Without supervision

For the record: I have no kids. But I love "Supernanny." When I watch it, I'm simultaneously reminded why I'm glad I don't have kids, and saddened that these clearly overwhelmed people are the ones raising the next generation. But then Supernanny comes in and puts a few babies in the corner and writes up…

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What sound does the peacock make?

Austin Zoo Entrance So, two Novembers ago, I was down in Texas for Thanksgiving. Craig, my SIL Kris and their then-onliest-child Sydney and I went to the Austin Zoo. Now, bear in mind, I was accustomed to the Washington, D.C. zoo, and the Bronx Zoo. They were enormous metropolitan monstrosities with attendance to match, particularly…

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F-f-f-f-foolin

Yesterday, my Google Calendar had a new link at the top of it, and I clicked through. But it took me to a 404 page. Which seemed rather disorganized of them. Today, both my Google Calendar and my gMail had new links: Google Alarm and this: Custom Time I kind of glossed over the first…

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Temptation, the sequel

Make it big Well, I know how I'm spending my federal rebate check: From one George to another… And based on the ticket prices, I'm going to need every penny. But I missed Wham and any solo tours back in the day, so it's payback time. I want to shake my shimmy at Madison Square…

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Temptation

I scream Memo to whoever has left two quarts of peanut-butter flavored ice cream untouched in the company freezer for the past week: I am not made of stone. Thank you for your attention to this matter.

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Home again, home again

Better than one At left, the latest in the continuing selection of "Two Heads Together" photos. This is what happens: SXSW is such a huge, overwhelming event with so much going on at all hours that the idea of blogging it is just insane. Some people appear to have more than 24 hours in a…

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South By Interlude

Right. So. About to drop over from too-much-movie-itis (I know, boo fuckin' hoo), and will hopefully have something useful to say next week about the craziness that is SXSW, but in the meanwhile: My record at not voting for viable candidates stands. As I noted a few weeks ago, I've never backed the winning horse…

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Messin’ time is here

Busier than a one-armed paper hanger Dear Publicists, I am closed for any further contact about South By Southwest 2008. My dance card is so full my feet are broken. I am entertaining any offers to drive me to the airport tomorrow morning, however. AT SIX. Hatty For those who have an interest, I'll be…

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