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Say wha?

Vaguebook much?”

That’s what a good friend said to me yesterday after I posted a status update on Facebook that he found unusually cryptic.

You say cryptic, I say creative.  Let’s call the whole thing off.

I do like the term ‘vaguebooking,’ though.  It’s real word, too. You’ll find it at urbandictionary.com.  They define it as ‘an intentionally vague Facebook status update, that prompts friends to ask what’s going on, or is possibly a cry for help.’

Let’s see if mine fits the bill.

I posted:  Just took my own advice. I was right.

Cryptic?  Perhaps.  Cry for help?  Hardly.  Eight friends ‘liked’ it with no apparent concern for my health or well-being.  No comments or questions…but I’ll tell you what I meant.

A friend was pondering what to eat for lunch.  I recommended he order Chinese food, thought about it and then ordered Chinese for myself.  I was right — it was awesome.

And sure, I could have said that in a very straightforward way in my status update…but it would have been BORING.

Wasn’t my way more fun?

I think so.


The Ides of Carson

A friend had a brilliant inspiration during Dancing with the Stars last night that she posted on Facebook.  Today I devote The Egg to officially launch her campaign:

Dancing with the Stars Co-Hosts

That’s right — Brooke Burke out; Carson Kressley in.  If you watched last night’s results show, we all got a taste of exactly what that might look like.

Fun.  High energy.  Witty.  Filled with the unexpected.  All the things that an evening of hosting — and conversation, I would guess — with Brooke Burke is not.

Full disclosure  — I’ve never been a fan of Brooke.  I wasn’t when she started hosting; I’m not now.  While she is lovely to look at, I just don’t think she has much else to offer.

If she were flipping letters on Wheel of Fortune, that would be fine.  But DWTS requires she be quick on her feet, and she’s simply not.  Standing next to Tom Bergeron — the best host in the biz — well, it’s just sad.  And she’s not getting any better.

But Carson and Tom together?  Totally different personalities, of course, but both big.  Both bold.  Both smart as a whip.  And funny?!

Oh, I think America would buy tickets to that party.

No do overs

On Sunday night I happened upon a showing of The Way We Were on Turner Classic Movies.

When I shared the happy accident on Facebook, six friends immediately chimed in.  And we all agreed on the movie’s main attraction:

Robert Redford

He has never looked better than he did in that film.

Perhaps Baz Luhrmann needs to watch it again, too.

The Moulin Rouge director is planning a 3-D adaptation of another Redford classic, The Great Gatsby, with Leo DiCaprio in the role that Robert made famous.

I think this is a very bad idea.

Don’t get me wrong.  I agree Leo is one of our finer actors.  And he looks very handsome with his hair slicked back, which the role of Gatsby requires.  But Leo, to me, remains very much a boy.

That’s part of his appeal.

Even in the brilliant Revolutionary Road — which should have earned him an Oscar nomination — Leo was a man child, which made his performance all the more compelling.

Robert Redford is 100 percent man.

Add to it Luhrmann’s plan to make The Great Gatsby in 3-D.  I think this effect works well in action flicks, but I not sure what it will add to this classic tale.

Sorry, Baz, just the idea of someone other than Robert in the title role is mind bending enough.  How can you expect us to settle for anything else?

For anything less?


Yesterday a friend’s status on Facebook proudly trumpeted:

Snap, ya’ll — It’s Friday!

Snap yea!

I love the word ‘snap.’  I love the way it sounds.  I love the attitude those four little letters convey.  I love the fact it can be used in polite company…even if you mean it in a rude way.

I love the fact that ‘snap’ has a fun gesture associated with it.  You can snap once.  You can snap three times.  It just depends on how much ‘tude your snap is packing.

I think ‘snap’ has the potential to replace a certain other more offensive four-letter word that can’t be used all the time.  Not in front of your kids.  Or your mother.  Or on television.  But it can mean the same thing.

Snap you.  Snap off.  Snapping A!

‘Snap’ is versatile.  It has personality.  It can be packed with whatever emotion you bring to your snap.

I even created a Facebook page dedicated to the ‘snap.’   Put your fingers together and like it!

Do the ‘snap!’

Snow days

By the time many of you read this, I will be back home in New York City.*

Yes, I was one of the thousands stranded by Snowmageddon 2010.

In my case, I was snowed out of NYC; my flight home Monday was canceled and today — four days later — is my first opportunity to wing my way back home.

It’s my longest layover to date.

But I was one of the lucky ones.  I didn’t sit in an airport for days, waiting for the next available flight.  I didn’t have to bed down in some cheap airport hotel and watch snowy basic cable.  I didn’t even go to the airport the day my flight was nixed.

I simply kept on driving and started Christmas Vacation Part Deux.

Thanks to my sister Lou and brother-in-law Chuck, I was able to hitch a ride to Kansas City and spend a few days visiting my old stomping grounds.

I ate at favorite restaurants.  Did some shopping.  Saw some movies.  In other words, I wasn’t productive at all. No office organization, tax preparation, or housecleaning could be completed from afar.  Instead, I took a real vacation following the hustle-and-bustle of my initial trip home for Christmas.

On Facebook, I reported this turn of events as ‘making lemonade.’  While some mistook this as new code for ‘using the bathroom,’ I was turning a trip FAIL into a big trip bonus.

As usual, the fates knew what I really needed.  See?  There can be a silver lining to the wollop of  Snowmageddon 2010!

Now, to tackle mailmageddon waiting for me at home…

* It is sleeting/snowing this morning in Kansas City.  Crossed fingers…

Little changes

As you prepare to celebrate Christmas, make your list, check it twice…

How many cards did you get this year?

Slate.com has predicted that 2010 ‘will do down as the year the Christmas card lay dying’…and they pretty clearly point the finger at Facebook as its snail mail killer.

I am a sender of Christmas cards.  I send a lot of them…in the neighborhood of 150 each year.  And like Slate, I thought this might be the year that my returns would be more in the 30 percent range.

Not so.

That bright red glass bowl on my foyer table where I collect all my holiday cards was near to overflowing four days before Christmas.  And when I return home after my holiday sojourn, I fully expect to add another 10-15 to the mix.

Even though I communicate with many of the people on my list on Facebook every week, they still maintained the long-standing tradition of sending cards at Christmas time.

I appreciate the time they took.  I liked receiving them.  It’s tradition…and one I’d personally like to keep.

But what has Facebook killed?

  • Holiday letters. I read the status updates from those same friends on a daily basis.  A long-winded, highly-detailed letter in teeny-tiny font would be redundant (and probably only skimmed — no offense).
  • Birthday cards.  A cheery birthday greeting on Facebook has replaced much of my birthday card sending — e-card sending, too.  It has the added advantage of being a group experience, too.
  • Phone calls.  If I need to ask a quick question, I sometimes send a message to people who I know are on their computers and can more quickly and easily respond via Facebook.

But for all the ‘deaths’ that can be attributed to Facebook this year alone, the more frequent and enhanced communication I have enjoyed there with friends and family near and far?

Well, that makes us even in my book.

Morning show

Yesterday a friend’s status on Facebook read, “Monday is a lame way to spend one-seventh of your life.”  I’m sure we all agree.

It’s the beginning of the work week for most.  Alarms going off again.  Rats racing.  Blood pressures rising.

Ya gotta do what ya gotta do.

But what makes Monday mornings particularly difficult for me is…there’s no late-night TV on the DVR to watch with my breakfast.

I know most of the world starts their day with “Today” or “Good Morning America” — I used to as well.  But for the past year, “Late Night with Jimmy Fallon” and “The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson” on DVR are my morning shows of choice.

And I have to say — that’s the kind of programming you need to face the work day.  Creative.  Silly.  Irreverent.  Outrageous.  Laugh-out-loud funny.  Craig’s robot skeleton army.  Jimmy’s Twitter hash tags and award-worthy TV show spoofs.

Not another boring interview on the effect of airborne viruses on skim milk.  (I mean, come on.)

I’ve had a friend accuse me of being a bit obsessive about late-night television.  Now, unless I’m wrong and…please correct me if I am, ‘obsession’ is practically a psychiatric term…concerning people who don’t have anything else but the object of their obsession — who can’t stop and do anything else. Well, here I am stopping to tell you this. Okay? So would you please try and be a little more precise instead of calling a person something like ‘obsessive?’ *

So, don’t take my word for it.  Give it a whirl; see what you think.  Set your DVR.  Go to bed and get some sleep.  Then have your Cheerios with Craig and Jimmy.

It will make Monday — and every work day — go down a bit easier.

Note: In a sad twist of fate, both “Late Night” and “The Late Late Show” are in reruns this week.  I feel the clouds a’gatherin’…

* “Broadcast News,” 1987