Is there anyone on the planet who didn’t watch that statue of Saddam Hussein coming down yesterday?

Is there any rational person who didn’t feel good about it?

However you feel about the war, you have to admit it feels good to see the Iraqi people finally be rid of that psycho who was running their country, to see them celebrating in the streets and badmouthing Saddam without fear. And no, I’m not just trying to set up some parallel to what it’s like living in America under Bush and how I’d like to see his statues toppled. The end of Saddam is a good thing, for Iraq and for the world.

But I still think this war is wrong.

There’s going to be a lot chaos in Iraq now, which was only to be expected, and a lot of gloating from the hawks in the U.S., which is probably premature. The war, as I see it, was never about getting rid of Saddam, a monster we helped create, nor was our fear that we would fail. The sight of statues falling someday was pretty much inevitable. But the bigger issue is what happens now.

Will the Arab world start to see us as the “liberators” we pretend to be, or will our conquest and occupation of an Arab country only lead to more Islamic extremism and breed a new crop of terrorists? (To the Marine who briefly draped the US flag over that statue’s head: nice work, bonehead.)

What about North Korea? Donald Rumsfeld is already getting cocky with America’s other enemies, warning them to shape up or be next on the hit list. Are we really scaring them into submssion or just pissing them off?

What about France, Germany, Russia, NATO, the United Nations? Can we rebuild all those burned bridges? Will we even try? I want to eat French Fries again.

Will we be able to maintain peace in the Gulf and set up a new government with any kind of credibility to the Iraqi people and the rest of the world?

Will we actually discover any weapons of mass destruction in the ruins of Iraq, or will we have to admit that the “hunch” that led to our invasion was wrong? And if Saddam really had those weapons, how come, as a last gasp effort to save himself, he never used them?

A quick look at history is enough to make you skeptical on all these issues. But forgive me for a moment, while I watch the Iraqi people celebrating, if I try to be optimistic.

I’m no expert on foreign policy, and I don’t claim to have all the answers. But I want the same thing as the people who supported the war: a safer America, and a safer world. I don’t think we’re going about it the right way, but I hope I’m wrong. I hope the worst is over.

We went, we saw, we conquered. Let’s just hope we’ve been watching the epilogue, and not the introduction.


There was a big upset in the NCAA Tournament this year.

There was almost a bigger one.

To be honest, I really don’t know that much about basketball. I know that when the ball goes in the basket, you get two points. But I recently learned that even that’s not totally correct. Sometimes, you get three points. I also know it helps to be tall. That’s about it.

But I entered my friend Eric’s $5 NCAA pool because he entered my Survivor pool, and he knows as much about Survivor as I know about sports. It only seemed fair.

Not knowing which teams were favored, I made my picks pretty much at random. By the time the final four rolled around, I was in 11th place out of 21, a pretty respectable showing, I thought. But Eric, who clearly enjoys organizing his basketball pool, analyzed the standings and determined who was still in the running to take home the dough. Eric himself was out of it, as were all but five or six people. The amazing thing was that I was one of those five or six.

Due to the complicated math of Eric’s pool (more points are up for grabs in the later rounds of the tournament), whoever correctly picks the ultimate champion is bound for a big score. Well, I had Kansas to go all the way, and Kansas made the final two. If they won the championship, I’d win the pool.

The money came to $70, which was nice, but it wasn’t the big prize. For me, that was the satisfaction of beating the jocks, of triumphing over the sport wonks who spent countless hours of their lives analyzing stats and looking down on geeks like me who couldn’t name a single player besides Michael Jordan or Shaquille O’Neal (basically, anyone who’s crossed over to star in a lame kids’ movie).

This would be my chance to beat the jocks, to live out my own triumphant Revenge of the Nerds underdog story. And it was the perfect setup. Even going into the final round, I hardly seemed like a threat to the guys at the top. (Besides Eric, who even LOOKS at who’s in 11th place?) All the world would be rooting for me. When I robbed the cool kids of their glory, they wouldn’t even see it coming. It would be my finest hour.

But you know the ending by now. You saw what happened on Monday night.

I lost.

So did Kansas.

Like I care.


Regular readers may remember my COUPON entry from a few weeks ago (March 7, 2003 to be exact). Well, today is a big day.


Are you as excited as he is? I’ll bet you’re not!

He’s been telling everyone about it: “I got a ‘Chicago’ CD for $7!”

And now, he’s in the “Haagen Dazs Club”, so he’ll hear about all kinds of special offers like this one!

Oh, boy!!!!!


On Tuesday, I played two April Fools jokes.

One of them almost got me in big trouble.

First, I emailed all my USC screenwriter friends with a bogus news article about our friend Victoria, whose father is a famous composer. I copied some graphics and a reporter’s name from Variety’s website to make it look authentic. This is what it said:

“Sound” Redo Trapps Strouses

FOX plans to update family classic with family creative team


FOX has announced plans for a major reworking of film classic “The Sound of Music” to be authored by veteran Broaday tunemeister Charles Strouse (“Annie”, “Annie 2: Miss Hannigan’s Revenge”) and his daughter, red-hot scribe Victoria Strouse, who just completed “Macabre” for Imagemovers, with Robert Zemeckis attached to helm. Following the success of Strouse Sr.’s recent TV adaptations of “Annie” and “Bye Bye Birdie”, the net approached him with the idea of revisiting a classic from its vault. He immediately thought of the Julie Andrews smash and brought his daughter on board to script.

Strouse Jr. won the net’s approval after she proposed transporting the tale of the crooning strudel brood to Saddam Hussein’s Iraq in the days prior to the U.S. invasion. “It just seemed very timely at this time,” Victoria said. “Iraqis live under oppression, just like the Nazis, and they have big families, too.” Charles plans to write all new songs for the film, with the exception of “Do-Re-Mi”, which will remain intact. “I just couldn’t see the movie without that song,” he said.

The flick is set to air in May 2004, and Catherine Zeta-Jones, fresh off her Oscar win for “Chicago”, is in talks to star opposite previously-announced Ted Danson and Markie Post, in the Baron and Countess roles, respectively. There’s a chance Victoria could take a role in the film as well, as her deal includes a screen test for the role of Liesl.

Additional Reporting by April Furst

(Sorry, I don’t know how to indent yet, so I bolded the article instead. I know that probably looks lousy.)

My friend Janice told me I went too far over the top, with the Iraq setting and ridiculously redundant quotes like “It just seemed very timely at this time.” She said if I had reeled it in a little, I may actually have gotten people to believe it.

Only they did believe it.

Of the nine people I sent it to, only two people knew it was a joke. Four others completely bought it. The rest didn’t respond, so I don’t know if they believed it or not.

I got a good laugh out of it — okay, I’m still laughing (see blog title — it’s true, I am!) — but in the end, it wasn’t a big deal. As Homer Simpson would say, it was the good kind of prank: “Nothing is hurt but feelings.”

Prank #2 almost got ugly.

April Fool’s day was also the day Drew and I were going to see American Idol.

Drew, who never watched or liked American Idol before he met me, had scored tickets to the live taping through a connection at FOX. He had little or no interest in going to this live taping, but he knew I would swallow a donkey for the chance to go. (See what I just did? Unable to come up with a cool, non-cliched way to express my excitement at going to see American Idol live, I simply made up a new catch phrase. “Swallow a donkey”. If you like it, spread it around.) Drew was doing something he didn’t want to do, entirely for my benefit.

Drew’s a nice guy.

And given that I took advantage of his kindness to play an April Fool’s joke on him, I, clearly, am not.

A little background: Drew works at MTV and has been developing a show with Paula Abdul. He’s had several meetings with her and knows her well. Due to a recent dispute with her, he was not her biggest fan, though they remained cordial on a business level.

Tuesday morning, Drew emailed me an article with the latest Idol bombshell: Corey Clark had been kicked off the show due to pending criminal charges. (That was my first hyperlink. I’m so proud.) So I copied the format of this article and made up my “prank” article. It read as follows (again, apologies for the boldface):

Ousted ‘Idol’ Fights Back – Alleges Affair With Host

Tues Apr 1, 1:06 PM ET

By Steve Gorman

LOS ANGELES (Reuters) – Disgraced “American Idol” contestant Corey Clark, who was kicked off the FOX-TV program after the network learned of his criminal rap sheet, has lashed out against the show, claiming producers are hiding the real reason for his expulsion. Clark claims that two months ago, during the show’s semifinal round in Glendale, California, host Paula Abdul “made advances of a sexual nature, after which we had sex”. The affair allegedly continued until last week, at which point Clark claims Abdul dumped him for another, unnamed contestant, who remains in the running for the show’s title.

Abdul’s affection for Clark’s talent is no secret. During his semi-final audition, Clark hopped down from the stage and serenaded Abdul with a sexy R&B ballad, after which Abdul fanned herself and remarked, “I’m hot! I think I’m in love!” On several occasions, Abdul has accepted male contestants’ requests for dates, and Clark claims the former pop princess isn’t kidding around when she claims to have crushes on the competitors. “She’s a predator,” he says. “She’s pushing 40, she’s lonely and she hasn’t had a hit in years. She’s doing the show for two reasons. To revive her career and to meet men. Period.”

Throughout their fling, Clark says Abdul lavished him with expensive gifts and gave him tips on his image, encouraging him to wear a sheer mesh shirt during last week’s show. “I didn’t want to wear that,” he says. “It was skanky.” He claims he was often absent from the Hollywood Hills mansion that houses the other contestants because he was at Abdul’s home with her and what he describes as “her ugly dogs”.

Clark, who is considering legal action against the show, is still hoping to be reinstated in the competition in time for tonight’s show. “She’s the one they should kick off, not me,” he says. “I feel used.”

Again, I felt this was sufficiently over-the-top that by the end, there would be no doubt it was a joke. I even included an in-joke about Paula’s dogs (Drew had told me about her favorite dog, Thumbelina, which always accompanied her to her meetings and is one of those foofy little things like the Osbournes have).

Maybe the problem is that Drew wanted to believe it a bit too much.

Now, the thought had entered my mind that Drew might know people who would not have a good sense of humor about an article like this, even when it was revealed to be a prank. After all, forwarding a legitimate news article is one thing; forwarding slander is another. But I thought my joke was sufficiently bogus that Drew would see right through it (it was, after all, April Fool’s Day — aren’t people supposed to be on guard?)

Instead, I got an email from Drew. “HOLY SHIT,” it said. Three times.

Sitting at my desk at work, I broke out laughing. I laughed even harder when I thought of how foolish Drew was going to feel when he realized the truth. Maybe I should keep the prank going all night, I thought. Maybe at the taping, I could get him to speculate on who he thought Corey was alluding to when he said Paula was having an affair with one of the other contestants. Maybe I could convince him that there was some obvious sexual tension between Paula and Rickey, or Paula and Clay. I fiendishly plotted Phase Two.

Then, Drew called me up in a panic.

When I didn’t pick up my work phone right away, he called my cell phone. His voice sounded grave and serious. “Tell me you didn’t just burn me with an April Fool’s joke,” he pleaded. I tried to play coy, but he wasn’t kidding around. “Tell me the truth,” he said.

I told him he had indeed been burned — to a crisp. He gasped and explained that he had forwarded my fake article to half his address book, including his boss and a girl at his office who feeds gossip to Page Six of the New York Post. Only after checking online for further news on the supposed scandal and coming up empty, did he realize he’d been had.

Now he was terrified.

And so was I. There was no telling whether Drew’s business contacts would have such a good sense of humor about the article, or whether they’d already forwarded it onward in a million different directions in cyberspace. We’ve all heard stories about internet hoaxes that get picked up by major news outlets and take in millions of trusting people — is this how they began? If the story somehow got back to Paula, there could be trouble. Drew could lose his job. I could lose my boyfriend.

A couple of hours went by. I heard nothing. I called Drew’s assistant to ask her if he was really in trouble. She laughed and put Drew on the phone. Thankfully, the damage control had been effective, if humiliating. Drew sent out a lot of explanatory emails and got a lot of shit from people for falling for such an obvious joke.

That night, after the taping, we said hello to Paula, and Drew introduced me to her. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, as she gave me a big hug. Paula’s very friendly. Paula wears a lot of makeup. Then, as we were leaving, she waved to me and said, “Bye, Jimmy!” Paula has short-term memory issues.

The story never got out. Everything was fine. If I learned a lesson from my pranks, it was this: I have more credibility with people than I ever dreamed possible, or maybe people are just more gullible than I’d imagined. And that’s something I need to use to my advantage, definitely next April Fool’s Day, but possibly sooner. Bwa-ha-ha-ha!

I’ve been thinking about how easy it would’ve been for Drew to turn the joke around on me. After he cooled things down and made sure he was safe, he really could’ve sought revenge. He could’ve called me and told me the story was picked up by the Drudge Report, that he had lost his job over it, that it would be best if I left the country for a while. And knowing how nervous I was at the time, I probably would’ve fallen for it. I probably would’ve been terrified. If he’d thought to take advantage of the situation, Drew really could’ve screwed around with me.

But he didn’t.



Quote of the day:

A little boy, about 5 years old, to his Mom at the Century City mall as they headed for the food court. Mom was loaded down with shopping bags and pushing a stroller with a baby in it, looking exhausted. She had just told the kid to slow down.

Boy: “When I’m older and I have kids and we’re going for ice cream… I’m gonna run there!”