Annette (pictured, 25th row, 7th from left) had gotten in line before 5 AM at the local Wal-Mart to get one of the new Barbie Lady Gaga dolls for her daughter; she had no idea that the demand would be this high. The question was who was Barbie’s companion doll–the new Ken–going to be . . . Brad Pitt or Justin Bieber?
The turnout for the SXSW film festival in Austin drew the usual crowd of Glitterati–Cher, Al Gore and his band the AlGoreRhythms, Lady Gaga, Brad Pitt, Madonna, Angelina Jolie, Donald Trump, Michelle Obama–even Al Sharpton made it as a guest of Spike Lee, as did three Marilyn Monroe, four Elvis and one Richard Nixon look-alikes (oddly, no Michael Jackson look-alikes), but when Willie Nelson showed up (possibly under the influence of mind-altering substances) with his trumpet, and claimed that he was Miles Davis reincarnated, it was suggested that he “quit tooting his own horn”. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Eugene’s agent had called and told him he had a gig for him, doing an advert for one of the political parties, but Eugene said no; he liked to think he took the long view and hang on for something with more long term promise. He was holding out for a part in some long running sit-com, even if his part was to be the comic relief character like Seinfeld’s “Soup Nazi”. He really wanted to be the bad guy in a blockbuster playing opposite Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, or Bruce Willis, one of the pretty boys or tough guys. He would have to rely on the “Special Effects” guys to help him hold, much less shoot, a pistol. Maybe he could learn to hold it sideways in his trunk like the gangstas . . . . David, Sf.G.
Tommy had seen the Brad Pitt movie, “A River Runs Through It,” 20 times and had watched more fishing shows that anyone he knew. He had been longing to fish the Montana rivers for trout for years. When he finally got to Montana and had a look at the Kootenai River in the spring, he decided wade fishing may not be an option . . . . . David, Sf.G.
