– Ann Althouse liveblogged Katie Couric’s debut on the CBS Evening News. The only time I ever watch network newscasts is when I’m visiting my mother in Smalltown, U.S.A., so I can’t swear that the divine Ms. Althouse got it right, but her account sure sounds plausible:
Next, there’s a segment called “freeSpeech.” Not “free speech” or “Free Speech” or “freespeech” or “Freespeech.” “freeSpeech.” Get it right.
By their taste ye shall know them.
– Ms. pretty dumb things watched the Emmy Awards on TV, and posted this deadly description of the current appearance of Charlie’s Angels:
Kate Jackson’s eyes no longer match; one is slightly rounded, the other oddly triangular. Farrah Fawcett’s ever-slimming nose is dwindling to a Michelle Pfeiffer/Michael Jackson slenderness. Jaclyn Smith’s face has a kind of waxed-fruit fecundity; there is a strange immobility to her shiny, full features, as if she has been sculpted by the masters at Madame Tussaud’s. Each of them have that taut fixed expression that registers as something between mild surprise and total enlightenment. Each of them has been nipped, poked, tucked, implanted and tweaked within an inch of their lives.
Like the song says, aren’t you glad you’re you?