CableNewser is one of my favorite blogs and is a daily read. It's been chronicling the cable-news wars in lovingly obsessive detail since January. Now the NYT has outed the formerly anonymous author...he's an 18-year-old college sophomore in Maryland.
Sounds like an awesome tour, and I'm seriously thinking about going. (It hits the Beacon Theater in New York on Thursday.) But what I found odd (and rant-worthy, thus this post) was the last graf of the review:
On my way to work just now, I hit the Subway across the street to grab lunch. As I walked through my building's lobby, who should I see but Tom Arnold, trailed by a camera crew. Tom + crew headed for the elevators. So did I. As luck would have it, I wound up in the same elevator with Tom, his crew, and a couple other people. We all crowded into the corner so as not to block the crew's shot, but then Tom noticed the Subway bag in my hand and addressed me. "Doing the Subway thing, huh?" The camera, lights, and boom mic swiveled toward me in unison.
"Yeah, it's cheaper than the employee cafeteria."
"Are you getting one of those low carb wraps? Have you had those?"
"Nah, I'm not that extreme."
"They're pretty good. You gotta eat five or six of 'em, though."
Then it was my floor (thankfully I work on the fourth floor and it wasn't that long a trip.) So I wound up being an unwitting straight man for Tom Arnold. I hope they'll edit this out -- not sure I wanna wind up in some reality show or whatever they're doing.
Went to the Rivah (my parents' place on the Rappahannock River in east-rural-nowhere, Virginia) with B. for a weekend of peace and quiet, pretty scenery and good friends. This is just about my favorite place in the world, and I hate that I'm no longer in easy weekend driving distance. (Fortunately, there's a nonstop AirTran flight from LaGuardia to Newport News, which is about an hour away. Sure wish I were closer, though.) We took the boat out for a spin, had good seafood, and drove to littlenearbytowns...but we mainly just hung out and watched the river from the screened-in porch. Bliss!
Like all blissful things, however, it had to come to an end...this time with an ungodly painful 4am wakeup call so we could fly back to Noo Yawk early Sunday. (B. had to go to work in CT at 1pm.) So B. went off to the salt mines, and I was pretty much useless for the rest of the day. When I wasn't asleep, I was loopy. (Kind of like a normal day, come to think of it.) We're heading back to the Rivah on the Fourth of July, and I can't wait.