What I DON’T want to hear God say when I arrive at the pearly gates: anything about my browser history.
James Lipton finally had his chance to hear from God himself, when he passed away earlier this week. I had a flood of notifications about it, which made sense – my blog’s theme and title are a play on James’ show.
It was a superb show. Movie stars are held in high regard because they help us escape, and learning their journeys and craft is fascinating. Sure, James fawned all over them, but it was undeniably watchable. That’s a great legacy. I’ll miss him.
By the way, my new pal Rob Lowe has been known to police language on Twitter, and once posted this gem:
James Lipton finally had his chance to hear from God himself, when he passed away earlier this week. I had a flood of notifications about it, which made sense – my blog’s theme and title are a play on James’ show.
It was a superb show. Movie stars are held in high regard because they help us escape, and learning their journeys and craft is fascinating. Sure, James fawned all over them, but it was undeniably watchable. That’s a great legacy. I’ll miss him.
By the way, my new pal Rob Lowe has been known to police language on Twitter, and once posted this gem:
Right on. It’s time for RIP to rest in peace.Am I the only one who finds "RIP" to be a sort of lazy, pat and tossed-off way to remember someone's life?— Rob Lowe (@RobLowe) January 19, 2013