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The Three Faces of the Oscars

I’m a true fan of the Oscars. Honest I am. But this year, persevering through all four hours was more stressful than watching–heck than living through–The Three Faces of Eve.

Pick a personality and stick with it. I beg you.

Host Ellen DeGeneres was at ease, charming, perfect. Until she was too much and then I was over her. In the early going, DeGeneres and Pharrell Williams both broke through the fourth wall, chatting, teasing, and dancing with the glitterati in the first few rows. Intimate camera work enhanced the effect. Was I sitting on the aisle with the nominees or were they chillaxing in front of my TV with me?

Unfortunately, DeGeneres just kept on doing The Ellen Show, while the Oscars went on without her onstage. Her Twitter selfie with a dozen stars was inspired. The pizza, over the top. Enough already.

This was an amazing year for movies and actors–both male and female. Onstage, the winners seemed to know and acknowledge it, with generous tributes to the others in their category. (I’ll give Cate Blanchett a pass for her strange digs at Sandra Bullock and Julia Roberts. Maybe she was nervous. Or maybe I’ve just never gotten Australian humor. Bullock didn’t seem to know what to think either.)  If you haven’t already seen them, watch the acceptance speeches by Jared Leto and Lupita Nyong’o. Both actors were gracious, grounded, and poised. Continue reading

Thank goodness I’m back

I guess you haven’t lived in cyberspace until your website has been hacked.

I’ve lived now.

Last week, I was guest speaker for the Fredericksburg Parkinson’s Support Group. We had a great time, sharing together how humor can help you cope with difficult situations. At the end of my talk, I invited attendees to come to this site for more information about me and about Eldercare Is Making Me Fat.

Afterward, I was signing books, and enjoying that giddy feeling you get (I? get) when a talk has gone well and I feel as though I’ve connected. People were so nice and eager to tell their stories.

That’s what I expected when one lovely woman came up to me and said quietly, “I looked you up on Google last night because I wanted to learn a little more about you.”

“Oh, thank you,” I replied, thinking I knew what was coming next.

“I think you should know you have been hacked,” she said sweetly. “And there are some awful words on your site.”

That sent me in a panicked rush for my smartphone.

“Just Google your full name,” she said helpfully.

I did. And sure enough, the first result was for my home page, with the ominous message This website may have been hacked.

Right under that, instead of my carefully crafted mini-bio, sat a string of words that had pretty much nothing to do with me.

Prominent among them was a pharmacopoeia of solutions for the dreaded ED.

There was the one that starts with a v, and the one with a c, even the one with an l.  (I’m not going to type them out for Heaven’s sake, in case the whole thing gets flagged again.)

There was also something about Jamaica (with a small j) Negril (small n) and s*x.

I don’t need to tell you what I’ve been doing this weekend. And it is not holding hands with Herman, sitting side-by-side in matching claw foot bathtubs. (One day soon I’ll write about just how demented that image is.)

Nope, I’ve been cleaning up my website and pleading with Google via robots to restore my formerly pristine reputation.

At least it makes a fairly funny story.

But then I’m beginning to believe that just about anything will if you breathe deeply enough.

Even if you can’t, um, perform like you used to.

I don’t even know how to try to start a conversation about this one. I’ll leave it up to you. Just click on Leave a Comment below and discuss.