It’s a little sad when not being able to come up with a subject/title keeps me from posting, but indeed, I have been staring at my monitor for about five minutes with a vacant expression. Much the same way a lot of people watch television.
It’s weird seeing people talk about Survivor online when I’m not watching it for the first time in six years. (I was late to the show. Got hooked during the first All Stars, saw available past seasons on DVD, and have watched it since.) Although I’m sure Mark Burnett doesn’t miss me, Lynne’s dogs might, as we’re no longer having Survivor nights. Sorry, Dogs of Green Acres. I miss you, too.
While sewing or cooking or preparing dog veggie cubes or other domestic-type things, I’ve been checking out The Compound DVDs, watching movies I haven’t seen in a while–or ever. Since I can’t seem to figure out how to work our remotes to the TV/DVR/DVD player, the ease of watching on my computer is a real treat. I also re-watched all six seasons of Sex and the City. Because I only saw it once before, it was most enjoyable.
One of my favorite characters on SATC is Harry Goldenblatt, played by Evan Handler. He’s probably the only character other than Steve who I never wanted to shake at some point. Wait–there’s also Smith. But I digress.
I didn’t realize that in addition to being an actor, Handler is a writer, a journalist, and a cancer survivor. And today he wrote an article that I really enjoyed on the Huffington Post site about how we need to grow up politically.
Now I like Harry and the person who played him.
In other entertainment news, RIP to Eddie Fisher. I think the Debbie Reynolds/Eddie Fisher/Elizabeth Taylor/Richard Burton drama might have been the beginning of the public’s obsession and construction of celebrity culture as we know it today.
You have to read his book on going through cancer treatment.
It’s harrowing, but you can’t put it down.
He was also at the center of one of my favorite crazed
theater stories — he was the young actor Nicol Williamson
attacked with a sword on stage during “I Hate Hamlet”
on Broadway during the early ’90’s (I think it was).
It was front page in the NY Post! Paul Rudnick also
writes about it in his book, “I Shudder.” (He was the
playwright.)
Dang–I need to check all this stuff out! Thanks!