Apocalyptic Fit

I think TV producers are in a period of anxiety. Every channel, from Discovery to SciFi is all disaster all the time right now. (Disclaimer: Disaster movies give me lifeforce. I watch any I can.) Either 3d film programs are just dictating television, or something big is driving an apocolyptic anxiety.

Also, I was thinking about climate change today after reading this. I realized that the universe couldn't give a crap whether we were ruining our atmosphere or not. We could screw it up until it all got blown off the planet. Whatever. We only need to care because we live in a big terrarium hurling around a fireball and are fucking it up. (The only real difference between us and a terrarium is that a terrarium has glass protecting it.)

I almost ran smack a Tony Award-winning actress today.

So I was at the Tony Awards rehearsal this AM with Jim and Steven. Radio City Music Hall. We got to watch all the fine tuning and behind-the-scenes action. Jane Krakowski was there – she's the great blond comedienne on 30 Rock.

On the way through exit 26 I nearly walked into a woman. We both stepped back and apologized, and I stepped aside to let her pass through. Turns out was Bernadette Peters. Such a minor story, but you have to collect Diva in New York stories, don't you? (For the record, Bette Midler smiled to me from a moving car in the West Village once. Those are about all the Diva stories I have.)