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...only proof that we really were writing for the Oscars is that Jackman would visit our room for a couple of hours each day. To my surprise, the best kind of boss is a sexy boss. Jackman greeted each of us with a giant hug, which would have been a perfect test of how gay I am, except I was totally focused on making sure I wasn't crushed to death by his giant lats. So ... pretty gay. Jackman would laugh uproariously at everything we suggested, which is one of the huge advantages of writing for a noncomedian. He acted...
...enough to write great jokes, we were smart enough to figure out that Oscar audiences don't remember jokes. They remember whether the host set the celebratory mood, as Crystal did. Our job was to get out of the way of Jackman's charm, and if that meant ordering room service and letting the other writers do all the actual lyric-writing, then I was a fine hire. All the good jokes, by the way, were mine...
...that cell-phone companies are glad to provide it. I test-drove the Flo TV service--one of several cell-TV options--on an AT&T LG phone, complete with a tiny retractable antenna that made it look like something you'd see in Couch Potato Barbie's living room. I set the tiny screen on a kitchen shelf and watched MTV as I peeled carrots. I tuned it to Morning Joe and balanced it inside my medicine cabinet, discovering an exciting new way to cut myself while shaving. So long as I had a signal and battery juice...
...good half-century, "watching TV" meant one thing. It was something you did at home, with friends or family, in front of a stationary machine in a dedicated room, preferably with snack chips. You experienced a broadcast exactly when and how millions of others did--same Bat-time, same Bat-channel--or you did not experience it at all. And unless you got proactive with a VCR, you did not copy, carry or remix what you saw. This was why mass media were culturally unifying (or homogenizing): those moments that mattered, we all saw in exactly the same...
Does this mean I'm ready to abandon that video altar in my living room? Oh, God, no. When my TiVo box was finally replaced, I ran back to my big-screen TV like a child reunited with his mother. (Not as fast as my kids, who quickly began TiVoing a new stash of Clone Wars episodes...