He’s about to be interviewed on Fox News.

[a few minutes later]

He looks almost like a normal person. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but I always imagine him as looking like one of his own characters (his art imitates his life, as it were).

His excuse is that he wasn’t going after the bereaved, per se–just the ones who have put themselves in the news and gone on Larry King.

According to him, we’re just too dumb to understand the nuance of his art.

According to Space.com, Lori Garver, former National Space Society director, and NASA Associate Administrator (and a friend of mine) is angling for a seat in a Soyuz. I hope she can pull it off. She’s likely to do more for public space travel than any of the others who are trying to go.

There’s an interesting article in the Orange County Register about high-tech ghost towns in Silicon Valley, many of them only recently built.

The amount of excess capacity up there right now is staggering, but it may lay the foundation for a good recovery, once people figure out how to actually make money off the Internet.

The Lone Ranger may be returning to the big screen–with a female Tonto.

I’m sure those fussy, anti-cowboy Europeans will have a fit over this.

The Lone Ranger may be returning to the big screen–with a female Tonto.

I’m sure those fussy, anti-cowboy Europeans will have a fit over this.

The Lone Ranger may be returning to the big screen–with a female Tonto.

I’m sure those fussy, anti-cowboy Europeans will have a fit over this.

From ABC.

Drew Carey was forced to make changes in a script that poked fun at airport security. Apparently he was going to have the congenitally-incompetent Lewis and Oswald get jobs as security guards. Sounds like good casting to me. But I guess ABC isn’t into “reality TV.”

Note that the story is being reported by MSNBC…

Bob Novak provides some more interesting background on Riordan’s electoral slapdown.

I wasn’t previously aware of this, but apparently (and bizarrely), Riordan was actually proud of his RINO label. And for people who thought that he was a conservative Republican in 1992, check this out:

I first met Riordan, a fabulously rich businessman, after the 1992 Los Angeles riots. His suggestions for urban peace sounded sensible but not very conservative. In passing, he informed me he was about to run for mayor the next year. He indicated he would not stress his Republican affiliation in seeking the non-partisan mayoralty in an overwhelmingly Democratic city.

He was true to his word, even after entering the mayor’s office. Apart from flashing his RINO button, he fawned over President Bill Clinton, endorsed Democratic Sen. Dianne Feinstein for re-election and avoided Republican Party functions. He was so excessive in praising the way Federico Pena handled the 1994 Los Angeles earthquake as Clinton’s secretary of Transportation that he suggested Pena would make a good president.

Riordan has no one to blame for his loss but himself.

An eleven-year-old boy in Omaha, dressed as Jesus for a school function, got into a fight with another boy who called him “Little Bo Peep” and “Heidi.”

Guess he hadn’t gotten to the part of the book about turning the other cheek yet.

I haven’t said anything about the now-famous penned atrocity that Ted Rall had pulled from the Paper Formerly Known As The Paper of Record, but Protein Wisdom has been battering him pretty steadily, and hilariously for the past couple days. Today, they reprise the earlier Anne Coughman slicing and dicing of his monumentally stupid scribblings of a couple months ago.

Boy, I hope that I never get on her bad side…

But as long as we’re doing greatest hits, and using Teddy boy for target practice, here’s my take on him from my Media Casualties piece:

“For some, a lucky few, catatonia is a blessed escape. One poor wretch named Ted just sits up in his bed all day. His brow is furrowed, and his eyes are unfocused, or focused on some distant unreality, unseeable by the rest of us.

Old newsroom veterans call it the ‘thousand-word stare.’ They’ve all seen it–that look you get as you gaze intently at a blank computer screen, in a futile attempt to conjure up some words that will somehow spin an obvious and just victory into humiliating and immoral failure.

He had been leading a frontal assault on common sense, when he was cut down in a withering fire of logic and irony by a brigade of blogger sharpshooters and fact checkers. The hits were effective, but not always clean. He lived, but his syntax was badly mangled, and his credibility was shattered beyond any hope of salvaging it.”

But somehow, he keeps getting up, and coming back for more. Masochist.