For the last week or so, I’ve had George’s answering machine message stuck in my head. If you’ve seen the Seinfeld episode it’s from, you’ll recognize the lyrics immediately:

Believe it or not, George isn’t at home
So leave a message at the beep
I must be out, or I’d pick up the phone
Where could I be? Believe it or not, I’m not home!

So now that I trust that I’ve gotten it stuck in your head too, let me explain to you how I plan to go about getting it out of my head. I intend to get my hands on an mp3 of the song from which it borrows its tune: Believe It or Not, the theme song from “Greatest American Hero.” The chorus to that song, which is extremely artful and not at all cheesy, goes like this:

Believe it or not,
I’m walking on air.
I never thought I could feel so free.
Flying away on a wing and a prayer.
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it’s just me.

Once I track down the mp3, I’m going to listen to it on repeat until the idea of hearing it one more time makes me physically ill.

Last time I ran into this kind of problem, I was looking for the John Basedow theme song. And although the file’s not available anymore, my dear friend oonor managed to track it down for me. So now I’m appealing to my internet friends again–help me, please, internet friends.


Quick non-specific thoughts on last night’s Lost (and, to a lesser degree, the last few episodes of Lost): the writers have seemingly given up on actually coming up with original ideas and are now winkingly echoing the complaints/theories of crazed fans on the internet. Hey, I bet it would blow everyone’s mind if we had the characters asking the same questions the psychotic message board fans are asking (i.e. “where are they getting all that food? how do we know any of this is real? aren’t the number coincidences utterly ridiculous?”). But of course they won’t actually answer any of those questions or resolve anything in a satisfying way. That would require a modicum of respect for their viewers, rather than a craven interest in maintaining a sinister hold on them without endowing them with anything approaching coherent plot resolution. This is how a modern television show dies; not with a bang but an ironic meta-whisper.

Finally, Tina Fey is filming a pilot for a new NBC sitcom, but who cares? The important info in the NY Times article is about Studio 60, the new hour-long drama written by Aaron Sorkin and starring Bradley Whitford and Matthew Perry! …and Amanda Peet, but we can always kill her off. It looks like the show, which is a behind-the-scenes look at a SNL-type variety show, is essentially a lock for NBC’s Autumn schedule, and I for one am extremely excited. I don’t even mind that it is going to rip off a bunch of Sports Night plotlines. I’m just excited for the possibility of a Casey McCall/Dan Rydell cameo.

 

From the Washington Post:

DeLay Wanted to Leave Office on His Own Terms
Texas congressman had considered resigning on several occasions, but wanted to win the GOP primary before announcing his departure.

The way I read it, DeLay hamstrung his own party for one final ego-boost before acknowledging the obvious: that his own misbehavior ensured that he didn’t have a chance of earning reelection. More precisely, as the article says, he screwed his GOP competitors out of personal animus and in all likelihood wrecked the party’s chances of saving the seat (not to mention putting another dent in the party’s national reputation). Am I wrong? Is there something more sophisticated and less unsavory going on here? Oh, okay, here’s something:

An additional impetus for putting off the resignation until now was suggested by John Feehery, a former aide to DeLay and House Speaker J. Dennis Hastert (R-Ill.). “He needed to raise money for the defense fund. That was the bottom line,” Feehery said. “He wanted to make sure he could take care of himself in the court of law.” Under federal campaign rules, any reelection money a lawmaker raises can be used to pay legal fees stemming from official duties.

Delicious. The Hammer, going out with class.

 

Let’s take a moment to talk about and recommend the blogs of all of my close personal real life friends:

Friends from various times in DC:

  • Fletcher, whom I met on the first day of freshman year back in Washington, DC. A fierce competitor on sporting greens of all varieties, a student of document archiving, and a wagon-jumping University of Texas fan. He can grow an adorable, if patchy, red beard.
  • Lauren, a tiny crusader for the rights of the underrepresented (or something–I’m not totally clear on what she does at work) with a passion for offbeat reality TV and fancy restaurants. Has been known to drink a margarita or two.
  • Phil, who hasn’t written a damn thing since January. He has fancy glasses, a west coast attitude and an appreciation for dive bars. One Halloween, he wore a boxed wine costume.
  • Katie and Ruth, who use their blog primarily to communicate with each other (although they haven’t touched the thing since October). Katie and Ruth were both classmates of mine in high school. They were cooler than me but kept me around for ego-boost purposes.
  • Britt, another high school classmate, who is currently in the vicinity of Winnipeg studying the natural grace and beauty of birds up there. Something like that. He is very wise and rowed crew once upon a time. We both follow DC sports (Britt with an emphasis on hockey I once shared but have since, sadly, lost).
  • Drew, who I met on the ultimate frisbee field. A Syracuse fan with a background in economic and social policy and a very good breakmark flick, he’s currently traipsing around Africa and documenting the voyage with lots of pictures and insightful commentary. I’m hoping he ends up in Boston sometime soon.
  • And, of course, my friend Evan, who’s in Baghdad working on the Saddam Hussein war crimes tribunal and taking time off to travel all over the Middle East. He writes periodically and artfully about the fascinating experience he’s having, giving special attention to the cultural and socio-historical differences he’s seen but taking the time to note funny quirks that have made his time abroad so fun and interesting. As you may have noticed, I didn’t put a link on his name. That’s because for some crazy reason he doesn’t have a blog. GET A BLOG, EVAN.

Friends from college:

  • Nate, my famed jackass roommate from college and a full 25% of The Quad. This firebrand/rabble rouser/aspiring demagogue writes passionate political diatribes from a far-left (borderline communist?) perspective. He has good taste in music and writes poetry, ladies, so if you’re in the Bay Area I encourage you to get in touch with him. He’s desperately lonely.
  • Molly, New York fashionista with a piercing narrative style and a flair for photoshop. And look out, because she is not afraid to don a wig.
  • Kjell, the first man to ever grow a beard (to hear him tell it). Kjell is big and strong and funny and way ahead of the indie music curve. Also, one day he may be your doctor.
  • Ji, whose real name is actually Ji, is a Baltimorean in NYC, taking life a day at a time and loving every minute of it. Honorary member of The Quad and master of the narrative pictorial.
  • Noah and Alex and Becky and some other people have a blog that pretty much defies description. A lot of media stuff, with plenty of pop culture and commentary. Good times.
  • Kolsky, another former roommate and the least senior member of The Quad. A Chicago native recently returned to his motherland, K-dog writes about sports, sports, sports, hip-hop, and some other stuff. He also has an NBA blog that I don’t read. Maybe you would enjoy it, though.
  • Paige, a nice gal who dated a few of my friends in college but has her own identity thank you very much, has a blog that as of yet is primarily concerned with her life on the dole and the ridiculous antics of our most absurd celebrities. She’s an upstart but has already been featured in Gawker. Save up for her erotic tell-all memoirs, expected to be released in the Fall of 2008.

Friends from law school:

  • “otrain” pops his collar without apology, plays Super Smash Brothers shamelessly, and blogs sporadically. He writes about those activities and sports, pretty much, and he is a funny guy.
  • dan is a Villanova alum (you remember them, they choked in the Elite 8?) who sometimes makes a fool of himself in public and occasionally shows up to class on time. He writes about television and stupid people on public transportation.
  • “Boston Legal” is from Ohio and cares about women’s rights. She likes Pikachu and music and George Clooney.

So that’s it. I think that’s everyone (let me know if I missed you). Check them out, they’re fun and interesting and excellent ways to waste a few minutes you should be spending on work.

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