Anderson Cooper is officially … everywhere: CNN, 60 Minutes, talk shows, New Year’s Eve specials. Try as I might, I haven’t really been able to ferret out anything truly despicable about the guy, but that does not mean that I want to see so damn much of him. Get out of my living room, Cooper, and take your girlish giggle with you.
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On the other hand, it seems obvious that the Salahis need some company, so I am pulling out my hide-a-bed, just for them. But tell that creep from Journey to buzz off.
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I watched a TV interview with a representative of Ducks Unlimited. Yes, my life really is that sad and pathetic. The rep was asked what attracted him to Ducks Unlimited (silly question) and he replied: “Something just snapped, and I became a water fowler.”
I could not let this kind of comment pass without some good-natured ribbing, so I Web-searched Ducks Unlimited, found it, and sent off an e-mail. I got this reply:
Hi [Grouch]
Welcome back to Minnesota. I appreciate your comment and wish I could have taken the remark back. To be clear, “you guys” is me. I was the dude that made the comment. Unfortunately, at that moment I didn’t represent the best of Ducks Unlimited or the great volunteers of Minnesota.
Thank you for the feedback,
Dave Flink/Minnesota State Chair/SCSU 1980
There are so many things wrong with this. Welcome back to Minnesota? What does that mean? And the guy apparently went to my college (SCSU). And he graduated the same year that I did. Do I somehow know him? Worse, does he know me? The lesson: Be very careful before you mess with Ducks Unlimited.
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CBS anchorman Scott Pelley has an unfortunate Ted Baxter thing going on. Like Ted, Pelley looks and sounds like he’s seated in front of a mirror, practicing his anchor voice.
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And you thought that Jay Leno has a gigantic chin?
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I’m not sure why the nude pictures of Scarlett Johansson are considered big news. She’s an attractive actress showing off her bare ass — like that’s never happened before.
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There must be a God:
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This is the kind of thing that happens to you when you live next door to a writer:
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