If blogging came as effortlessly to me as tweeting, this site would be stacked with witty, thoughtful posts, (and uproarious humor). Today the top Trending Topic is “No God’. That got me going for at least two hours worth of tweets, some of the funniest wing nut @replies I ever got and a follow by the amazing @TheBlogess.

I do not have a short attention span and I like blogging. I like any kind of writing. But there is something amazingly addicting about shooting off a one liner and getting 20 immediate responses. The only thing I can compare it to is my one ill fated encounter with a crack pipe.

The first zinger I tweet in the morning is so sweet, I chase it the rest of the day,

I’m counting this as a blog post. I’m going to try to do better.

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From a land where Rupert Murdoch reigns free (no not Australia)….

Thanks to Jipsi K. Pause the video; he’s the guy standing in front of Tim Horton’s.
Please feel free to re-post! You can follow Jipsi on Twitter @Jipsi

I really do try to find something to like in everyone I encounter, but this one was a toughie.

My loathing of Sarah Palin was so well known, that during the election season, while all of my friends and family were sporting cool pro Obama attire… I was given an anti- Palin cap sleeve tee for my birthday!

But low and behold, only seven months after she and her grandpa were trounced on election night, I found something the crazy, Christian, gun toting, illiterate, hillbilly governor of Alaska and I have in common, our toes!!

Now let me be clear, I am not talking about the ugly coral colored polish with white dots on her big toe. I mean her toes themselves.

From this photo is it apparent that Ms. Palin has what is commonly referred to as Greek toes (as opposed to Egyptian toes where the big toe is longer) or Morton’s toe, named for American orthopedic surgeon Dudley Joy Morton (1884–1960).

Sarah Palin and I have the same toes. Her second toe is longer than her big toe! Common ground, finally.

Maybe there is hope for Obama’s non-partisan vision of America after all.

*Note- This is a distinction I also share with Kill Bill star and QT’s favorite toe fetish model, Uma Thurman. Mr Tarantino… I’m ready for my close-up!

UPDATE: I want to make it very clear, that my second toe is only VERY slightly longer than my big toe. Still, I feel that my chances of a second date with Diddy are slim.

SHE first swung into action 50 years ago, helping her boyfriend Batman rid Gotham City of villains until she was killed off in 1979.

Now Batwoman is making a comeback, replacing Batman – who is missing, presumed dead – in the popular DC Comics series.

And this time around the superheroine’s alter ego, Kathy Kane, is a red-headed lesbian.

Billed as a “lesbian socialite by night and a crime-fighter by later in the night”, the new Batwoman is clad in a figure-hugging black outfit with knee-high red stiletto boots.

She is set to appear in at leasty 12 issues of the Detective Comics, the first of which will appear in June, the BBC reports.

“We’ve been waiting to unlock her – it’s long overdue,” DC Comics writer Greg Rucka said. “Yes, she’s a lesbian. She’s also a redhead. If people are going to have problems with it, that’s their issue.”

Batwoman was first outed in 2006 and has made a number of cameo appearances in the series.

Batman was killed by a fireball last November, though fans suspect he’ll be back.
(via Sydney Morning Herald)

I’m betting her first run in will be with Cat Woman!

Los Angeles-
Land of “too many cameras and not enough food”. (The Police)
I’m still here.
Posers, sycophants, auto-rejecters, silly German producers, insipid celebrities and skinny girls.
Sorry, I’m still here.
Wannabes, almost weres, has beens and burn outs.
I’m still here.
Wide eyed young men, expressionless bass players, drunk guy flashing his useless WGA card.
I’m still here.
Battered writers, relentless bit players, knock about blues singers working the Glendale- Pasadena- Toluca Lake bar circuit.
I am so still here for you.
Stories waiting to be told. I’m still here. I want to tell you.
Just gimme a couple more years.
I’ll still be here.

As all of us that are obsessed with Mad Men already know, in Season 2 Episode 1, Don was reading “Meditations in an Emergency” by Frank O’Hara.

The episode ends with….
“Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again and interesting and modern…,
Jesus, Don… it is and it does.

So for Matt Weiner, the genius who breathes life into Don, Peter (known in my house as “Warren” due to his eerie resemblance to the he/she villain in “Homicidal”), Peggy, Betty and all the rest, I submit another poem, from the same book.  One that expresses how I have always felt about the movies… and great tv and most of all great writers.

Roll on Don Draper, you tortured soul… you fucking rock.

To the film industry in crisis

Frank O’hara

Not you, lean quarterlies and swarthy periodicals
with your studious incursions toward the pomposity of ants,
nor you, experimental theatre in which Emotive Fruition
is wedding Poetic Insight perpetually, nor you,
Promenading Grand Opera, obvious as an ear (though you
are close to my heart), but you, Motion Picture Industry,
it’s you I love!In times of crisis, we must all decide again and again whom we love.
And give credit where it’s due: not to my starched nurse, who taught me
how to be bad and not bad rather than good (and has lately availed
herself of this information), not to the Catholic Church
which is at best an oversolemn introduction to cosmic entertainment,
not to the American Legion, which hates everybody, but to you
glorious Silver Screen, tragic Technicolor, amorous Cinemascope,
stretching Vistavision and startling Stereophonic Sound, with all
your heavenly dimensions and reverberations and iconoclams! To
Richard Barthelmess as the “tol’able” boy barefoot and in pants,
Jeanette MacDonald of the flaming hair and lips and long, long neck,
Sue Carroll as she sits for eternity on the damaged fender of a car
and smiles, Ginger Rogers with her pageboy bob like a sausage
on her shuffling shoulders, peach-melba-voiced Fred Astaire of the feet,
Eric von Strohnheim, the seducer of mountain-climbers’ gasping spouses,
the Tarzans, each and every one of you (I cannot bring myself to prefer
Johnny Weissmuller to Lex Baxter, I cannot!), Mae West in furry sled
her bordello radiance and bland remarks, Rudolph Valentino of the moon,
its crushing passions, and moonlike, too, the gentle Norma Shearer,
Miriam Hopkins dropping her champagne glass off Joel MacCrea’s yatch
and crying in the dappled-sea, Clark Gable rescuing Gene Tierney
from Russia and Allan Jones rescuing Kitty Carlisle from Harpo Marx,
Cornel Wilde coughing blood on the piano keys while Merle Oberon berates,
Marilyn Monroe in her little spike heels reeling through Niagara Falls,
Joseph Cotten puzzling and Orson Wells puzzled and Dolores del Rio
eating orchids for lunch and breaking mirros, Gloria Swanson reclining,
Jean Harlow reclining and wiggling, and Alice Faye reclining
and wiggling and singing, Myrna Loy being calm and wise, William Powell
in his stuning urbanity, Elizabeth Taylor blossoming, yes, to you
and all you others, the great, the near-great, the featured, the extras
who pass quickly and return in dreams saying you one or two lines,
my love!Long may you illumine space with your marvelous appearances, delays
and ennunciations, and may the money of the world glittering cover you
as you rest after a long day under the kleigh lights with your faces
in packs for our edification, the way the clouds come often at night
but the heavens operate on the star system. It is a divine precedent
you perpetuate! Roll on, reels of celluloid, as the great earth rolls on!

Today is a dark day.  One of my first Twitter followers, Rob Corddy (@robcorddry) has dumped me.  When I made this information public, thousands of high profile Twitter users blocked Rob Corddry.  His WB web show was canceled. They pulled his name off of IMDB.  Jon Stewart bitch slapped him…. and his last hair fell out.  Corddry apologized, but the dye was cast.  His wife has already filed for divorce and taken his children to Tijuana and sold them to gypsies.

I should be happy, right?  Still, I feel an odd emptiness. You never forget your first B-list comedian.
Baby, come back.  You can blame it all on me.

I woke up with morning, with renewed vigor and recommitted to three things.  1. Finish the treatment for the screenplay I am working on with Travis Rink.  2. Cut down on the cigs (I know I know). 3. Posting a daily blog entry.  Number three- done!

Please enjoy these two video clips  I discovered this morning via Twitter posts. The first came (to me) via @feliciaday.  If you still don’t know who Felicia Day is… Google immediately. Then, go out and fly your geek flag high.

This second video link, I received from a new follower, @Wzzy, who I don’t really know yet, but who I like already. Link via @iamkhayyam and @theconstruct.

Six weeks ago,  actor/comedian Kevin Pollak threw his hat into the ring as a talk show host.  Going right passed the television networks, Pollak who is a Must Follow on Twitter, was so impressed by the social networking community, he decided to produce a show for his “followers” and air it on the internet.  It’s a mix of Charlie Rose and Dinner For Five,  with a lot more humor,  a bit less production value, and no pesky waiter (actor?) interrupting the talk.  It’s a roaring sucess. Pollak is relaxed, funny and genuine and the show is intimate and engaging in a way that exceeds any talk show on traditional television.

The Kevin Pollak Chat Show has a couple of mottos… The first is  “We’re not ready” and while there have been a few techinal issues, they only add to the show’s charm.  The second and more significant motto is “This is Your Show” and more than anything else I’ve seen online,  KPCS (as it’s referred to on Twitter) is fan-centric and interactive . Viewers can comment and ask questions to Kevin and his guests in a live chatroom or by posting on Twitter.  Fans can submit their original music to be used as the show’s theme music. Every week Kevin plays the game, “Three Degrees of Kevin Pollak” (because Kevin Bacon is a pussy if he needs 6).  The live audience throws out any actor’s name and regardless of how obscure,  so far nobody has stumped Kevin and his crack staff.

Another fan favorite is the weekly Larry King Game.  At the end of each interview,  Kevin asks his guest to do a bad impersonation of Larry King, reveal something personal and throw to the phones using a hopefully funny city name.  This has spawned the Larry King Game on YouTube (see below).

Previous guests have included actors Joe Mantegna and  LaVar Burton, and comedians Doug Benson and Jim Gaffigan.  Last week Kevin hosted Christopher McQuarrie, the writer of The Ususal Suspects and actress Paget Brewster.  The McQuarrie segment alone ran over two hours, but I’d be surprised if anybody watching even took a bathroom break.  Pollak really is that good at this.

The Kevin Pollak Chat Show airs live on Sundays at 5pm PDT from Maholo Studios in Santa Monica.  You can view the show live at Stickam or for more info go to KevinPollakChatShow.com.  Follow Kevin @kevinpollak on Twitter.   This weeks guests are Alex Albrecht,  host of Diggnation and The Totally Rad Show and… yes I’m gonna say it, be still my heart, Golden Globe Winner for his role as Don Draper on AMC’s Madmen… Jon Hamm!

If you’ve missed the first five shows, they are available on itunes.  If you want to post your best (or worst) Larry King impression to the Larry King Game click here.

Here’s our entry… I was behind the camera, as usual.