January 25th, 2006 | brainjuice
Doesn’t Stephen Harper look like the kind of actor a US or US-but-produced-in-Canada TV show uses as the bad guy when they can’t afford a British actor?
(Which, when David Warner is still working, is kind of unimaginable. But still.)
You know the kind of guy. Grey hair, so white you can practically see through his skin into his
circulatory system, with the kind of unblinking half-glower that lets you know that no matter what he’s talking about, he’s actually thinking about shoving pregnant lesbians tits-first into a woodchipper. He’s the white guy in the suit whose last job was sitting behind a big desk condemning Tia Carrere to death in an episode of RELIC HUNTER.
Paul Martin should never have let on that he was desperate. And now he’s in the bin and my Canadian friends are ruled by the guy who plays Creepy Vice-President in Sci-Fi Channel shows.
And, yes, I’m kicking my heels while waiting for the funeral arrangements. My girls are off to America on holiday this week, so they’re going to miss the funeral. Which kind of suits me, to be honest. The funeral itself, I can handle. It’s the thing after it I hate, where you go back to the house and the family’s supposed to lay on food and booze and a bunch of relatives crawl out of the woodwork to get shitfaced and have a good laugh. I hate that. I disappear after the service.
So I’m on my own for a couple of weeks, from tomorrow. Weird timing. Obviously, I’m not going to be around much for the next few days, but after that I imagine you can expect a flurry of drunken, paranoid, isolated ravings.
Thanks to all for the notes.
(EDIT: BREAKING NEWS FROM MEDIAWEEK ONLINE: Weblets UPN and The WB will cease operations in September, giving way to a new broadcast network that will build on the assets of CBS Corp. and Time Warner, reports Anthony Crupi. The new venture, to be named The CW Network, launches this fall with 30 hours of weekly programming aimed at the 18-34 demo.)