Which Dick do I remind you of most? Links in Dicks’ names are to Google Images. Click, look, and weigh in via the comments.

It’s written by Ginsburg & McIntyre, and you can follow their shenanigans more on the Twitter.

I offer herein a quick fix to the printing problem, at least in Safari / Mac OS X. (Other browsers should have similar solutions for the savvy web user.)

Create a file named something.css and store it on your hard drive wherever you want. I call mine “overcome.css” and put in a my Documents folder. Edit this file with a plain-text editor. Do not use Word. Put this text, this CSS code, into that file, then save it and close it:

@media print {
#nav-wrapper { display: none; }
}

(Alternate solution if plain-text editing is beyond your computer routine: download overcome.css.)

Now in Safari, go to Safari > Preferences > Advanced. Where it says Style Sheet, select the file you just created or downloaded. That’s it! See the difference below, where I offer a side-by-side comparison of the first printed page of my IMDb Pro page. Quick review: Better. Way better. IMDb should hire me.

UPDATE: It turns out that Safari users will benefit from one other CSS change, due to poor cross-browser issues with the new IMDb Pro look. Add this to overcome.css in order to avoid the weird thing that happens where the page shifts down 21 pixels just as it finishes rendering. I’ve altered the download file accordingly.

#nav-wrapper #navbar { margin: 0 !important; }

Again, IMDb should hire me.

(Please leave a comment if you find it useful, or if you find an error.)

Take a look at this map I made over on the Google. It shows the busiest commercial casting locations in LA. This is handy information! But not complete. Some of these are drop-off friendly, others are not. Some good commercials do get cast elsewhere. But most commercial actors are going to one of these places whenever they get an audition from their agent.

Good luck!

Please leave a comment if you find it useful, or if you find an error.

In my parents’ neighborhood, love of country was on display when I arrived from a Boy Scout’s Eagle project of several years ago: US flags flying in front of every house. At right, I reach out to it.

In my sister’s neighborhood, downtown Provo, which has a number of beautiful old homes, the parade happens. She lives one block from the route. Things are tame here, of course, so the 300,000 people who watched it do make for an unusual situation with rules and rule-breaking. The city put up red garbage cans per block, and post-parade the place was pretty durn clean. That’s love of country.

After the parade, at the Freedom Fair (I’m making that up, but it could be correct), we bought sunglasses and Tater Twists. Each plateful of Tater Twists is one russet potato sliced into one continuous curl — with a homemade gadget that involved, literally, a power drill for every potato — and then deep-fried to golden perfection. What a country!

Today I would like to take a moment to applaud AT&T on this front. Here in LA, some of the wealthiest neighborhoods have the worst AT&T coverage. I’m talking about the Hollywood hills, West Hollywood and Beverly Hills. Man, do I admire the Socialist-Commie-Pinko-Democrat-Bleeding-Hearts at AT&T who brazenly do not cater to their richest constituents.

AT&T, you looked at the only neighborhoods in town that could afford iPhones, and you told them to suck it. You go, AT&T!

However, I use a lot of data. Twice the amount needed to qualify for the $15/month savings that I’d hoped for. And since the new plans are capped, maybe it’s not worth giving up unlimited for any cap in order to save $5/month. The included graph shows my data plan usage from AT&T’s wireless account page. I’m at 400 MB/month pretty consistently. What’s your usage?

Newly Conventional Ideas That Were Once Unthinkable
You might have slept with Tiger Woods
There’s a Ford in your future
Your mom is too cool for Facebook
Republicans to Democrats: Hands off our Medicare!
Russians suck at winter sports
Gay marriage
Inspector Clousseau: Mossad agent
The white minority
Eliot Spitzer, public figure

Embracing change, I switched the DNS servers on our Time Capsule settings from Time Warner Cable’s default values to the settings over at OpenDNS. The internets have gotten peppier with every one of the above changes. Upgrading your RAM or your OS will probably cost most of you money, but you can all upgrade to OpenDNS for free … and I highly recommend you give it a shot!

Just be sure to write down your current settings so you can reverse them if it doesn’t make things peppier for you. (Sidebar: If you say it in French, a peppier might be the guy that walks around fancy restaurants to grind some pepper on your soupe or salade.)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7KQ4vkiNUk

Mr Trutanich is the city attorney. A couple of days after learning who he was, I called his office and said thanks. I even tweeted that call! The thanks was for AB 1319 and its protection against advance-fee talent scams, both egregious and subtle. Many actors only hate egregious scams, I support clamping down on the subtle ones, too. Misguided actors are complaining. Why don’t you call him up and thank him for doing some good in the world?

There are only 10 days till opening night!

The story goes that this poem was inspired long ago by me and my siblings’ propensity for grabbing quickly at things in the basket on top of the fridge whenever dad would hoist us in the air, which he did often. If something fell down, it wasn’t my fault — gravity did it!

			Gwabity

		Kathryn R. Ashworth


	Gwabity did it;
		Gwabity told
	About all the things
		I climbed up and stoled

	Fwom off of the fwidge top
		And put in my pocket.
	Gwabity told,
		Though it couldn't talk it.

	Mama held
		My feet by her hand
	While I giggled and giggled
		At Upside-Down-Land.

	"Oh, oh," I said,
		And Mama did, too,
	As the pennies and pwetties,
		Away they all flew.

A paper clip here,
			A blue marble there,
	And one wubber band
		All hid in my hair.

	"Gwabity makes
		Things fall," Mama said,
	As the things I had gwabbed
		Fell down wound my head.

I’d mentioned this poem to mom recently, and it brought a big smile to her face. A couple of days later she said “Gwabity did it” with a twinkle in her eye. It’s one of the last things my dear mother said to me.

Thank you, mom. I love you. I miss you.

But Lena also sang some cheesy, fun lounge classics. On this day of her funeral, take a moment to enjoy these two songs that appeared on the Ultra-Lounge compilations. Wives and Lovers. It Had Better Be Tonight.

RIP, Lena. Rest in peace.

DOCTOR BAYLISS is nearing forty. A wry, self-controlled man, an easy talker, but with a wisp of sadness that clings even to his self-effacing humor.
AT CURTAIN, JIM is standing at L., staring at the broken tree. He taps his pipe on it, blows through the pipe, feels in his pockets for tobacco, then speaks.

JIM. Where’s your tobacco?
KELLER. I think I left it on the table.

I may wear a bow-tie. Stay tuned!

Today’s work is being overseen by this ever-vigilant butler, at the Calabasas house. He’s always been here, every day, at the house “I” own, but to be honest, I’m not sure he’ll be seen in the final cut. I wouldn’t want him left out, so you go, Mr. Butler!