The American Spectator, a publication which infamously spent itself and whatever intellectual capital it had on an Ahab-like pursuit of the Clintons, took the time today to congratulate Rush Limbaugh on the eve of his fourth marriage, the ceremony set for tomorrow.
The strength and attention span required to splutter over this, I lack at the moment. The latest sacrifice is a 33-year-old “party planner” in south Florida. There’s a job that didn’t exist when I was a youth, else I might have given it a whirl. I certainly planned plenty of parties, although in the spirit of generosity a good hostess requires, I’ll give you my secrets now: Concentrate on the guest list. The right people can make any kegger into a blowout. Whereas with the wrong people, even designer martinis and a naked-woman sushi buffet will fall flat. You don’t need a chocolate fountain if Coozledad has RSVP’d in the affirmative. (And tell him to bring some friends with him.)
Gawker, on the other hand, is approaching this event with the spiritual reverence it requires. They’ve rented a banner-towing plane to fly over his compound, and is asking readers to suggest what the banner should say. My favorite so far: Kathryn, what do you think of England?
Pals, I have reached the end of this week in my customary Friday head: Exhausted, but still with most of a day’s work to go. There are lots of good things to talk about today, so let’s get to it.
This WashPost story about Michele Bachmann gets right to a topic that’s bothered me for a while — how the fragmentation of news media has allowed certain people to build a national image and reputation entirely apart from mainstream media scrutiny. There’s a book in this, not a paragraph from a blog, but this profile is a glimpse at what I’m sure we’ll see in the near future — a presidential candidate who will campaign entirely apart from the networks and major newspapers, speaking only with friendly “journalists” on talk shows and cable-news channels. It might happen in 2012.
On the other hand, you see what happens when you do meet the mainstream media. They quote you accurately:
BP, already bedeviled by an out-of-control well spewing millions of gallons of oil into the Gulf of Mexico, now finds itself with one more problem: Tony Hayward, its gaffe-prone chief executive.
Among his memorable lines: The spill is not going to cause big problems because the gulf “is a very big ocean” and “the environmental impact of this disaster is likely to have been very, very modest.” And this week, he apologized to the families of 11 men who died on the rig for having said, “You know, I’d like my life back.”
Or this guy:
“We already got one raghead in the White House,” Knotts said. “We don’t need another in the Governor’s Mansion.”
And that is so totally unfair!
And with that, I’m outta here. Final verdict on yesterday: Yes, I popped for a new machine. The old one had corrupted firmware, and for a lot of reasons too boring to go into, I decided to start from scratch. The old one is being repaired, however, and once I get done scrubbing the grime off with a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser, will be gifted to a member of our household who is closing out the final days of the school year with a 4.0 average. We tell her her job is to be the best student she can be, and excellent job performance should be rewarded with bonuses. And now we’ll find out if she reads this blog, because my guess is, when I make this presentation on the last day of school, it will come as a total surprise.
Have a great weekend, all.