Blogger, It's Cold Outside

Baby It's Cold Outside was composed by Frank Loesser, and Esther Williams sang it in Neptune's Daughter with Fernando Lamas, or Red Skelton. OK, it Is cold outside now. Feb has started off cold and windy, right after Phil in Punx and General Lee in Georgia and Polk County Paul in Des Moines were hauled out of their dens to see their shadows. I want more 50 degree January temps, but we may not get that this month. Oh well, that is Nature.

I was disappointed in the Super B yesterday. I thought both teams played like dorks. I liked a few of the commercials, especially the one with the nude truck mudflap girl who rode away in a pickup with Yosemite Sam. More nakedness there than Janet showed a couple of years ago, even if the mudflap girl was metal and in profile. I surfed from the Super to Animal Planet and watched a chunk of the Puppy Bowl. Cute little puppies and a cute concept. Bring the puppies back next year, unless The Bears are going to be winning in the big game on another channel. The Rolling Stones did a good 12 minute show of three of their old songs. Al least we got to see them on TV live and they showed that you can be in your 60s and not be ready to die in five minutes. I Got To See Keith!

I have not been keeping up much with Guiding Light lately because the show is the Harley Hour, and I have not got a great enthusiasm for Harley. I know Beth Ehlers is a good actress and has unconventional beauty, but I want more Reva and Jonathan.

I probably should avoid any comment on the Mohammad cartoons riots, because someone on earth may actually find this blog and accuse me of being a bigot.

Al Lewis, who was Grandpa Munster, among other things he did, died last week at 96, and Zsa Zsa Gabor is 89 today, and Fabian is 63.

I looked at some websites that had stuff about The Munsters and Al Lewis, and everybody who knew "Grandpa" seems to have loved him. He was in the Green party, and his politics were way over on the Left, but he must have been a human dynamo up to the very end. I had forgotten that he was also on Car 54, Where Are You? So, he is now in Heaven with Fred Gwynne.

This is going to be all for right now. I need to see if there is breaking news to keep up with (I split an infinitive); there usually is. Di di mau! It is now 2:10 p.m.

( This is a later note I have edited in: Joe Scarborough tonight did an interview with the editor of the Chicago Tribune on why American newspapers would not print the Mohammed the bomber cartoons. The editor hemmed and hawed and at the end Joe called him a "corporate worm." We will see how the Trib and MSNBC deal with that one.)