A couple of "thank yous" are in order before we start today's blog from your Hairless Hebe:
Thanks to the Porn Czar for getting me sick today.
Thanks to Jeff Garlin of HBO's Curb Your Enthusiasm for gushing about The Regular Guys Show TM on stage at the Funny Farm Friday night, even though he did call me a cocksucker in front of everyone. At least he picked up my tab with the men's room attendant. Thanks for the free piss, Jeff!
After the show, he was telling my wife and I about a new show he was doing for another network, and that this network's only real concern was if it were perhaps "too inside."
It's a challenge to be in the mainstream, especially if you collaborate with the same types of people everyday for years in Los Angeles. But it's still tough even if you don't live and work in an artist's colony.
Case in point: I recently met with a chap whom his friends and co-workers have touted as quite amusing. He has a penchant for getting the simplest names wrong.
Who's one of the greatest hockey players of all time? Wayne Dresky
Who was the guy on ER who went on to films such as Ocean's 11? John Clooney
What show stars Larry David? Curb Your Celebration.
....and hundreds more butchered current icons of popular culture.
This guy doesn't strike me as stupid. To the contrary, he runs a tremendous money-making business. Some are quick to attribute this quirk to dyslexia or some "otherly-abled" flavor of the month. I think the explanation is simple: He doesn't know because he doesn't have to and doesn't care. Most people are like this. Most people have a lot of shit to do everyday. "Hipness" used to be something called "trivia."