No, I’m not giving away babies, Freeman Hunt had herself a Freebaby yesterday evening while you were watching “Supernanny”! I mean, really, if you watched less TV and concentrated your efforst, you could probably come up with something pretty cool, too.
Probably not as cool as a Freebaby, but still.
I’m hoping the pix turn up on her blog.
Got a metric tonne of shite to do so I may be quiet this weekend.
I’ll probably go see Frost/Nixon and feel dirty about it.
My mom used to be a serious Frank Langella fanatic. I’m not kidding. She saw Sphinx–in a movie theater!–every day for a month, I think it was. She could recite dialog.
It was because of her that I saw, on opening day, Masters of the Universe in the Cinerama Dome! And the only other guy there, besides us, was James Noble, who played Governor Gatling on “Benson”.
The following year, she actually met him on the set of “Dr. Paradise”, a TV pilot that never got picked up. I think that was the end of her interest in him. Langella is a phenomenal actor, and absolutely fills a room like only a polished stage performer can, but when he’s off, he’s a mousy little guy and kind of effeminate.
Like all actors.
Except John Wayne.
And Rock Hudson.
We actually haven’t had our usual blistering dog days this summer. Last year this time, we were having 110+ degree heat and it wasn’t dropping below 90 at night. It’s only 72 degrees now (2AM) so even though it’s staying in the 90s during the day, this is the kind of weather that can wear you down.
But we got the new A/C in in June, and summer has been pretty irrelevant, even though the system still needs some tweaking, and I’m not confident how well it would handle a real 120 degree scorcher.
There are typically only 2-3 weeks in a summer where A/C is a virtual necessity. Not that you absolutely need it, but that you can’t do anything else but wait for it to be over.
However–and I knew this would happen–we’ve had the A/C on every day this summer, at least for a little bit. There’s a difference in what is easily tolerated versus the temptation of absolute comfort. Also, in fairness, the others endure less well than I. Children, in particular, tend to melt in the heat. (I did, too, though I often ventured out into it, and the smog.)
Usually we can get the house cool at night, down to the low ‘70s. But somewhere between 2pm and 4pm, it starts to get stuffy. Then it’s anywhere from 9pm to 1am before it makes sense to open up the house to cool it down again.
The only scary thing is that we’ve still yet to get a power bill.