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I love the Apple Switch campaign as much as the next Mac guy, but I dare anyone to prove that Ellen Feiss is not completely baked in this commercial. Look at those eyes!

CNN on Saturday Night Live’s successful stretch the last few years:
“Back in 1995, ‘SNL’ suffered badly when the show lost Mike Myers, Phil Hartman, Kevin Nealon, Adam Sandler, Ellen Cleghorne and Chris Farley within the space of a year.”
Oh, yeah — losing Ellen Cleghorne was huge.

After some late-night coding, the CD Mix of the Month pages are all functioning again. (The signup form and comments mechanisms had been busted by my host move a month or two back.) The deadline for signing up for the new trade is August 12. And the contents of my July mix are now posted for all to see.

My computer got upgraded (?) to Win2000 last week. It was uneventful, except for the system clock, which was strangely pushed forward an hour. When it was noon, my clock told me it was 1:00. If I tried to change it, the fascist control mechanisms of our IT department told me I didn’t have “the proper privilege level” to adjust the clock. How uppity of me.
The time zone change played well into fantasies I was New York bureau chief for some global news megalith. It also led me to mistakenly (really!) leave an hour early one day last week.
The techs fixed it last night. Damn.

Claudia Schiffer is pregnant. “Schiffer, 31, is said to have fallen for [new hubby and Brit film producer Matthew] Vaughn after he gave her a tortoise.”
So that’s the secret! Must file that bit of info away for future supermodel seduction.

A real journalism hero.

It’s that rarest of days: I had a story in today’s paper. Being an education reporter in the summer reminds me of Osama bin Laden: no class.
The story may be the wonkiest thing I’ve ever written, about why education research sucks so damned hard. (Well, I phrase it differently in the article.)

Pure evil.

It hit me while watching As You Like It in Samuell-Grand Park last night: did Shakespeare do any comedies that didn’t involve crossdressing? (And don’t get me started on the whole escape-into-the-forest-and-find-the-meaning-of-love-among-savages trope.) Seriously, if a contemporary film director leaned on the ol’ crossdressing crutch as much as Willie, he’d be playing primarily on Fire Island screens, if you know what I mean.
Got interviewed by The Guardian yesterday, so British readers, keep an eye out.

One addendum to that last post: anyone who can arrange for me to view even a single episode of The Three Robonic Stooges will be paid at least twenty American dollars. Consider it a standing offer.
In The Three Robonic Stooges, everybody