Another week, another bumper crop of new members at Slated. This week saw Damon Lindelhof, Ashton Kutcher, super indie producer Christine Vachone, Nicholas Jarecki and others. Welcome. Help yourself to the free mints, over there in the corner.
Another week, another bumper crop of new members at Slated. This week saw Damon Lindelhof, Ashton Kutcher, super indie producer Christine Vachone, Nicholas Jarecki and others. Welcome. Help yourself to the free mints, over there in the corner.
So there’s this war, see, and the people back home want lots of updates, well, they’re a people not inclined to like to wait for things, see, and then there’s this whole 24-hour news network, and they need stuff to fill the airwaves, and well, the whole thing ended making a Wolf into The Wolf. And that’s the story of how Wolf Blitzer became WOLF BLITZER. The end. Back to you at the News Desk, William.
Field reporting isn’t what it used to be….Last week the Artists and Athletes Alliance, a sort of bridge between Hollywood and D.C., sponsored with UCLA a discussion by Wolf Blitzer at the Four Seasons. Wolf covered politics in general, plus some notable moments from the recent Republican debates. Takeaway: Moderators do probably just as much prep as the candidates. Takeaway #2: Journalists can out-politicize politicians. Takeaway #3: Two takeaways is usually enough.
Kudos and thanks to UCLA, and to Artists and Athletes (on whose Board I serve [how ’bout that locution?]), for their ongoing sponsorship of east-coasties venturing westward. Here’s a UCLA article on the evening, including a salaam by yours truly.
This just in from the front: FDR:American Badass will defend America at Comic-Con this summer
and be out on VOD in September, just in time for our pre-election Presidential candidates to size themselves up against a true, werewolf-fightin’, wheelchair-shootin’ American hero.
Barry Bostwick does a hilarious FDR, and I (me, William Mapother) play Dr. Ellington. Here’s a trailer to treat yourself to. Werewolves, beware yourselves.
Well, you can’t say you weren’t warned.
Blogger is not particularly photo-formatting-friendly, so I’m-a just fittin’ in the captions the best I know how. I expect to move this blog to a more genial host in the next few weeks..
This is the stage at the stunning Red Rocks amphitheatre, where apparently everyone, except me, has either seen a show or performed.
On Denver’s 16th Street Mall, which was deserted and un-mall-like on Sunday, anyone can sit and knock out a tune on the piano. Unless, of course, you can’t play a lick. Like me.
I have no idea what constructive comment I could possibly make about this photo, also from the Mall. Except that if this poor, blue, mortified bull came to life, I hope he’d get in a couple good shots at the sadist who painted him.
Bonus point: The Museum is in Golden, Colorado.
My sister’s fiance sent me these photos from the Buffalo Bill dam in Cody, Wyoming. Before you expand them or look closely, do you have any idea what they are?
Big Horn sheep. Probably licking salt off the dam or ?