Bernie Mac died last night at the age of 50. We’ll probably watch Bad(der) Santa tonight in his memory.
Longtime movie & TV producer Bernie Brillstein died Thursday.
So Bernie Kopell better keep a low profile, is all I’m saying. . .

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Bernie Mac died last night at the age of 50. We’ll probably watch Bad(der) Santa tonight in his memory.
Longtime movie & TV producer Bernie Brillstein died Thursday.
So Bernie Kopell better keep a low profile, is all I’m saying. . .
I forgot to mention the other thing that made me happy this past week: Official VM best pal Ian Kelley just graduated officer candidate school and is now Ensign Kelley! Congrats!
(I wanted to attend the graduation ceremony up in Rhode Island, but that Springsteen show with my brother took priority . . .)
What I’m reading: Finished A Reader’s Manifesto, by B.R. Myers, and The Beast in the Jungle, by Henry James. Started Strange and Stranger: The World of Steve Ditko
, by Blake Bell.
What I’m listening to: Just shuffling on my iPod, while I figure out how to reinstall my Sirius radio in my car in a way that will prevent my dog from chewing through the antenna cable again.
What I’m watching: Spaced, some Angels-Yankees, and . . . the fourth season of The Wire! At last!
What I’m drinking: Plymouth G&T.
Where I’m going: Nowhere, although I’m considering going up to Saratoga in two weeks to see Gillian Welch play the folk festival.
What I’m happy about: Getting to see my brother last week, and getting out to that Bruce show.
What I’m sad about: The weird noise coming out of the water heater downstairs. Especially after that episode of Mythbusters.
What I’m pondering: Lots of big, intricate sentences by Henry James.
After a conversation about Rush trying to perform on Rock Band, the official VM wife asked me, “Is Rush the best Canadian rock band?”
I can’t think of a better one. Can you? (And don’t say Loverboy.)
Update: Should Rush be in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame?
Bruce put on a heck of a show last night, even though the awful NJ traffic left us with a 9:30pm start, rather than the unofficial 8:30 start (the tickets are for a 7:30pm start; hah!). My two observations about the band:
Here’s the set list from the concert:
Summertime Blues
10th Ave Freeze-Out
Radio Nowhere
Prove It All Night
Two Hearts are Better than One
Promised Land
Spirit in the Night
Light of Day
Brilliant Disguise
Pretty Flamingo
Blinded by the Light
Cadillac Ranch
Candy’s Room
Night
Because the Night
She’s the One
Living in the Future
Mary’s Place
Incident on 57th St.
The Rising
Last to Die
Long Walk Home
Badlands
First Encore
Jungleland
Born to Run
Bobby Jean
Dancing in the Dark
American Land
Second Encore
Jersey Girl
Rosalita
I had a blast, especially since he kept the preaching to a minimum (unlike the time I saw him in 2003, which I don’t seem to have written about), but that late start meant that I walked in the door at home at 2:10am. Now I’m up at 5:30, taking care of the dog and I’ll bring my wife down to the bus stop in an hour. It’s humbling, given that I just watched a 59-year-old man perform for 3 hours and 15 minutes without a break.
Good thing I’m not heading into the office today!
Sorry about the lack of posts today, dear readers! I was getting tons of work done so I could get out of the office early, meet up with my brother, and head over to Giants Stadium for the Springsteen show! More later!
What I’m reading: Finished Against the Gods, Camp Concentration
and Bottomless Belly Button
this week, but haven’t decided what to read next. Maybe Archy & Mehitabel
. I oughtta catch up on the past 2 issues of Monocle.
What I’m listening to: 22 Dreams (Paul Weller), and West Indian Girl
and 4th & Wall
(both by West Indian Girl)
What I’m watching: Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story (eh), Yankees-Red Sox and Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog.
What I’m drinking: Red Stripe
Where I’m going: Allegedly, I’ll be going to the shore on Tuesday and the Springsteen show at Giants Stadium on Thursday.
What I’m happy about: That I truly am Jersey. And that my brother’s visiting (hence the Springsteen/shore stuff)!
What I’m sad about: That I truly am Jersey.
What I’m pondering: Can I get shots for this?
I’m just testing out this WordPress app to see if I can really write posts directly from my iPhone, bitches!