Category Archives: Fabulosity

I am not Danny Glover

Because of the similarity of our names, I have periodically had people refer to me by name as “Danny Glover.”  For a time it was more common at work because of a historical artifact regarding my work email address.  One person in particular seemed to take particular pleasure in this.

In fact, it has sometimes been hard to prove to people that I am not Danny Glover.  Perhaps they believe I bear a striking physical resemblance.  If only, I thought, I could be in the same place at the same time as him, I would have definitive evidence.  Now, it happens that around thirty years ago he stood not ten feet from me, when I saw him perform Blood Knot in New York City, but at the time he was not famous and it did not occur to me to document the event.

Fortunately, fate provided me a new opportunity tonight.  I was out to dinner at Nishino and my dinner companion observed that Danny Glover or someone strongly resembling him had entered the restaurant.  We later confirmed via observing some fawning encounters that it was in fact the Danny Glover.  While I did not disrupt his privacy by asking him to pose for a photo with me, I do at least have a witness who can confirm the event.

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Lassparri’s Revenge

This week marked the passing of Kitty Carlisle Hart who was known, among other things, for the role of Rosa Castaldi in one of the greatest movies of all time, A Night at the OperaWith this, one of the last living contemporary links to the Marx Brothers is gone.

There are many things to say on the subject, but Lawrence Downes put it best in today’s New York Times: Ciao, Rosa Castaldi.

Mariska Hargitay should adopt Dannielynn Hope Marshall Stern

Think about it.

Hey Henry! Hey Iain!

It’s not often that people I know personally get mentioned in the New York Times.

Will Someone Please Need and Feed Sir Paul?

The articles are starting to trickle in about Paul McCartney‘s 64th birthday being this Sunday, June 18th.  So far Mark Caro’s is the most worthy.  We should expect it to be all over the popular press by Friday.
 
There’s the obvious irony of his recent separation from wife #2, though technically he’s still the only Beatle who has never been divorced.   I suppose an appropriately snarky comment is in order, but it sounds like the British tabloid press — who make Ann Coulter look like Mother Teresa — are taking care of this.

“It’s funny how one insect can damage so much grain.”

It’s hard to believe it has been 25 years since John Lennon was killed.
 
It’s hard to believe I can still remember that day so clearly.
 
It’s hard to believe that I’m older now than he was then.
 
Hey, hey, Johnny.

On With Their Hair or Off With Their Heads!

OK fellas, listen up:  The fully shaved head look is over.*  Over! 

I cannot tell you how tired I am of my work meetings looking like a Moby impersonators’ convention.

This is not just my opinion, by the way.  I’ve confirmed it with my official style arbiter, Rodger of 7.

Please do something else with the top of your head.  Anything else, in fact, except a mullet or a comb-over.

 

* – Five extra demerits for pairing it with a goatee.