Uberfluff

Good Morning.  Today, in addition to the Daily Fluff, we have an article on Why You Should Pity Cleveland Fans.  (Trust me--they have it rough.)  And if you're catching up, don't forget about the latest Second Opinion.

Thanks to my friend K (who is good at keeping on top of these kinds of things), I just learned that MTV's Real World is going to start taping in DC later this month--in Dupont Circle, to be exact.  This is not the first time I've been within spitting distance of a Real World cast--I was actually living in Honolulu while that season's Real World was being taped.  (No, I don't know Ruthie.  And actually, I never saw any of them.  I have no idea where they were hanging out--though their multi-million dollar "house" had me wishing persistent genital warts on all of them.)

Chuck Klosterman had an article a long time ago about the impact on the Real World, and how its personality archetypes somehow began to define everyone of that generation.  Me, I think that's the facile kind of point you make when you're trying to be super-clever about a mediocre show.  And yet, I confess that he has a point.  Especially when it comes to the show itself, as no one seems more aware of the need to fit into their prescribed roles than the cast members themselves. 

So, if you see a politically active gay man, a dumb slut, an angry black guy, and a token conservative out in Dupont this summer, check for the TV cameras.  You might have just stumbled upon the latest cast of Real World cliches.  Then again, it might just mean that it's just another ordinary Friday night in Dupont Circle.

Good morning.  Today, in addition to the Daily Fluff, we have a new Second Opinion on the quandry faced by a woman who just discovered her husband's interest in their stock . . . boy.  Enjoy.

So, today's Daily Fluff is about "That Guy."  You know, the actor that you've seen in dozens of movies, but only as a henchman, or member of mission control, or nameless soldier,  etc., etc., etc.  You're very familiar with his face, but can never quite place it to a name, so when you see him in a movie you inevitably say to yourself, "Hey, it's that guy.  You know, the one who played the terrorist who got his hand blown off in Predictable Action Flick 3."

It's not a derisive title, by the way.  I personally think it would be pretty damned cool to be a "That Guy."  And it's only fitting that I honor the King of That Guys, my personal favorite, Al Leong.  (Of course I googled his name--you think I just knew it off the top of my head.)