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Monday, March 10, 2008

From Yahoo! News: Comedians to gather for autism benefit

Cuz there's nothing funnier than Autism!

Story here:

NEW YORK - After being surrounded by the dramatic heavyweight stars of the Oscars, Jon Stewart will play host again, this time amid a bevy of comedians.



Stewart will host the second biannual "Night of Too Many Stars: An Overbooked Benefit for Autism Education" on April 13 at the Beacon Theater in New York. The show will air live on Comedy Central (8 p.m. EST).

The night will feature standup routines, sketches and short films from a gluttony of comic talent, including Will Ferrell, Adam Sandler, Steve Carell, Tina Fey, Conan O'Brien, Stephen Colbert, Sarah Silverman and Amy Poehler.

It's the second such benefit and was organized in part due to Robert Smigel, whose son, Daniel, is autistic. Smigel's most famous character, Triumph the Insult Comic Dog, will also be attendance.


The night will raise money for schools and education programs for autistic children and adults. A portion of the proceeds will also go to the advocacy group Autism Speaks. The first "Night of Too Many Stars," held in October 2006, raised more than $2.6 million.


It was also the first event to air live on Comedy Central. This year's broadcast will also be streamed online the day after. A $1.99 download of the show will be available on iTunes and xBox Live Marketplace, with all proceeds going to charity.


Also appearing will be Matthew Broderick, Jonah Hill, Kevin James, Rosie O'Donnell and Susie Essman.






In all seriousness, I don't know that I can fully support Autism Speaks (or other groups like them). I find that underneath all their "feel-goodery" there is this notion that "these kids are different, and we need to fix them...the sooner, the better!".


However, I do think Autism awareness is awfully important, and I donated what little cash I could afford to the last benefit, in 2006.


And fuck it...I'm all about a good laugh! ;-)


I only hope this guy (MISTER Amy Poehler) will show up again:



Funny/True

Too mopey to write a "real" post.

Warning: This is the official Poor Pitiful Paige entry.

I've got a neck/back problem, and it's 5:45 am.

Hells no, I'm not up this early...are you frickin' kidding?

I haven't really gone to bed...yet. I took a muscle relaxer when I came home from work this afternoon, which knocked me out for 3 hours or so. Around 9:00 this evening I awoke (feeling much like an extra in Dawn of the Dead) and chowed down on some leftover Chinese takeout (which is all-together a separate blog entry in itself).



Alas, some good news (for me, anyway...most of you will be slightly ambivalent at best, sickened at worst): I read that Season 1 of Tim and Eric Awesome Show: Great Job! is being released April 22.

So there's that.

Check out John C. Reilly in this clip. Really. It'll make me feel better, if you do.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Go Shorty. It's my Birthday.

Actually, my birthday was the 9th. I turned 35.

I'm still filled with a feeling of wonder, that I can be so loved. Just a few of my goodies: Target gift cards, Starbucks gift cards, a new outfit, lots of beautiful cards and notes, dinners out, the first season of 30 Rock, ALSO Across the Universe.

What a gushy, love-y birthday...what more can a girl ask for?



Kewlest gift? A video Shelby made for me...see below. Pay special attention, Dan...also, anyone who knows Loryn, keep an eye out for her cameo.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Weekly Round-up

Super Bowl Sunday...which I don't care about.

We had a pretty good week, except for the fact that I couldn't take the kiddos to the new homeschool PE class that my friend Danette got started. Our van with the whimsical license plate PARRTO6: PARRty (get it?) of 6, was due for inspection.

I, of course, didn't realize this until Jan. 30, the day before the inspection ran out. Typical. So Dave had to take the van with him to work (one of the only benefits to having him work at a dealership is that he can have the work done on the car while he's there), and I couldn't drive the girls to PE because I only had his little Subaru demo, and Loryn got out of school at 12:30, thus making it impossible to be in Harrisonburg by 1:00, and yadda, yadda, yadda.

Seriously, this whole school thing is getting to be a pain in the ass. The class doesn't seem to be a good fit for her anymore, and I guess I'm just now seeing it with open eyes because she's not happy to be there anymore. Ever since Loryn got sick at school the week before last, she cries every morning when I drop her off. Not heart-wrenching sobs, usually, but STILL. It's becoming more and more difficult for me to leave her there, in a place that doesn't seem to be helping her as much everyone (read: teachers, specialists, principal) assured us it would. 'Course, that's enough for ME to just want to be done with the whole thing, but there are other issues that are just too complicated to get into here. David and I have talked about whether to pull her now, or wait till the end of the year and see how it all "pans out"...and there just doesn't seem to be any answer except to wait and see, at least, not now.

I'll post more about Loryn's class, and some of her issues associated with Autism later, when I have the heart for it. I'm just really starting to see that the strides that she's made have been her own. She's communicating better with us not because she's in a special-ed class setting (as a matter of fact, I don't think she gets much help with speech there at all), but because she's ready to communicate better.

And, oh yeah, Dave got sick today. He was feeling kinda ill before I went to work, but managed to get up and put together an awesome chili for dinner while I was getting ready. By the time I got home, though, he had gone downhill quite a bit. Laid up in bed with covers up to his chin, sweating, chills, coughing, and a pretty good fever going. I hope he's feeling better tomorrow. He moaned about how he was a "terrible sick person"...buddy, you're no worse than I am, I promise. And you better believe if I catch your cold/flu nonsense, I'll be even MORE terrible...especially if I'm laid up with it on my birthday.