You probably didn’t picture
Bumble, my new AIM icon.
He’s from the Rudolf
Christmas Special.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering, yes, I have started adding photos to these columns, starting today—if you only get the email, you’re missing out.
Lastly, I have lost about 17 pounds in the past few months, and have accomplished the original weight I was aiming for , but my will-power has disappeared like dry ice in Palm Springs over the past two weeks, and I narfed a large sack of salt and vinegar potato chips today while I was watching one of three movies: “The End of Violence,” “Death to Smoochy,” and “Good Advice.”
“Advice” had Angie Harmon, who is a joy to watch, and “Violence” had Bill Pullman, a severely underrated actor in a Wim Wenders film that was scattered and pointless, if I can be frank with you. But it was four notches above “Death to Smoochy” which was without a doubt one of the worst movies I’ve seen. How they got Robin Williams, Danny DeVito and Edward Norton to say these lines amazes me. That it was released amazes me. And that I spent two hours watching it, even though I was able to do some handy houseman gluing project at the same time, will forever be a sadness I carry with me.
OK, enough, I’m off to bed. I’ll tell you about Saturday’s Variety Editorial retreat some other time.