Isn’t that a great name? If any of you remember that show ‘Night Court’ that used to be on television, you might remember there was a smarmy guy on it who went by Dan, played by John Larroquette. Well, on one episode it was revealed that Dan’s real name was ‘Reinhold Weege’… and of course they made fun of him mercilessly for it.
My brother and I loved this name so much. We were wordy little bastards, and we latched on with the glee of phenomic fervor. “Reinhold Weeeeeeege. ReinHOLD Weeeeeeeeeeege!”
This must have been an inside joke on the show, cus it turns out the creator of Night Court is none other than… Reinhold Weege. Look it up if you don’t believe me.
Now for the public announcements bit:
I never got the chance to endorse John Edwards on my blog, because I was busy doing other stuff, and now he’s about to drop out, publically, in an hour. I’m bummed.
In this year of the minority candidate, I found myself leaning toward ‘the white guy’ based on content of character stuff. I wish his background and vision would have surfaced in one of the fore-runners, because after reading and looking closely at the three leading candidates, I came to the conclusion that he was the one I wanted. So it kinda sucks that the rest of the nation won’t get to weigh in on Edwards. My reasoning is, it’s still early, and if either one of the front runners detonates Howard Dean style, Edwards was so in the game.
But there’s those damn ‘real life’ considerations, such as money and energy to take into account. Not to mention the harrowing battle his wife must fight against cancer once again. I understand his decision, but it’s a bummer.
Secondly, Rate-a-hottie is going on permanent hiatus. There was enthusiasm for the idea, but it really started out as a joke when I told someone online that I posted his pic on the internet and he was rated ‘highly doable’. (I wouldn’t actually do that without permission, ever) He actually liked the idea, so it became a reality… but it’s not really my style of writing, and it smacks of the sort of superficial flesh marketing that I prefer to take a high and mighty stance toward and thumb my nose at. That’s hard to do when the degree of my hypocrisy is on exhibit on the same page (just scroll down).
Additionally, I thought a lot of the ratings were hella picky, and even though the participants didn’t mind I thought it seemed a bit harsh. I wouldn’t have suspected, but there seems to be a hottie backlash in the works, sociologically. I shudder to think what an average, balding, paunchy guy would have been rated, considering how they panned the hotties; but maybe the complex feminine mind goes for unpredictability. Maybe there would have been a predictably unpredictable upswing in the ratings. I don’t know.
Last but not least, those who were asked to participate in the sociological blog experiment, there were some ‘adjustments’ made, and feedback and all this stuff. It got a little convoluted, but it’s still on for those that want to take part. The details will go out today and it’s gonna be a meteor, not a pandemic, because an uber-virus is just too fucking real.
Big smash. Room for reaction. Sometimes it’s better to keep it simple.
And that’s all, I guess. My left pinky toe itches, but I have the oddest idea that you probably don’t give a crap about that. Happy hump day.