What a huge week. Thank God for long weekends and the chance to process it all. Hope you all have a fantastic holiday weekend – we’ll be back Tuesday with this week’s well-deserved Fishies and Kenneth Y. Tomlinson’s middle name. This we swear unto you. Happy Fourth of July!!
UPDATE: Sleeping with the fishies? Ha, not bloody likely. Who has time to sleep during this kind of 24-hour news cycle? That’s a rhetorical question but actually us, who eked out time to sleep with fishies and other slimy, scaly characters along with justly honoring the media heroes of the past week, or just people who made us chuckle. A non-exhaustive list apres-jump.
1. “Flava Flav is a classically-trained pianist, I swear to God.” This was on Radar‘s “Ticker” last week. We goggled, then giggled. If there had been more of us we’d have been a goggling, giggling gaggle. Reason enough to award a Fishy right there.
2. Isn’t it nice to know a lot? And a little bit not. I would have included this Newsweek story on wolves taking over newly-uninhabited areas of Europe just for its title (“Into the Woods,” natch) but it happens to be really interesting and slightly unsettling, not to mention a surprising #1 on Newsweek‘s version of MEL. Unrelated kudos also for Nicki Gostin’s Q&A with Shirley Maclaine, which was actually quite touching.
3. Never mind that the camp production of “Jesus Christ Superstar” totally sucked: The NYT’s article on Camp Quest, a summer camp for the marginalized children of agnostics and atheists did not contain any “thinks they’re a dog” jokes but did contain this hilarious paragraph:
Not all the programming is a hit. “Some of the presentations are really boring,” said Caitlin Fox, 13, from Mansfield, N.J., who thought the session on swords and other medieval weaponry dragged on too long.
Camp Quest: making your kid even less popular in the real world. Yes, I am holding that ban on “Jesus Christ Superstar” agains them. That would never have happened at Camp Winnebagoe (“Into the Woods” ’94 yeah!). Blog synchronicity, I love you.
4. Can you become, can you become, a new version of you? New York Magazine, don’t think we haven’t noticed your Felicity-love of late. First an interview with Keri Russell, then with Scott Foley? Be still our beating hearts. Even though Felicity didn’t end up with Noel (forever a source of great sadness – would YOU believe your psycho girlfriend had travelled through time?), at least they’re in your archives together. Aw.
There’s more but we’ve been banned from gushing about Boldface Names, no matter how brave they are in the face of Puffy. Admitting we have a problem is a first step. No, Wilmer, please. It’s over. Just go.