

Best Internet Variety Show (and Good Luck Getting Anything Done, Ever) in 2005! 


Skittle bag prom dress. Take that, duct tapers!
"One evening my roommate came into the living room and said, “What page are you on?” I said, “page ##.” She said, “I just finished that part, and Katherine, no man is ever going to love us that way. This is why I hate boys.”
I hate that Britney makes HIMYM a hit. Next thing you know she'll BE the mother.
TV Squad takes a poll to see if anyone is happy to see it come back...or if anyone even watches it.
"If you read the comments here, though, it's not as though anyone is particularly happy about it. "WTF" and "you've got to be kidding me" are common reactions to this news. So, I have to wonder: if so many people seem to hate this show, despise it so much as to make it the brunt of many TV-related jokes, and to be shocked -- SHOCKED, I tell you -- that the network could continue to allow such an atrocity to linger on, then who is watching it?" According to the poll...not a lot of people.
Here's some of the positive! comments about it:
Um, wow. You sure sold me on that show.
(Again catching up from the weekend...)
A Mom-umental Failure: The spectacular flameout of the mother of all D.C. memorials. (Washington Post) This is kind of a hoot to read about, especially the character of Daisy Calhoun. And it just gets funny in general at times.
"There's arguably a creepy, smothering, borderline-necrophilic tinge to
Mother's Day as envisioned by Anna Jarvis. She suggested that the
carnation be the symbol of the holiday, as "the carnation does not drop
its petals, but hugs them to its heart as it dies, and so, too, mothers
hug their children to their hearts, their mother love never dying."
Woodrow Wilson
signed Mother's Day into law in 1914, but whatever joy Jarvis felt at
her accomplishment was soon overtaken by rage, as the holiday quickly
became an excuse for merchants to peddle posies and greeting cards.
Jarvis spent the rest of her life trying to undo the damage. She lashed
out at sons and daughters who would rather buy a card than write a
letter. She formed something called the Mother's Day International
Corporation and sued retailers and festival organizers who she felt
violated her copyright. Like all good wild-eyed visionaries, she died
penniless in a sanitarium. Naturally, she was buried next to her
mother.
As for children, she never had any.
Margaret had children by both men, and the testimony as to what sort of
mother her mother was depends on which branch of the family you talk
to.
"We never speak poorly of her at all," Andrew Drury, Calhoun's
grandson, told me. "My mother absolutely loved Daisy, thought she was
an absolute blast, always very affectionate. I never heard of any
problems there at all."
The widow of Andrew's half-brother, Charles Waring, has a different
memory. "She was a horrible mother," Jane Waring said of Calhoun. "I
mean, she was the antithesis of what you'd want for a mother."
Margaret, Jane Waring said, was raised by nannies. "Her mother was
always gallivanting around, having her fine ideas. I find the whole
[Mothers' Memorial] thing ironic."
Jane Waring summed up her mother-in-law's opinion of Calhoun with an
anecdote about a phone call she received from Margaret: "She called me
and said: 'Jane, tell your husband to come get the bitch. Daisy fell
off the wall. That damn portrait came within inches of killing me.'"
Noble spent the next three years trying to pry money out of Daisy
Calhoun and the Woman's Universal Alliance. On August 7, 1929, it
looked as if he was finally going to get paid. He agreed to meet with
the Calhouns in his lawyer's office in the Munsey Building at 13th
Street and Pennsylvania Avenue NW. A check for $30,000 was produced,
and Noble was told it was his if he signed a document agreeing not to
publish charges derogatory to the character of the Calhouns.
Noble thought that odd, but he signed. So did his third wife,
Emilie, their lawyer, James Bird, and two people who had entered the
Nobles' orbit in the previous two years: a businessman named Stephen A.
Armstrong and a nurse named Anna Hillenbrand. Hillenbrand was the head
of a women's group called the Alma Mater that was supposedly interested
in building Noble's design. Washingtonians with a good memory might
have recalled she'd once been accused of coercing an elderly woman she
was caring for into changing her will, making Hillenbrand the
beneficiary.
These, then, were the characters assembled in the conference room
when, at a prearranged signal from an undercover officer the Calhouns
had brought along ("Quick, get my glasses"), three deputy marshals
burst in. Bird, the lawyer, started ripping up the agreement, but a
deputy grabbed it from his hands. As Noble and his supporters were
arrested for extortion, Daisy Calhoun jumped up and down, clapping her
hands and shouting, "We caught you just like mice in a trap."
"Mrs. Calhoun said her husband is a Southerner and shoots to kill. She said if I tried to collect my debt from her, he would shoot me. I told her if he came to my house with a pistol, I'd punch it down his neck, and that, anyhow, he didn't look like he'd carry a very big gun."
This being the Post, there's a chat about it.
John Kelly: "I wrote in the Magazine yesterday about what I found: no physical memorial, just traces in archives, libraries and morgues of What Might Have Been. And probably What Shouldn't Have Been. (The memorial design was pretty hideous.) But what characters: A flaky debutante! A boxing art student! I got kind of fond of Daisy Calhoun and W. Clark Noble."
"Upper Marlboro, Md.: What is this hatred of parents or rather, a desperate need to be hip, that the Post shows every mother's and father's day in the Post magazine? Why did they think it appropriate to print this article on this day? For the past several years, every Mother and Father's Day, one can depend on the magazine running articles on how horrible someone's parent, or step-parent was, how they abused, or misused, or ignored, or otherwise screwed up their childhood, and how the author felt ambivalent about the person at separation or death. The contrivance has been used enough! Let it go! It's okay to have a well-researched story about a pretty freaking good parent for a change!!!"
"John Kelly: I
don't think my story was anti-Mother. I love my mother. I just thought
it was such an interesting tale, and one I hadn't seen before. Yes, the
characters weren't exactly the best parents. But not all parents are.
And I think that maybe explains why this thing imploded. Did they
REALLY want to honor mothers? Or were they trying to do something else?
What did Tolstoy say? Happy families are all alike; every unhappy
family is unhappy in its own way. I also believe that sentiment I ended
the story with (if you got that far): We don't need memorials to
remember our mothers. Or we shouldn't, anyway. As for why it ran on
Mother's Day, well, that's the whole point."
Pardon my delay on this, I was sick yesterday.
"Warren returns....and Liz shows him The Ring which glows and lights up
her whole hand...and Warren screams and recoils from it like a vampire
from a cross..."
"Speaking of tedious romantic storylines, I have to admit that today’s FBOFW made me crack up. Sure, it’s a reinforcement of the horribly retrograde idea that the strip’s been going on about for some time — that if some guy you don’t like is coming on to you, all you can do is wring your hands and whine weakly about it unless you have a bit of finger hardware purchased for you by someone else with external genitalia. But the sight of Warren recoiling in horror from the second-cheapest ring from Zales (or its Canadian equivalent) as if it were filled with deadly radon gas is so hilariously over the top that Foob, Inc., has to be in on the joke. Right? Right? Right?"
"I got engaged over the weekend. At work today I did enjoy the double-takes and congratulations I got when people noticed “the token that says ‘I’m taken.’” But so far, no one’s recoiled in horror, clutching one hand to his head while protected his chin with the other, while letting out an AAAAHHH!
"I think this answers a question his last appearance raised. We all asked ourselves if Liz actually told him about Anthony and the life they'd built? The answer is "No". She punked out and stupidly, inadvertantly let him think he still had a chance. She pulls stuff like this all the time. Anthony knows about Warren but not Paul. Warren and Paul know about each other but not about Anthony. Her being coy makes her look like a mean-spirited little tease."
"Liz, looking like a morphine addict, says that it never started. Direct Speech. WOW! Lynn must have been paying attention to our snark about her never using it to men. "I'll show them", she said."
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