Saturday, February 26, 2005
KTLA, Detroit memories from June, 2004
There are things I need to understand too. I think we are scratching the surface of it all by studing the posts from last year. Here in 2005, life seems brighter.
More posts from June 14th, 2004:
09:54 pm m**** on KTLA news
I asked a few people if they saw M**** on the KTLA news spot. She wasn't even interviewed. She was just there, in the background, waiting for her slated moment that never happened. "They never get to me. It amazes me time and again that I can't be like you. You get one grey hair, or one shade off in your sea-green eyes and you're too old fashioned even for the Hollywood news." I told her to get a boob job, she could work a news chopper fast-rotor blade dialogue. She can talk that fast. And she could memorize the news lines. Besides, all those news chopper gals get bit parts on the silver screen. Those lips filled with Play-doh.The chicken salad wilted. I should have wandered downstairs. I'm planning out the morning and hoping for wireless connectivity that follows me wherever I go. Even down into the despair of the Fusion moment.
10:11 pm T****** not in the Detroit Crowd
I watched part of the game. Those tinseltown rejects never make the out-of-state games. How can I not sound bitter? We love our team. We hate our team. I was at a luncheon and T****** said over his swordfish and strawberry vinaigrette that he would be there, on the front lines, that he had tickets; he'd pulled them right out of someone special's ass. I got up from the bed and practically put a permanent dent in my nose trying to see if that was him I saw by the bench. It could have been him in a frantic angry-at-Kobe moment. If it was him, he was probably yelling "This is the 'World Championship' not some B-Ball park game!" That's the way T****** gets and everyone around here knows it. Doesn't make you love him less. Should I call M****? ¶ 11:13 PM
More posts from June 14th, 2004:
09:54 pm m**** on KTLA news
I asked a few people if they saw M**** on the KTLA news spot. She wasn't even interviewed. She was just there, in the background, waiting for her slated moment that never happened. "They never get to me. It amazes me time and again that I can't be like you. You get one grey hair, or one shade off in your sea-green eyes and you're too old fashioned even for the Hollywood news." I told her to get a boob job, she could work a news chopper fast-rotor blade dialogue. She can talk that fast. And she could memorize the news lines. Besides, all those news chopper gals get bit parts on the silver screen. Those lips filled with Play-doh.The chicken salad wilted. I should have wandered downstairs. I'm planning out the morning and hoping for wireless connectivity that follows me wherever I go. Even down into the despair of the Fusion moment.
10:11 pm T****** not in the Detroit Crowd
I watched part of the game. Those tinseltown rejects never make the out-of-state games. How can I not sound bitter? We love our team. We hate our team. I was at a luncheon and T****** said over his swordfish and strawberry vinaigrette that he would be there, on the front lines, that he had tickets; he'd pulled them right out of someone special's ass. I got up from the bed and practically put a permanent dent in my nose trying to see if that was him I saw by the bench. It could have been him in a frantic angry-at-Kobe moment. If it was him, he was probably yelling "This is the 'World Championship' not some B-Ball park game!" That's the way T****** gets and everyone around here knows it. Doesn't make you love him less. Should I call M****? ¶ 11:13 PM
