Fair's Fair - John McCain on Saturday Night Live

Opening Sketch:


Weekend Update:


I admit I laughed and felt a bit better about McCain that he can still laugh at himself. If only the McCain of 2000 had run for President.

Fred Thompson's on Meet the Press right now. Why? He should go back to Law and Order.

John Bless America - A Night at the RNC

Okay, first off, what is up with all the man tans? Joe Lieberman and Fred Thompson look like contestants on Dancing with the Stars.

Speaking of Fred Thompson, I love how he said, "God Bless John McCain and John Bless America." I guess that gives new meaning to the phrase "WWJD."

NBC has a mic in the crowd near one guy who keeps screaming like he's having an O. NOT PLEASANT!

I swear you can see the crazy in Laura Bush's eyes. I almost feel sorry for the Stepfirst Lady.

It's almost hilarious to watch the Repubs try to get behind Sarah Palin, a Governor they'd probably barely heard of before this week. Certainly the same goes for McCain who'd met her, what, once or twice before giving her the gig.

And speaking of Sarah Palin, there's this.

I almost curse Diablo Cody for Juno these days.

Random and discombobulated,
Ms. P

ps. Chris Matthews Hair Update - totally plastered to his forehead in the Minnesota night. Totally Schroeder. Totally AWESOME.

Lost In Austin: A Lot Can Happen in a Day

Well, I'm here. Truth be told, I'd rather be in Kentucky (don't tell my boss that!), and I never thought I'd say those words. Somehow I've resigned myself (in a pleasant sort of way) to being a Crestwood gal.

As for today's news...

Heath Ledger... RIP (shocking and sad in that strange, why is this shocking I didn't know him at all sort of way).

Brad Renfro... RIP (I know that's a bit old. I meant to mention it when it happened but didn't get around to it, which is lame).

I certainly hope things don't come in three's this time around.

Fred Thompson's out. Was he ever really in?

Barack and Hillary are going at it. This is a drag. I hope that people can see beyond "black man and white woman fighting," although after listening to Rush Limbaugh (I was with my mother and had no choice) for a bit today, I'm rather doubtful.

American Idol was in San Diego which was rather dull. The weird guy with the long fingernails whose voice was barely a whisper did manage to freak me out, though. What is with the dudes and the nails this season?

I've been toodling around on Twitter and Facebook and can't seem to figure out the point of either, although reading the random thoughts of my internet friends has proved to be fairly amusing.

Oscar nominations were announced this morning. Bit surprised at all the Juno love. I saw an interview with Marion Cotillard after she got her nod (for playing Edith Piaf in La Vie en Rose), and I almost have to retract my Golden Globes Access Hollywood sniping because she really is a babe! She made an impressive transformation into EP. Nice to see Hal Holbrook get a nom (even though it seems like he doesn't have a chance in hell over Javier Bardem) and ha ha, no Julia Roberts. Thank God for small favors. Cate Blanchett will probably win Best Supporting Actress, anyway. They sure can't give it to her for the universally panned Elizabeth II: Shrill and Shrillerer. Interesting to see what the telecast will be like. Maybe Jon Stewart can announce all the awards and get Stephen Colbert to give the acceptance speeches.

I'll be more interesting tomorrow. Possibly.

It's cold but I'm warm,
Ms. P

Random Disjointed Interruption

I love Celine Dion! I watched Celine on Oprah yesterday and as a result now understand the vacant look I see on the East End housewives' faces when I'm in line with them at the Springhurst Target. I bet I have that same look now. There's something hypnotic about getting sucked into Celine and The O. Something that reeks of "normal life" with hidden fantasies of standing on the prow (was it the prow?) of a ship with Leonardo Di Caprio while the wandering words of "near, far, wherever you are..." float through your unconscious. It's powerful stuff, man, that lure of mom jeans and minivans and Top 40 music.

Nicole Kidman says she hasn't had any cosmetic procedures done in the new issue of Marie Claire. This bothers me because I like Nicole, but I can't stand liars. I'm still looking forward to her portrayal of Mrs. Coulter in The Golden Compass, though. She was a champion liar, too.

Is anyone besides me disturbed by the Xbox 360 commercial that has a chorus of kids singing Poison's "Nothin' But a Good Time"? I mean, goodness, why did they leave out these classic lines, "They say I spend my money on women and wine, but I couldn't tell you where I spent last night"?

I tried watching Weeds yesterday, but I'm sorry, I can't get past that theme song. I mean, I thought I wouldn't be able to get past Mary Louise Parker, but the memory of that ticky tacky flesh-crawl inducing tune just made me shudder while I was writing. Bit sad, really, as I like Elizabeth Perkins and it was kind of cool to see Barto from Jack and Jill again.

National Right to Life endorsed Fred Thompson who keeps referring to himself in the third person (which you know I just love). Maybe he thinks someone else ("Fred Thompson") will be President if he wins and he'll be spared from doing the hard work. Anyway, poor Mike Huckabee. He's fervently anti-choice, his popularity is surging, and he's not getting the big nods.

What the heck is going on in Tennis? End of year fatigue, I'm guessing, as Roger Federer, Novak Djokovic and Rafael Nadal all suffered surprise losses in the Round Robin matches at the Masters Cup in Shanghai. But kudos to Fernando Gonzalez, Richard Gasquet, and David Ferrer for their upsets. This is the second time Ferrer's beat Nadal this year.

And finally, can someone please explain to me why every handbag I see in Lucky and In Style costs upwards of $1,000 (or more)? I finally got my head wrapped around $200 jeans but this... this seems like insanity. On second thought, $200 jeans are pretty crazy, too.

Bea Arthur is buggin',
Ms. P