You know that saying “I can see right through you”? You can see right through Pixie! OK, I know this is weird and even weirder that I noticed it, took pictures of it and am now posting it here. I KNOW! But look at her!
I was on set watching rehearsals for a Disney show where Tim Conway had a guest star role. He was so fun to watch. I love that! A 77 year old still kickin’ it old school with wit and charm.
He isn’t making US magazine headlines: “Tim Conway seen grabbing Kim Kardashian’s ass” or entering any rehab centers, but he’s still working. And that’s what it’s all about for actors. The work.
In the last 10 or so years that crappy reality TV has taken over, there is less REAL acting work. And I wish they didn’t call it “reality”. It’s not “real”. It should be called “Look at Me” or “I’m acting out an extreme character hoping to be famous”. But most people think it’s real. They buy it. And that’s what it’s all about for the networks. Buying. You buying into the crazy drama in these peoples lives so that you tune in because the more viewers they have, the more they can sell the commercial ad space for.
I’m not telling you anything new. It’s always been this way. More viewers equals more dollars. But it’s interesting WHAT society buys into. Both in what they’ll believe is real and in what products they buy.
Next time you’re watching a show, pay attention to the type of products that are being sold during the commercial breaks and you’ll learn something about yourself. If you are a 50 year old guy and most the ads are for pantyliners and mascara, you may want to ask yourself a few questions. I’m just sayin’.
But, even with the crappy reality TV dominance, there is some real work out there. Some good work. And some great actors that have been around for a long time, through all the changes in this town, and still able to outshine those around them. And for me, the mix of Just Beiber chatter and watching Tim Conway work is an interesting dynamic I like being a part of.
Not that heartburn and I are meeting for the first time. We know each other well. What I’m not used to, is having him show up by 9:00 a.m. Yeah, a little early don’t you think? He’s only supposed to come around after a late night of too much food and wine.
What I’m wondering is, why Dr’s don’t test their patients hormones when diagnosing and treating heartburn. I say this because pregnant women don’t only get it because there’s a 7lb. human inside them pushing and squeezing all their organs out of its way. They also get it because the homone progesterone relaxes the sphincter that keeps the stomach acid from coming up into the esophagus. What. You didn’t know you had another sphincter? Well, you have over 50 of them. So next time someone calls you an a–hole, you can confidently say “Yeah, but so are you.”
You know that saying, “He’s picking on you because he likes you.” I guess that’s why I give Target such a hard time. First, I complained about Target outsourcing jobs from America to India. Last time, I wrote about my disappointment with their pricing and political donating snafu and I asked “Clean up your act, would you?”
Well, now they’re being forced to do just that. Target has agreed to pay $22.5 million for dumping hazardous waste: “designed to cut corporate costs at the expense of public welfare…”
Keep it coming Target, my computer never runs out of ink.
I read somewhere that wearing your man’s clothes can be a good replacement for maternity wear, so I thought I’d try it out. A lot of Joe’s shirts are waaay too big, but this one fit OK. This little baby is so active, my belly often looks and feels like a transformer. See Week 27
