- In Wednesday’s post (below), I referred to Karl Rove’s “mane.” Some viewed this as satirical brilliance, others as a clumsy typo for “name.” I’d classify it as, uh, a satirically brilliant typo? Yeah, that’s it.
- My wife, the lovely Jeanne, spent yesterday on the set of “Gilmore Girls,” delivering one (fabulous) line in their season premiere. Though she’s still un-represented here in Hollywood, she has somehow booked two out of the last three auditions she’s managed to scrounge up, which is a phenomenal percentage. Do any Big Hollywood Agents read this blog? Give me a call. We’ll do lunch. Yes, that’s right, I’m offering you my wife. That’s how we roll out here.
- I’ll be heading to Washington in a couple of days. I’ll be deep inside the NPR mothership, creating a Super-Secret Project. If anything comes of it, I’ll let you… no, I’ve already said too much.
Fanny Roborat
9 comments
Murray
July 22, 2005 at 4:38 pm
1Speaking of performances, I was honored to be your sister Susie’s http://felberfrolics.blogspot.com/ guest at her performance in NYC on Tuesday. The producers knew what they were doing by placing her last (a number of bloggers did stand-ups on their summer camp experiences) There was no one on earth who could have followed her, she brought the house down. With in minutes of starting, none of us could come up for breath.
She sure has the Felber gift.
Steve
July 22, 2005 at 6:17 pm
2This is all on Double Secret Super Background, of course. Anyone have Robert Novak’s phone number?
SeattleDan
July 22, 2005 at 8:46 pm
3I think Rove has it, Steve. Give him a call.
Linkmeister
July 22, 2005 at 9:54 pm
4“no, I’ve already said too much.”
Yeah, I’ve heard that too.
tess
July 23, 2005 at 6:38 am
5Wooo . . . NPR mothership . . . sounds ominous and strangely erotic! Or maybe just plain disturbing. Um, I’ll go be quiet now.
Pete IVDL
July 23, 2005 at 5:35 pm
6Tess, I’m not sure about ominous and erotic; I get the impression of a small, poorly-lighted cubicle at the foot of the stairs, near the toilets, with tattered soundproofing and slightly dog-eared posters of Noah Adams and Bob Mondello on the walls. Oh, and Robert Siegel’s hat is hanging from the light shade. (I only say this because I visited our national alternative broadcaster’s sets some time ago, and was surprised to see the news desk was actually smaller than it appears on screen. Sometimes, motherships just need wallpaper and dusting).
Adam, you’re in danger of becoming eclipsed by your wife! Not only does she blog, she cameos! Hurry, get the book out before you have to put the whole family’s photo on the dustjacket (the book is gonna have a dustjacket, right?)
Pete IVDL
July 23, 2005 at 5:41 pm
7<RED FACE MODE>
Oops, sorry, I got your famous sister Susie mixed up with your soon-to-be famous wife. My bad. (What on earth does ‘my bad’ mean, by the way? “Oh gosh, I’m a silly duffer”? “I can’t remember all the in-between words anymore”? It is pleasingly short, I noticed, but apart from that…) <REDDER FACE MODE>
tess
July 24, 2005 at 2:07 am
8Pete,
I keep thinking of strangely phallic and completely unconvincing space ships like those from the 1950s with the catch-phrase “take me to your leader.” If that’s not ominous and oddly erotic, then I don’t know what is.
Pete IVDL
July 26, 2005 at 7:31 pm
9Tess, you mean the ones with string jerking them around and puffs of cigarette smoke coming out of the non-pointy bit? Yeah, I guess ‘erotic’ could be applied… Maybe they were “mid life crisis” spaceships. You know, the top was down, the hairplugs were blowin’ in the wind. Hmm. I seem to have been drawn into your reality…
Wheeee!