Fame. I wanna live forever.
We're running a "brushes with fame" issue for the staff newsletter, and you find out the weirdest stuff... My coworker chased Kareem Abdul Jabbar down an airport causeway. My boss not only met Heather Locklear, but she also had her own exercise show on cable access. As for me, I was on Hi-Q when Scaryman Sobel was host, plus was interviewed for the national Junior Achievement conference in 2001 by Lorraine Mansbridge. So no, I have had neither celebrity sightings nor my 15 minutes.
Mind you, I am a celebrated writer for a local arts weekly. Maybe that counts? (I use the term "celebrated," as in I celebrate every time I get paid and I celebrate whenever I land an ego-stroking cover piece.)
What is it about celebrity that turns people gooey? We follow these ridiculous legal battles with closer attention than our nation's foreign policy. "If the glove doesn't fit, you must acquit!" and "Jesus Juice" mean more than Grewal or R-CALF. You met someone that I've heard of! AND you got their signature! Ohmigawd ohmigawd ohmigawd... [click]
Tom. Katie. Seriously, guys. You aren't fooling anyone, and you're making me nauseated. Please stop. Katie, give me a call if you need some deprogramming.
Serendipitously, your Forgotten English of the Day: "whillywha"
A wheedling or insinuating person; a flattering deceiver. To take in or persuade by flattery.
Now there's a word that deserves to come back into fashion... Perhaps replace the name of "P.R. Practitioner" with "Master o' Whillywha". I'd put it on my business cards!
In other news, Father's Day went well - although without the sleep-in or breakfast in bed I'd been hoping. We saw my wife's father, and my own travelled across the country from Dauphin, Manitoba! I saw my dad for the first Father's Day since I was three. (Mind you, he came up to see his granddaughter, but I'll take it.)
Mind you, I am a celebrated writer for a local arts weekly. Maybe that counts? (I use the term "celebrated," as in I celebrate every time I get paid and I celebrate whenever I land an ego-stroking cover piece.)
What is it about celebrity that turns people gooey? We follow these ridiculous legal battles with closer attention than our nation's foreign policy. "If the glove doesn't fit, you must acquit!" and "Jesus Juice" mean more than Grewal or R-CALF. You met someone that I've heard of! AND you got their signature! Ohmigawd ohmigawd ohmigawd... [click]
Tom. Katie. Seriously, guys. You aren't fooling anyone, and you're making me nauseated. Please stop. Katie, give me a call if you need some deprogramming.
Serendipitously, your Forgotten English of the Day: "whillywha"
A wheedling or insinuating person; a flattering deceiver. To take in or persuade by flattery.
Now there's a word that deserves to come back into fashion... Perhaps replace the name of "P.R. Practitioner" with "Master o' Whillywha". I'd put it on my business cards!
In other news, Father's Day went well - although without the sleep-in or breakfast in bed I'd been hoping. We saw my wife's father, and my own travelled across the country from Dauphin, Manitoba! I saw my dad for the first Father's Day since I was three. (Mind you, he came up to see his granddaughter, but I'll take it.)
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