The Funcooker

D.C. The New Hollywood?

Full disclosure: This article isn’t really about Washington D.C. being the new hot spot for celebrities, but don’t you hate when articles/posts have headlines/titles that are sensationalized, plucked and exaggerates the point of the whole article/post?

Since “Rock Star” Barack Obama won the presidency, there has been some whispers (and shouts) that Washington D.C. has jumped into a whole new field, glamorizing the town with his air of cool and his gorgeous wife, Michelle, becoming immersed in the local scene. But what I am referring to today is the newfound (or my growing adoration) for journalists. More specifically, news anchors. They have fast surpassed actors for my attention. Maybe it’s the old time good looks, maybe it’s the implied intelligence to get up every day and recite the news, or the opinion on the news, maybe it’s that they seem much more civilized, rational, and altogether more interesting than regular celebrities.

There are dozens upon dozens of wonderful people in the field that have their own following, but my favorite is probably Brian Williams. You might recognize him from his presence as the lead anchor to NBC Nightly News. He has also garnered some attention for his music vlog, BriTunes. Although he recently turned 50, he still stays up on the latest music, especially the indie scene. I wonder what his kids must think. He also gets excited that the president asks him for his burger order when they went for the Inside the Obama White House special extras.

He has all the qualities I enjoy in my favorite news correspondents and figures. Intelligence (or at least the appearance of such), a sense of humor (if you’ve ever seen him on any late night shows or The Daily Show, you will especially know what I mean), he has passions outside his work, but he obviously enjoys working and sharing the news too (you wouldn’t work that many hours - he also is the managing editor for Nightly News - without also enjoying at least part of it).

Maybe I’m fooling myself into thinking it’s better than going gaga over a Hollywood actor, but what journalists do is important for the security of a democratic system. Call me a news junkie who likes her news rational (which is why I prefer newspapers and radio) and journalists. It would take the time to write a novel to say everything I want to say on this topic.

For everyone at the Funcooker, this is webravebees signing out.

(NYPost)

And just for my friend, here’s a picture of Anderson Cooper. I don’t care for him too much, but she loves the ground he walks on.

(CNN)

Check a blog focused on media personalities, Soup Cans.

Seeing as I hardly write anything worthwhile anymore, I figured I’d just post about my day…

At work, my co-worker Pono, decided that he loved my shirt and wanted it. It was a shirt featuring three prominent female members of the X-Men. Since Pono is a rabid fan of Storm, and she is on my shirt front and center, he staked claim on it…. and I was willing to oblige. What happened next lives in infamy, as the time I decided it would be cool to reenact  my favorite scene in Point Break - where the female lead changes her clothes under a towel at the beach.

This time I didn’t have a towel, nor were I at the beach. But I did have a large hoodie that I zipped up, and with my friends watching, I attempted to take off my shirt underneath it. …. it didn’t go well. No, no one saw any naughty bits, but I did get my arm stuck in my shirt’s armhole and waved myself about like a crazy person trying to get unstuck (like a one-armed Chicken Dance routine). I also hurt myself. Pono ended up leaving, X-Men shirtless.

After taking a few PhotoBooth trips (to the bottom of the ocean, and a theme park, respectively), I went to Wal-Mart to buy Fanboys. Although, I did stop by the video games section to read the box art of The Sims 3, I walked away from that empty-handed. I refuse to buy it, because I know I will end up wasting the next two weeks of my life, being a recluse. I still want to own it, but just can’t bring myself to buy it. My love for that game will eclipse that of proper hygiene, social standards, and normality. I feel like an addict that just smelled crack again on someone’s breath. I really, really want it, but I have friends, family, and a job, that I’ll hurt/neglect if I really do “let there be Sims.”

In all, it was a decent night. I managed to hurt myself and my pride in one event (that takes effort). I walked away from something that could have been a crossroads between a life of crime (how I would support my addiction to buying custom content on The Sims 3), and a normal one. I would liken this event as very much Butterfly Effect-like, on how prominent this one decision would effect my future. Now, I am about to curl up with one of the greatest movies that nearly wasn’t released (thank you, Darth Weinstein), Fanboys.

No matter how stressed out I become, one of my favorite places to de-stress is in-between some large bookshelves.

When I worked at the library last year, the peace that came with working in the shelves was a unique perk. Ordinarily, I don’t usually peruse the library unless I’m looking for something. It’s a habit I should do more often, if just to calm my high-strung mind. Even the dust doesn’t bother me much.

The feeling of being surrounded above my head of books brings comfort and security that could be equaled to a hug. Making a list dozens of items long of books or subjects that I want to read up on has a sense of accomplishment laced with it. The near-silence of the rows, the pleasure in reading a passage or two from a great author, the surprises at every turn; they make libraries special. Even just sitting between the shelves gives me peace.

I’m not one to be fearful of technology. I don’t have a Kindle (or other electronic book reader), but I’m not completely against it. There are times for each, but I’m pretty secure in my knowledge that libraries and hard copy books will always exist. Digital files are great, but they are also easily lost.

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