Pinky's Paperhaus

Harlan fesses up feeling up

Harlan Ellison admits to grabbing breast, calls unsanctioned breastgrabbing "unconscionable," forgets to include an apology.

Aw, man.

He does say he's waiting for a call back from grabee Connie Willis, whose take on the proceedings I'm dying to hear. What's with the silence? Someone must have mentioned Harlangate to her by now.

But even though he's a turd, I still like his writing, and would still happily listen to him speak. I just would stay out of arm's reach.

Midnight movie: Picard, acapella

If only Wil Wheaton wasn't on vacation and could tell us what this video (via Sarah) is all about; as it begins with "Mister Crusher," he was probably in on the joke -- or um, video birthday note? get wall card? -- that appears to be for Gene Rodenberry.

Wil Wheaton, aside from portraying the unloved Wesley Crusher on "Star Trek: The Next Generation," is also an accomplished computer geek, blogger and poker player. He also tells a really good story, as evidenced by his book of essays Just A Geek.

Slouching towards Broadway

The Year of Magical Thinking has jumped the shark: the New York Times reports that Joan Didion's memoir is going to be a Broadway show.

"I think that the book is not a narrative; it's about a state of mind, and I think that will work well," she said of the stage possibilities.

My theater experience is limited, but I think narrative kind of works on stage. "The Producers" is a happy narrative; "The Elephant Man," a tragic narrative. Both won Tonys. Spalding Gray's one man shows -- neurotic narrative. Now picture non-narrativeTYOMT sandwiched between "Spamalot" and "Mamma Mia!"

Don't get me wrong: I admire Joan Didion immeasurably. I adore her writing.  I've read just about everything she's written, including the way-stinky script of Up Close & Personal.  And I will gladly be the 200,001st person to buy her new book, and I'll enjoy it.

But Broadway? Oh god, it'll star Meryl Streep. I can see it now.