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Preppin’ a prank

Celebrities like George Clooney and Brad Pitt love to regale us with stories of the pranks they play on their fellow actors when they’re making movies.  Let me tell you —

They’ve got nuthin’ on me.

I played a prank on one of my best friends this past weekend that was 30 years in the making.

But let me back up a bit…

It all began when she pranked me only a couple of weeks after we met in college.  I was in her dorm room, waiting for her to get ready for dinner and noticed a framed photograph on her shelf —
john james youngCaroline with her arms draped around the neck of John James, one of the stars of the then hit drama Dynasty.

When I asked how the pic came to be, she confided that the two were dating, but she was keeping it quiet at his request.

Of course I didn’t believe her at first, but then she started producing a lot of convincing evidence:  her father’s pageant and production credits, connections through musical theatre friends and a well-timed phone call from John James.

I spoke to the man myself.

Begrudgingly I had to concede — the two were a couple.  He called on two other occasions when I was in her room and said hello.  But during our last conversation, ‘John’ confessed that he was really Caroline’s brother.

Why did she do it?  Especially to a friend that she barely knew?  Because she could?  Evil.

It is now a thing of legends, a story that we rehash often, laughing at her nerve and my naive acceptance.  But this past weekend, I turned the tables.  Now the story has a very different ending.

The satisfying conclusion, here — tomorrow…

The whole universe…

So this happened yesterday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Mars Rover team visited the set of The Big Bang Theory
for their taping last night.

I join geeks everywhere in being equally excited that…

  • real scientists joined forces with TBBT clique, and
  • they’re taping new episodes.

Hurry up, fall season!  Bring on the new shows!!

The seventh day

The Internet is an amazing thing.

While doing a Google search yesterday for I-can’t-remember-what, I stumbled across an image of this Edward Hopper painting.

Appropriately enough, it’s called “Sunday.”

The moment I saw it, I was transported back to Ireland.  I spent two glorious weeks there back in 1997.  One of the first locals I spoke with was an older gentleman, sitting outside his flat in Limerick, in a pose reminiscent of Hopper’s rendering.

He let me take his picture, too.

His name was Jack O’Shea, and he had a large, toothless grin and sunny disposition.  That’s his dog Pavarotti seated next to him.  The two didn’t seem to have a care in the world.

That’s what lazy Sundays are all about.

GO CATS!