I’ll be honest, this hasn’t been such a great week. Then again, it wasn’t so great for Bernie Madoff, who’s now about as popular as Hannibal Lecter. Nor for bombastic TV stock analyst Jim Cramer, who was “ripped a new one” on John Stewart’s “Daily Show.
A show on TV two weeks ago was so ghastly, I’m still having nightmares. And I’m not referring to Jason dumping on Melissa on “The Bachelor.” (Frankly, I’m embarrassed I even know that.
Following up on last week’s column, I have great news and “annoying” news. The great news is single mom, C Smith, won her court case and will not be evicted from the Santa Monica apartment she’s lived in for the last 14 years.
Each week in these columns I try to add a bit of humor. (The operative word being “try.”) When I’m struggling, occasionally I’ll analyze just what makes something funny.
Sunday is the Oscars. I used to look forward to the Academy Awards but I haven’t for years. I can’t tell if it’s me or the quality of the movies, or just another reason why I still miss Johnny Carson.
Saturday is Valentine’s Day, or, as some call it, “Singles’ Awareness Day.” If you’re a guy and you haven’t bought a gift yet, I suggest you put this column down ASAP and head over to See’s Candy or Victoria’s Secret.
Last week our City Council announced it was taking applications to fill a vacant seat. This, just as former Gov. Rod Blagojevich was removed from office by the Illinois State Senate by a vote of 59-0.
In case you’ve been on another planet, Sunday is the Super Bowl. I think this is number 43 (XLIII) but don’t quote me as I’m not great with Roman numerals.
Barack Obama will become the 44th president in approximately three days, two hours and 47 minutes. (But who’s counting?) It’s no secret that I’m not a fan of the 43rd president.
There was an abundance of news this past week, most of it bad. Evidently the country is broke. It took 235 years for our federal deficit to reach $5 trillion, but it only took You-Know-Who (rhymes with “tush”) only eight years to reach $11 trillion.
At sunset, I often walk on the boardwalk by the beach. Sometimes I’m joined by my best friend, Alison McLea. She brings her dog, Stella McLea, a ridgeback mix, and I bring Oscar, my neighbor’s golden retriever.
