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Too soon

Dear AARP:

This article in your latest edition of Bulletin arrived just a bit too soon after the “60 is the new 40” story…

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Let me have my illusions, okay?

Geez.

(Or should that be ‘geezer?’)

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Because I can

EW_NPHEntertainment Weekly and photographer Robert Trachentenberg turned host Neil Patrick Harris ‘golden’ in honor of the upcoming Academy Awards telecast.

We know he already was.

They also shot NPH in a variety of poses with the coveted statuette…which can mean only one thing.

PHOTOBOMB

 

NPH_KISSNeil — the twins might be watching!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

neil patrick harris oscarsNeil — your Oscar is so…tall!

(My apologies to the Academy.)

 

 

 

 

This just in…

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Wow. Crack me up.

Don’t go in the water

Yesterday Vulture looked at “Six Forgotten Teen Films of the Late ’90s and Early ’00s.

Erika Christensen, who currently portrays Julia on TV’s Parenthood, starred in one of the movies on the list, a 2003 drama about a high school shooting called Home Room.  

I missed that one — actually, I haven’t seen any of the films listed, making the article title really hit home — but I did see Erika in a movie she made a year earlier:

swimfanSwimfan

(Did you see it?  If not, watch Lifetime any weekend.)

In the film, Erika’s character Madison transfers to a new high school, has a one-night stand with the school’s star swimmer  (Jesse Bradford, whose character already has a girlfriend…dude), and then turns into this bizarre stalker chick.

It is a B-movie classic.

I recognized Erika in the first episode of Parenthood and sometimes still expect her to be that Swimfan stalker.  There was even an episode where she took to the pool to teach her young daughter Sydney how to swim.

There was lots of screaming.

 

Living (or dying) a double life

Archie is dead.

life with archie 36Or he will be when Issue #36 of “Life with Archie” hits stores in July.

That’s the word from CNN and Archie Comics CEO Jon Goldwater, the son of the comics’ creator.

Apparently Archie, always the nice guy at Riverdale High, dies saving a friend.

Now, I read a lot of Archie Comics as a kid…so I was super sad when I first read the news.  Then I found out that the “Life with Archie” series has been telling stories about Archie’s possible ‘future lives’ and ends, appropriately enough, with his death.  The regular Archie Comics set in his teenage years at Riverdale will continue on.

Umm…that seems like a bit of a cheat.  Or maybe a stunt to get some readers like me back who don’t know the difference?

Archie — say it isn’t so.

Oh wait, you’re dead.  Well, one version of you is dead…or will be soon.  I’m so confused.

 

 

 

Water, water everywhere

It is a frequent (and very sad) Facebook status:

“I’ve dropped my cellphone in water. Email me until I get it replaced.”

watery phoneThis hasn’t happened to me yet. But as recently as last month, I heard similar tales from family and friends. And I am always sympathetic (to keep karma on my side).

Today I offer a possible solution.

It’s called DryBox Rescue, a service offered by authorized dealers around the country.  Your soggy cellphone is placed in a patent-pending drying chamber.  The moisture is then removed —  at the molecular level — in less than 30 minutes.

It also works on other small electronic devices that are drawn to the toilet and sink —  mp3 players, cameras, GPS units, etc.

Full disclosure:  I’ve never used this service; I’ve just read about it in an airline magazine.  But it sounds like a much better option than 1) rice or 2) throwing away your pricey smart phone.

So, give it a look.  Other than the rather unfortunate name, I think it shows promise.

Mr. Postman

I’m out-of-town, dog in tow, and something’s missing. Turns out it isn’t the first time I’ve had this feeling. Case in point: an excerpt from one of my very first posts from August 25, 2009.

I’ve been away on business with my dog Rory for almost a week. I thought I would pine for our daily walks in Central Park; my idle conversations with neighbors on their stoops; or the energy that is Manhattan.

stack of mailInstead, I miss my mail.

What excites me most about my return home — besides sleeping on my own pillow — is seeing what treasures await in the stash of mail that is being held for me at the post office.

I don’t know if my feelings are unique to freelancers. I hope to see checks in the mail, of course. But I will be equally psyched to see letters, magazines, catalogs, theater and event postcards, and heck, even my bills.

I also miss the afternoon saunter to the mailbox; it’s a break I anticipate and enjoy. Here, in my friend’s apartment, there’s only email, and its constant stream — while immediate, necessary, and appreciated — doesn’t have the romance or charm of my daily snail mail delivery.

So, to my mailman back in Manhattan — I miss you. I appreciate you. And I hope you got my hold order. ‘Cause if I come home to an overflowing box of mangled mail…

I’ll have to kill you.