Posts for August 2010
No column today because I’m working on two weekend stories, both about Nebraska icons — Herbie Husker on Saturday and Dr. San Guinary on Sunday.
But I didn’t want to let this week’s “Mad Men” pass without comment … I thought it was clever that the show’s Emmy-night episode took place during the Clio awards. If you chose to watch “Mad Men” instead of the Emmys (good choice), they updated you on “Mad” wins — best drama! — during the commercial breaks.
In this week’s episode, Don continued to get drunk and fall apart, and you got to see how this was affecting Peggy, his much-abused protege. I couldn’t figure out why Joan got to go the Clios instead of Peggy …Read more »
So, you’re welcome. I totally sat through the Emmys so that you didn’t have to.
Long story short (if you want the long story long, check out my live blog in the comments section), the Emmys were really boring this year.
Which got me thinking about how most awards shows are boring — even shows like the MTV Awards, that go to methy extremes not to be boring.
Trying not to be boring actually makes them more boring.Read more »
If Mary Nastase ever comes to your house for dinner, make sure she doesn’t leave with an ace up her sleeve.
The Omaha woman collects playing cards, and she’s tucked away more than 12,000 so far — each of them unique, each from its own deck.
Which means that Mary Nastase is responsible for ruining 12,000 decks of cards.
And she isn’t a bit ashamed of herself.
“We’re wreck-a-decks,” Mary says, grinning.
Wreck-a-decks from all over the world met in Omaha this weekend for the national Chicago Playing Card Collectors convention, just to share and swap playing …
This week was a team challenge, so I was all set to write a silly team recap with my sister.
Instead we both sat in front of her TV with our mouths open.
Thursday’s episode probably won’t seem shocking unless you’re a “Runway” regular. As a rule, this isn’t a very shocking show. There’s no hot tub in the designers’ apartment. Even when there’ve been “villains” on the show, as my sister pointed out, their villainous trait was usually arrogance. “They were never mean.”Read more »
Hey, I’m liveblogging the Emmys Sunday night. It’ll work like a livechat — where you can leave your comments inside of my blog post. No one else in my house cares about the Emmys, so I hope you’ll come hang out with me. The show starts at 7!
Rainbow live blogs the Emmys!
What sort of person spends $240 on a pair of shoes?
No, really, I’m asking.
Because I’ve recently spent $240 on a pair of shoes, and I can’t figure out what sort of person that makes me . . .Read more »
For the first time in four years, I wished tonight that the “Mad Men” writers would have done a little less ’60s homework.
In this episode, Don and the gang are courting Honda — and the references to Asian culture and Asians in American pop culture are so constant, it feels like somebody is setting up a really esoteric drinking game. (Line up the sake bombs.) Maybe the writers thought they wouldn’t ever have an Asian theme again, so they had to cram every reference into one hour.Read more »
When I saw a “Hunger Games” T-shirt at Hot Topic last week, I had to buy it.
Even though it was black (black T-shirts are for D&D games and motorcycle rallies) and even though it meant taking my 6-year-old into Hot Topic (I put him in front of a “Star Wars” shirt and told him he couldn’t look away).
I had to buy it because — well, mainly because “The Hunger Games” is excellent — but also because I couldn’t get over how wonderful it is that books are like boy bands …
In honor of guest judge Philip Treacy, this week’s “Project Runway” post will take place entirely above the neck. That’s where all the good stuff happened in this episode, anyway.
First of all, Philip Treacy is amazing. (If you ever want to lose an entire afternoon, Google “Philip Treacy” and “Isabella Blow.”) Selma Blair was decent in the premiere, but if I were her, I’d hate to be followed by Betsey Johnson and Philip Treacy.Read more »
Nobody actually likes fruit snacks.
No parent anyway.
Parents know that most fruit snacks are just superhero-shaped sugar and corn syrup pellets.
As a parent, you never make your way to the fruit snack aisle — it is almost an entire aisle — thinking: “If only I had a more efficient, fun-filled way to get more corn syrup into my kid. I’m trying to fatten him up for Christmas dinner.”
No, you end up in the fruit snack aisle because it’s your turn to bring snacks. For the classroom, for the soccer team, for …