Thursday, July 10, 2008

It just keeps getting better....


Joe E. Tata, baby!

From CNN.com:

Nat's back on new '90210'

LOS ANGELES, California (AP) -- Joe E. Tata is cooking again in the role of Peach Pit diner owner Nat for the new incarnation of "Beverly Hills 90210."

Tata, who was part of the original series that aired from 1990 to 2000 on Fox, said Tuesday he was wrapping up his scenes for the pilot episode of CW's version of the show. The part represents "lightning striking twice," he said.

It's uncertain if his character will remain part of the series, he said.

"The coin's in the air for me," Tata told The Associated Press. "I guess it comes under the heading of magic test: Let's see if the audience still remembers me."

The drama about two high schoolers from the Midwest who move to California and enroll in West Beverly Hills High School debuts September 2.

Other alumni of the first "90210" appearing on the CW show are Jennie Garth, whose character of Kelly Taylor has become a high school guidance counselor, and Tori Spelling as Donna Martin.

Garth ("Dancing with the Stars") will be in several episodes, while Spelling is set for one episode so far, the CW said.

Shannen Doherty reportedly is in talks to return as Brenda Walsh. The network declined to comment on Doherty.

Tata, 71, said he jumped at the chance to bring back Nat, whose diner was the hangout of choice for the "90210" crowd.

Nat Bussichio was "a good guy, always there to help out," Tata said. The actor is still greeted by fans of the drama, sometimes unexpected ones.

"Cops and firefighters say to me, 'I used to watch the show -- I mean, my wife did, or girlfriend.' But they knew more about the show than I did," Tata said, laughing.


Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Matresses are after me

For the past 5 or 6 days, everywhere I go I see matresses out on the street. Every block I walk the Renegade Master, I pass multiple matresses out on the sidewalk. When I go pick up a sandwhich from work for lunch, I pass people carrying mattresses. When I pass a moving van, they are always loading a mattress.

Is this new mattress season and no one told me?

Dumb Dog is so Dumb...

Keeping with the Match Game theme...

My dog from hell(ish) is trying to eat the hair off the brush I'm trying to brush her with. That can't be a good treat.

In other news, she is now trying to teach the hairbrush (and this laptop) a lesson.

Good times.

Friday, May 30, 2008

Clay Aiken Is Going to Be a Dad

There are no words to express how wrong this is

http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20203048,00.html

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Mr Cuckoo Head

Mr Cuckoo Head was our front row live entertainment the other night on a long subway ride home from Harlem to Brooklyn.

As you may well guess, Mr Cuckoo Head (as he called himself) wasn't exactly all there.

He had a big tall cardboard box. With one thing in it. A shiny wrestling belt.

Mr Cuckoo spent a good deal of time reinforcing to us that he knew he was gonna be a wrestler ever since he was in DooDoo Pampers.

I was so sad when he got off the train before us!

Thursday, April 17, 2008

My fox Reny

Got me a dog.

Been waiting to get one against my own good advice for years.

Then went and got me a dog.

(dog = god backwards, another reason god loves me.)

Reny the fox she is and she's adorable.

Come one and all to see her.

Just not all at the same time please.

* Free dog walkers can apply at any time *

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

I got game... and burgers

The night started innocently enough.... The monthly meeting of the Burger Club! This month: Shake Shack. In honour of Spring to come but that just wasn't quite there, but it was ok because there were heat lamps.

We get in line to order. We get in line to pick up. And then someone offers us Knicks tickets! So, burger scarfed quickly, taxi hailed, and we're at the Garden. Club seats!

Game good. Waitresses good. Then they bring out the 'cheerleaders' and they're doing that shoot-a-t-shirt-at-the-crowd thing. Seen it many times before and 'eh?'

But all of a sudden, I got the fever for a t-shirt. I got so excited, but what were the chances? And then it happened...

A t-shirt ricocheted off the face of a little kid nearby and landed in my lap!! Mine. So mine. That kid had a giant foam finger (which makes me think of pooping [or not] at Shea Stadium, but that's a story for another time), so what else did he need?

I instantly decided to not feel bad... or look him or his father in the eye and took my prize home.

Have been sleeping in it every night since (without washing it). Decided against Adam's advice to wave it around and yell "suck on it kid" when we ended up across the subway platform from them at the end of the night.

See, god does love me.