy voters to give, say,  Brad Pitt the Best Actor Oscar? Or maybe Jonah Hill Best Supporting Actor?  Just for the drama of it all?

(I’m a Moneyball fan. So sue me.)

But instead we sat through the same people winning the same awards and giving very much the same speeches they have given at all the other award shows that have beaten the Oscars to the punch.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

So if you didn’t suffer through the full broadcast like me, you may have missed perhaps the most heartfelt moment of the night — Meryl Streep’s acceptance speech for Best Actress in The Iron Lady.

Her win wasn’t unexpected, but her perspective and sincerity were refreshing…especially at almost three and a half hours in.

Enjoy.

One hit wonder

What’s your fantasy band name?

I confess, I’ve never given it much thought.

Until now.

In a current TV ad campaign, a teenage boy asks Siri to remember the band name “Migraine Headache.”

And the terminally-quick Craig Ferguson will label any funny-sounding phrase he utters as the name of his band or the movie he’s writing.

And now I find myself doing the same.

Funny headline on nytimes.com?  Could be a band name.  Someone posts a photo on Twitter or Facebook with an odd title?  Band name.  Someone misspeaks in everyday conversation?  Band name!

My favorite from last night’s Twitter feed?

Mid-Winter Popsicle

Don’t steal that one.  It’s mine.

Spectacles

I’ve worn glasses since I was nine years old.

Some were butt ugly.  A couple were stylish and fun, including my current pair of classic Ray Bans.  But I have never liked any better than

THESE

Kudos to street artist Pavel Puhov.

Food as art

There are many pursuits in life that we trust only to experts. Electrical.  Plumbing.  Surgery.  The cutting of our bangs.

Trust me on that last one.

So why do so many people attempt to photograph the food on the plate in front of them?

True, cameraphones today have the technology to produce great images, but that doesn’t automatically mean we can…especially when hot and cold foods are involved.

Food stylists employ all kinds of amazing techniques and non-food items to create the beautiful images we enjoy online and in magazines.

Like Hollywood superstars, these foods are airbrushed and artificial.

That’s why your picture of grandma’s green bean casserole or turkey chili or that special cocktail from the bar that you text from your phone or post on Facebook or Twitter often receives such unexpectedly negative comments from your family and friends.

It looks kinda gross.  Sorry.

Popping the question

My nephew got engaged last week.

He proposed to his girlfriend while they were making dinner at his apartment.  They texted me the news, including photos of the ring.  A few days later they made the announcement on Facebook.

A modern love story.

I couldn’t help but compare that to Mr. Darcy’s proposal to Elizabeth Bennet in Pride & Prejudice.  (I watched it again last night when my cable box was on the fritz.)

He proposed the first time in the rain.  They argued, and she rejected him.

The second time (pictured here) they met in the middle of a field — in the middle of the night — in their night clothes. 

Then Mr. Darcy asked Elizabeth’s father for her hand in marriage before the family had even eaten breakfast.

For such a proper time in history, that whole thing seems a bit scandalous in comparison….don’t you think?   Imagine your own son or daughter wandering into your front lawn at dawn in their PJs talking weddings.  You’d think they were drunk.

Of course, it would make a good story.