

HIT ME
Although I can’t promise that it won’t take me like 10 hours just deliberating over caps, because it’ll probably go like this:
Okay, so, there’s these 4, and then… then there’s these 7. And then over there are the other 19, sooo…. hey, 6 and 30 are both even numbers. You know what, maybe I should go back and watch and study the topic/episode/season/whatever so challenged with to really do it justice.

I’m totally okay with Hugh Laurie becoming a spokesperson for L’Oreal for Men because the apparent randomness of it says to me that we are one step closer to him being in all the things, and that will be a happy, blessed day indeed.


“Racism was ever present and over the years together, we saw it. Clarence’s celebrity and size did not make him immune. I think perhaps “C” protected me from a world where it wasn’t always so easy to be an insecure, weird and skinny white boy either. But, standing together we were badass, on any given night, on our turf, some of the baddest asses on the planet. We were united, we were strong, we were righteous, we were unmovable, we were funny, we were corny as hell and as serious as death itself. And we were coming to your town to shake you and to wake you up. Together, we told an older, richer story about the possibilities of friendship that transcended those I’d written in my songs and in my music. Clarence carried it in his heart. It was a story where the Scooter and the Big Man not only busted the city in half, but we kicked ass and remade the city, shaping it into the kind of place where our friendship would not be such an anomaly. And that… that’s what I’m gonna miss. The chance to renew that vow and double down on that story on a nightly basis, because that is something, that is the thing that we did together… the two of us. Clarence was big, and he made me feel, and think, and love, and dream big. How big was the Big Man? Too fucking big to die. And that’s just the facts. You can put it on his grave stone, you can tattoo it over your heart. Accept it… it’s the New World.” - Excerpt of Bruce Springsteen’s eulogy for Clarence Clemons


Purpose
We have come up with a snail mail campaign to show our support for Lisa Edelstein and her character, Lisa Cuddy, after the recent announcement that she will not be returning for season 8 of House MD. We will be mailing letters and playing cards (Queen of Hearts) to the networks, to encourage them to reconsider Lisa’s contract and negotiate one that is fair to her and the work she’s put into the show over the past seven years.
Guidelines
» Please be respectful. I understand that not only are people sad, they are also flat out angry, but being rude, immature, or making threats will not send a message. General rule of thumb – act as if Lisa is the network; would you curse her out and immaturely tell her how awful she is? No, you’d be polite and calmly state your opinion. We have a far better shot of being taken seriously if we conduct ourselves as mature adults.
» Be courteous and supportive to other fans – we’re all in this together.
» Send as many cards (Queen of Hearts only) as you’d like in separate envelopes. Different sizes, different shapes, different patterns and colors are all welcome – the more variety, the better.
Visit bringlisaback.com for more information!

Walkin’ down the levee with my head hangin’ low
Lookin’ for my mama but she ain’t here no more
Baby, you don’t know… You don’t know my mind
When you see me laughin’, I’m laughin’ just to keep from cryin’
You Don’t Know My Mind / Hugh Laurie