In the meantime, Mary is trying to lighten the mood by emailing me Facebook ads, which apparently means we've reached that inevitable scene from a marriage in which the two parties are reduced to communicating entirely in memes. (I'm no expert, but I believe this typically occurs after the point when a wedded couple begins to resemble their pets, but before they start to march around the mall every morning in matching velour track suits.)
Anyway...Are you a waifish, hydrocephalic refugee from a Walter Keane portrait? If so, then you may be qualified to (become a) SOCIAL WORKER!
Have you ever wondered what happened to former United Press correspondent Helen Thomas after she was forced to retire following some impolitic remarks on Palestine? Well, you'll be happy to learn that the one time dean of the White House Press Corps has landed on her feet. Ms. Thomas is now working the Anal Hygiene beat for Facebook, breaking stories and wind and explaining how toilet paper is like Alta Vista or HotBot, while Moist Flushable Wipes more closely resemble Google:
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Finally, via the Fabulous Stacia of She Blogged By Night, a series of newspaper ads for the NBC fall line up from 1973, courtesy of Scenes From The Morgue (Banacek! Police Surgeon! Chase! The Magician! Diana Rigg in a sit com!)
And please check back in a day or so -- I hope to have some new movie stuff for you.