Okay, that wasn't live, but it was pretty self-indulgent. At least now you know what it's like to be photo-stalked by yours truly. Special thanks to Brad Ingram for uploading this piece of web flotsam. And yes, I promise to comply with the restraining order. Now this:
"Pit Bulls Kill Kids, Free Michael Vick!"
So yelled the group of hooligans wedged into what looked like a beige Vega this afternoon. Reporter Angela Rodriguez and I were mere seconds from going live outside the Greensboro Police Department when the aforementioned decree rang out. Normally I ignore drive-by hecklers, but the voice sounded so earnest I had to do a double-take. Reminds me of the time a grandmother accosted me in a bookstore for shooting footage of Madonna's just released SEX book. The old bat was so adamant I was chief purveyor of this filth, I had to flip through the album to make sure I wasn't depicted in a dog collar. Not finding me, I went home and showered in Ajax anyway. One can never be too careful when it comes to hygiene.
Hey, remember my item about Fox's new Kelsey Grammer sitcom, "Back to You"? Me neither, but a weird little bit of synergy calls for a quick re-cap. When he asked how he came up with storylines, executive producer Steven Levitan said he and his writers regularly read NewsBlues. For those who don't know, NewsBlues is a clearinghouse for industry rumours and rants. I know this because the site's surly editor regularly features excerpts from my humble blog. So, are Hollywood hacks perusing these very pages for TV insider story arcs? Probably not, but if I see a photog character with a tropical wardrobe and writing fetish, I will be demanding residuals. I'm watching you, Frasier Crane...
And finally tonight, I'd hardly be considered avuncular if I didn't extend a warm welcome to my newest nephew, Davis Caswell Pittman. Arriving ahead of schedule, young Davis checked into the world sometime around two o clock this afternoon - much to his parents' surprise. While I've yet to lay eyes on the little tyke, I have it on good authority that he has a head full of dark hair and testicles the size of walnuts. This pleases the men in my family greatly - as we tend to hatch more hens than roosters. At this posting, young Davis is reportedly sleeping, blissfully unaware he has an uncle three hours away who swears the shrink from Cheers is stealing his life. That's okay though, as I'm sure his Dad will fill him in soon enough. Congratulations, guys...
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