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So, it's summer. You know what that means, don't you? It means long, lazy days spent outdoors, hanging out by the pool, or at the beach. Long days during which you occasionally have to remind the kids to reapply sunscreen before turning the page of something you don't mind getting bumped about and warped from the moisture of wet bathing suits, after being carted around for days at the bottom of a sandy beach bag. Truly, I have a righteous stack of things I not only want to read, but need to read. Manuscripts by people I know. Critical novels I once rushed to buy. And, yet, this summer these stacks of books just seem to look at me from my bedside like sad puppies in "Precious Moments" illustrations. They have sad eyes which seem to plead, "Don't you really want to read me ? We've waited for you for so long..." Some of the neglected books still sitting unread by Louise's bed. Book #1 "Read me, first! A friend of yours wrote me. She

-- Whoa! Just found this clip. But, now after seeing her sheer joy playing a sultry Ring-mistress, keeping "the rowdy crowds at bay with her lightening quick riding crop. " Or whatever that was at (Cirque du So Gay) a Vt. pride/ gay rights celebration sheds an entirely new light on this week's episode of Eric Schaeffer's Vermont date with Allison on "I Can't Believe I'm Still Single." Yep, I take back what I said before, Allison could very well be perfect for Mr. Eric Schaeffer. (If he can keep up with her , that is. She really is up his alley, so to speak.) Check it out. All potential ego or chemistry clashes aside: This chick does, perhaps, seem quite right for Eric Schaeffer, I do wonder why it didn't seem that apparent to me on his show, though. I may be a straight, married woman with kids and living in beige-oh Orange County, Ca, but I just have to say this clip demonstrates one more reason why I love so Vermont. People have always do

Can it be that I am one of the only people blogging about Season Two of "I Can't Believe I'm Still Single?" Come on, say it ain't so. Really? I'm the only person blogging about this clown's quest for the perfect wife? Link to last week's realization about Eric Schaeffer and Lauren, Link to previous posts re Schaeffer 's Showtime series "I Can't Believe I'm Still Single" Oh, well. In any event. To recap l ast week's, again, extremely strange, installment of "I can't believe...I can't find a better name for my shitty show than this" we got a weirdly defensive lecture on why Eric thinks he really is straight, I think. He used a white board. He scribbled crazy things and circled stuff. He ran his hands through his receding hair line a lot. (Why doesn't anyone ever tell him the truth when he grills women on how they like his hair? ) Eric: "So, how do you like my hair? Like this kind of long

I keep thinking that Eric Schaeffer's show, "I Can't Believe I'm Still Single" reminds me of something, but until now, couldn't figure out what it was. I knew it wasn't Woody Allen...What was it? Finally, I finally put my finger on it: It's a knock-off of " Sherman's March ," which does happen to be a terrific cult documentary from 1986. Sherman's March was a genuinely unique and terrific film. If you haven't seen it, do. It's wonderful. But Schaeffer is no Ross McElwee . McElwee is has depth and substance with a deep respect for women, despite his search (on film) for the right one. Now, I get it: Schaeffer's doing his own "Sherman's March" thing on Showtime. On last week's episode we saw his second "potential" girl friend on "I can't Believe I'm Still Single." This time his femme du jour was a sweet natured, comic and dog-walker named "Lauren." Let me jus

So. We finally made it. We all finally saw Eric Schaeffer finally get to Mecca -- Maine to meet the one of two women he obsessed about ad nauseum for weeks, now. (One of whom was Liza O'Brien, now married to Conan O'Brien, and the other was this mystery woman he once met and thought now might be perfect for him. Gee, that sounds like another old guy's delusional hopes riding on a younger woman...Who is that? Oh, yeah, McCain. In any event. Eric's show is officially over and done with. It ended unceremoniously, but I feel obligated to write about the last show. Some sort of conclusion to my reaction to his Showtime series. And I'm going to make this my last post about this guy, who, surprisingly, has quite a following, let me tell you. Anyhow. What did I think of his show? Here's my Un-Review. First of all: This guy can make money. Seriously. He knows how to sell ice to Eskimos, is my first reaction, because he always gets funding. And he always delive

Okay, so some of you, know I seem to have been keeping a running commentary about certain television shows: Such as " I Can't Believe I'm Still Single ," Eric Schaeffer 's latest creative venture which is, apparently, a documentary about the author's cross-country book signing of his memoir" I Can't Believe I'm Still Single ." Below is a link to his Showtime promo, which, as usual, has more action in it than the rest of his series put together. Look, I've been tough on him in the past, so I'm going to really try to be fair now. But, the show is boring . Sorry, but it's true. It's emotional landscape is like stumbling through Ikea. I keep waiting for it not to be quite so dull, I keep waiting to be surpised, but nada. Seriously, even all the potty talk (literally) in world can't seem to save this show from a slippery-slope of it's beige, touchy-feely, mono-blather. I even felt guilty about dissing him on the IMDB

A steel rod where?! No, he didn't say that, did he? Oh no. No, no, no... Why would anyone ever tell another living soul the things he says he does? It's like saying "Guess what! I like to go to the Zoo because it excites me to watch all those red-assed baboons!" Yuck , and who cares?! Jesus. Why admit that?! God. Seiously. See a shrink or a witch doctor, or whatever is required for something like that. Take it out. Seriously. I'm not so sure he really does all those things, after all. I mean, if he is as "out there" as he says he is and really does have that camera on all the time: Then, why not just film your freakiness and sell it as porn? It'd be more lucrative. However, since Eric Schaeffer is still airing his dirty laundry under the guise of art: Heres' my Cringe Moment #304: His "producer" is suddenly attractive to him? Oh, puhleez. The chrome on his exhaust pipe is attractive to Eric Schaeffer, let alone anyone