The Lovely Mrs. Davis Tells You What to Think

The latest happy meal (or whatever a happy meal is called at Subway) toy: the Naked Brothers Band do-rag.  Because Naked Brothers + ham sandwiches = marketing wizardry.

Right?

We are so glad that Battlestar Galactica is coming back soon:

We are such geeks.

But geeks that we are, we were glad to have spent time this weekend with some of our old geek friends.  Friends we hadn’t seen in YEARS.  Pre-kid friends, whose kids we hadn’t even met until yesterday.  I said, as we were getting ready to leave the house on Saturday, “I’ll bet they’ve been watching Galactica.”  I was right. 

We bonded over kids, careers, schools, travel, houses, food, Easter-egg dyeing, and (of course) Battlestar Galactica, as if no time had passed since the mid-90’s.  We’re so glad to have friends like these.

So aside from the fact that Jason Biggs has my hair (circa 1994-96) in this movie, I am a huge fan of Saving Silverman.   Why can’t they make a kid-friendly version of this?  And – while they’re at it — kid-friendly versions of Caddyshack (mainly the gopher scenes), Meatballs, High Fidelity, and Sixteen Candles?  Yes, they’d each be only about 15 minutes long.  But still, they would be awesome.

And speaking of awesome, enjoy Diamonds in the Rough.

I was in downtown Atlanta yesterday and today for meetings, right in the thick of the storm damage, although the building where I was meeting was completely unharmed.  While I didn’t get to walk the ‘hood with my camera as I had hoped (because tromping through downtown in heels, carrying a big purse and a laptop bag, gawking at the tall buildings with boarded windows, and taking photos lends itself to many varieties of criminal activity), I did get a few shots from inside our building and from behind the wheel of the minivan while stuck in traffic.

The Westin Hotel:

CNN with boarded windows, taken from inside the building where I was meeting:

Georgia Pacific and the Equitable Building:

It was an eerie sight to see, to say the least.

Oh. My. Hell.

First of all, I don’t buy that Michael Johns is 29 years old.  If he is 29 years old, I am a size 2.  Secondly, nearly everything is wrong with this performance, right down to the length of his sleeves.

I don’t ALWAYS agree with Simon, but in this case, I do.  His assessment, and mine: “It was a mess.”  (And I KNOW that he dedicated the song to a friend of his who had recently died, and I KNOW he was wearing an ear monitor for the first time, and I KNOW that he’s got a fabulous Aussie accent, but sadly, none of that excuses his incredibly poor performance.)

But again, I must point out that not everyone blew it.  Carly Smithson is kind of becoming my favorite.

And bonus!  Some links!

Liz gives readers a behind-the-scenes look at a music video shoot with the Jimmies.

Rebecca’s son has entered his Morrissey phase.

Big news for Kermit fans: Jason Segel and Nick Stoller are bringing back the Muppets on the big screen.  Woot!

Both our sons have, at times, pointed out a person in line at the grocery store, at the park, or at the next table in a restaurant whom they mistook for someone familiar.  Heavyset men with white hair and a beard are excitedly labeled “Santa!”  Old men with humongous cars are called “Grandpa!”  And 30-ish bald men have been shouted out as our good friend ”Dale!”

But lately we’ve encountered a new visual stereotype.  Ralph now identifies handsome black men (especially those with big ears) as “ROCKABOMMA!”

That’s Barack Obama, for those of you not fluent in 3-year-old speak.  This has resulted in a number of awkward encounters for me lately.  Luckily, most of these men have been flattered to be mistaken for Obama.

I hope someday soon that we will meet the real Barack Obama, shake his hand, take his picture, applaud his campaign speech.  But by that time Ralph’s reaction will likely be “Ehhhhh….you?  Dude, I see you ALL THE TIME.”

After all the domain issues I was having with my site, and the resulting feed issues, I decided last weekend to move this whole operation over to WordPress.  Welcome to my  new digs!  I’ve still got a little spiffing up to do, but most of my archives converted just fine, and I even have some new posts here already.  Make yourselves at home!  And now that you’re here, be sure to update your links and grab a feed.