Just saw higher-def, fresh-outta-the-control-room cut of the first show. Thoughts on how TV looks before it gets squeezed into the box in the living room: My co-host is right; it makes a difference. (And my thanks to same, BTW, for pointing out that a blog post in Draft had somehow loosed itself onto the live site. So much for typing tired.) All video should look this crisp and detailed, and one day it will (recent judiciary reining-in of FCC notwithstanding, and wasn’t that an intelligent ruling?!). HOWEVER, the folks who say that makeup and so forth won’t have to evolve are entirely delusional. Trust me — combine lifelike clarity with the ability to stop and zoom in, and NO ONE looks, um, dewy.

In fact, if you’ve got em, facial and hand scars (and yes, wrinkles) seem to be cast in even deeper relief. And let’s don’t even start on the hair thing. Am considering wearing bicycle helmet through rest of season. I’m thinking Tina Fey and Bill Murray ought to start a coalition — and if they do, I’ll build the Web site. You will, however, have to take my word for it; whatever TV you’ve got, you ain’t getting this broadcast. Not at this resolution. And that’s fine by me, even if my co-host doth protest the lack of it.

It appears that the head of the American Library Association doesn’t much care for bloggers. (Not just blogging, bloggers. See for yourself if you get anything else from this guy’s tone.) Suppose he’ll still be in charge if and when I ever drag myself to and through grad school? And do you suppose he can be educated as to how much common ground both sides have; eg., a nearly absolute commitment to free speech?

Remiss as I have been of late in all matters concerning A. Fascé (enjoy that opener, bucky; its probably the best apology you’ll ever get outta me), I had heretofore neglected to check out WFMU’s most excellent blog, recommended to me by that party. As a result I nearly missed this piece of writing, recommended to you wholeheartedly.

What. The. Fuck.

Still figuring out what to do with this thing (yes, I mean the blog), but meanwhile you can spend some quality time with Mobile PC’s list of the all-time Top 100 Gadgets or, as I prefer to call it, Angela’s storage unit.

Repeating to myself, internally and very slowly: My co-host was never an editor. My co-host has always been a writer. If I take this “co”-“writing” thing as a metric, I’m going to be in jail within a week.

Having what we’d call a Bad Job Day (on all of them, including the contract / freelance stuff) — Suzy Kolber, phone your office. So screw it. I will instead meditate on what sounds to me like the perfect job. Had I known this existed when I was young — assuming it did — I could have spared myself a good decade of annoying interactions with editors, reporters, product managers, labs rats and UPS. Though probably not so much with the UPS; can’t have everything I suppose.