Please, Would Someone Find The Dictionary?

I just love it when a freelance writer falls short on words, is overwhelmed by her personal feelings of revulsion and uses terms like "ick factor" as a substitute for conciseness and clear thinking.
Especially in the much-venerated NY Times.
Just shows us, LA does not have the market on airheads.

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Also, am I the only one that finds the LA Times blogs impossible to find, or even remember the url?
I think it's a problem with the name: Opinion LA is too much like La Opinion. My hint: just change it to Matt Welch Says. Everyone will remember that.

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Ed, all this YouTube stuff is making the page slower to load. Perhaps we need to add a page just for the videos and you tube and such.
Just wondering, kiddo.

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The Golden Globs

I was at the Beverly Hills Hilton on Saturday, a hubub of activity for the Golden Goats... erghhh Globes. Sets being built for all of the major TV shows, press lining up to get their credentials, security guards flown in from around the world and a bar waitress telling us that many of the "looky loos" will no doubt skip out without paying their bartabs tonite. I asked the bartender about the guests who stay there this weekend. "The media, mostly workers." In other words, the workerbees of the "television/movie/studio industry," but not the stars, who stay far away in even more posh surroundings. So I looked around and saw that none of the workerbees were under the age of 35. Most had either blonde or that red color that one doesn't find in nature. They all spoke conspicuously loud, as if by doing so they could grossly inflate their own importance. But most of all, they looked desperate, knowing it's a dog-eat-dog world: at any moment someone will come around and work for less, be faster, younger, more technologically skilled and will take their job. So really, they're no different from you or I, the only difference is that once in awhile they'll get a bit of swag driblets from some star feeling a bit self conscious about taking it all.

I also saw a room where all the newspaper people sit, (no swag, dearies, but you do get water). They're put in rooms with two little TV's and a bank of tables. I saw the seats for the LA Daily News, the LA Times, and thought how easy it would be to have Ed and Jess go over and replace it with the LA Times Pressmen. But knowing Ed, he'd schmooze on the red carpet with Halle Berry, and the rest of us would be stuck in the bar with all the young 'uns who talk too loud.
And that's my report from the Golden Oats.