I don’t know. Even if I knew for 100% certainty that wealth would be meaningless I couldn’t see divesting myself of it until 12/31/11 at the very earliest and most likely not even then. Why fret over a meaningless asset that only consists of a few scraps of paper and some hard drive space? It’s not like there’s piles of investments and cash in my house impeding my movement. Why work at something that’s not going to exist in a couple of years and is actually helping me until the second it becomes meaningless?
In other words, we’re saying he’s nuts, not stupid.
The stainedapron and bitterwaitress websites (not linked because I’m lazy and unsure if they are still up or have a “the” in them) are/were, kinda, in the limited realm of waitstaff/diner interaction.
Coffee, Tea, or Me? gave a synopsis but it was written forty years ago so many of the celebs are dead, forgotten, or both, and anyway the book was COMPLETELY ghostwritten (i.e., Trudy Baker and Rachel Jones [or vice versa?] never existed under any name), but I imagine the author had his own experiences that went into ranking the celebs as he did. Still, it might help to understand if the impressions were based on the experiences of a middle-aged male or of two pretty young stewardesses (to avoid anachronism and because my right hand is tired).
He and Dixon have separated several times over his womanizing, at least according to tabloids (though I think it was a legal separation a couple of times). What surprises me is that he’s still a womanizer after having three daughters; you’d think that combined with age would give him some respect for women.
I know people don’t like Bill Maher, but I always liked him a lot. But I do remember the precise moment when he made me feel the way the OP does about Dan Akroyd.
