RIP William Campbell, Star Trek's Squire of Gothos and the Klingon Koloth
He also sang with Elvis Presley in "Love Me Tender" and starred in Roger Corman's "Dementia 13."
He also sang with Elvis Presley in "Love Me Tender" and starred in Roger Corman's "Dementia 13."
I like Downton Abbey. This surprises me, because usually I don't go in for historical British costume TV shows. I leave those to Her Ladyship, who is mourning because she has just finished watching Lark Rise to Candleford, and now there ain't no more.
Downton Abbey has all the virtues you'd expect of a British costume TV show set in a manor house in the Edwardian period. Great costumes, great sets, great acting, good writing. It also manages to both celebrate the elegant lives of the aristocracy, while also pointing out the unfairness that, by birth, some are born to serve and some are born to be served. Almost all the characters are sympathetic, but they are all flawed as well. Also, there are two outright villains so far--Thomas the conniving footman, and Mrs. O'Brien, his conniving ally. Boo! Hiss!
Maggie Smith stands out even in a great cast as the Dowager Countess, as does Jim Carter, as the butler, who heads up the household.
Hereditary class systems are terrible things, but in Downton Abbey you also see security in being part of a community, where, if you do your job -- and it's a do-able job -- you'll be welcomed and respected I wonder how much of this is nostalgic bullshit? Certainly it seems that in America today, so many of us have neither the security of a class system or the rewards of a completely free society; you can do your job diligently and have it outsourced to India.
I hit my goal weight, rounding out 90 pounds of weight loss, Dec. 29.The software I use to track calories and exercise (which is called Lose It) told me I could now add 900 calories a day. So I did, and promptly gained three pounds in two days. And it's taken me this long to take it off again. But this morning I weighed in at under my goal weight.
If you want them to charge your credit card a half-dozen times, spend a lot of time exchanging email with their customer service department, get your credit card frozen, and STILL be unable to access the Web site, then go for it.
Just a reminder for those of you who missed it over the holiday break: I recently started as editor in chief of The CMO Site, a community and group blog for high-level marketing executives at big companies. We're looking for a senior editor to work with me. The work is challenging and rewarding, and the pay is competitive. You'll be involved in building a new model of business-to-business tech journalism. Find out more and apply here.
Our neighbor across the street was having some Internet problems. Their granddaughter is staying with them a while, and she needed to connect her MacBook to the Internet to do a class project, but she couldn't do it. So I came over and connected them. Turned out to be a simple fix: I unplugged the Ethernet from the grandparents' PC, and plugged it into the MacBook.
I got nailed by the iPhone alarm bug this morning. My alarm didn't go off. Fortunately I got up anyway.
Remember sniglets? There must be a word for the apprehension that you accidentally posted a snarky comment to a corporate Twitter account you manage, rather than to your own personal Twitter account.
I forgot something very important in my post earlier today: Julie and I lost all four of our parents in the 2000s. My Mom died in April, 2000, followed about six week's later by Julie's father, then Julie's mother, then my father in 2004.
The decade for me was mixed. I started out much where I ended up: Still married to the same woman -- hooray! -- still working as a business journalist writing about the Internet, working for the same company. But I've certainly taken a roundabout path to get back to where I started. I got laid off twice, and spent 22 months freelancing. Both of those times I thought I was pretty much done with journalism, but it pulled me back in again.