The last scene of the first season finale of The Big C was stupendous.

To me, the last 15 minutes of the series finale was one of the best moments in television.

A semi-autobiographical comedy about things women would never admit to. If asked, they’d deny it and say… you’re thinking of someone else. First season debuts in a few weeks.

The trailer features Stirling Gardner, Jimmy Doyle, Jonathan Nail, Becky Thyre, Kurt Collins,Katya Lidsky Friedman, George Ketsios, Melinda Hill, Katie Uhlmann and Sascha Alexander AND directors Jonathan Schmock,Jamie Neese, Adam Franklin and Brad Lavery.

Hello, Good morning, Good afternoon, Good evening, Good everything!

We have so much to dish about and I am grossly behind. Sorry. Bad Katie. I just slapped my self in the face. happy?!

I am very proud to announce that my NEW comedy series, “You’re Thinking of Someone Else,” a semi-autobiographical comedy about women who would never admit to saying certain things, much less turn it into a comedy series is on the precipice of launching.

The first two promos have been released here, starring Brittany Flickinger, and here, starring Melinda Hill and Gregg Brown. This is our YTOSE dedicated channel on KoldCast.TV. Promo 3 will be released on 17th and Promo 4 will be released on April 24th. May 1st, the teaser. May 8th, the official trailer and MAY 15TH, THE YTOSE COMEDY SERIES DEBUT.

We’re running all kinds of contests during the next few weeks, so check it out. Share with oodles of friends and let us/me know what you think.

Follow us on Facebook, Twitter, About.Me and KoldCast! Check out this FABULOUS REVIEW by LaughSpin.com about “You’re Thinking of Someone Else.”

Executive producers: Katie Schwartz, Brad Lavery and Adam Franklin

The original source is, Letters Of Note who got it from “Dear Wit.” I had the good fortune of stumbling upon it via a place and a person, and I am grateful. 

Dear Sir:

I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, glutinous, toady. I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, pecunious, valedictory. I like spurious, black-is-white words, such as mortician, liquidate, tonsorial, demi-monde. I like suave “V” words, such as Svengali, svelte, bravura, verve. I like crunchy, brittle, crackly words, such as splinter, grapple, jostle, crusty. I like sullen, crabbed, scowling words, such as skulk, glower, scabby, churl. I like Oh-Heavens, my-gracious, land’s-sake words, such as tricksy, tucker, genteel, horrid. I like elegant, flowery words, such as estivate, peregrinate, elysium, halcyon. I like wormy, squirmy, mealy words, such as crawl, blubber, squeal, drip. I like sniggly, chuckling words, such as cowlick, gurgle, bubble and burp.

I like the word screenwriter better than copywriter, so I decided to quit my job in a New York advertising agency and try my luck in Hollywood, but before taking the plunge I went to Europe for a year of study, contemplation and horsing around.

I have just returned and I still like words.

May I have a few with you?

Robert Pirosh
385 Madison Avenue
Room 610
New York
Eldorado 5-6024

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Image courtesy of, J Black Designs, but you need permission to view the site. Still. Credit must be given.

To read more about Robert Pirosh, please visit this page on Letters of Note.

Words are one of my greatest loves and when one of my greatest loves wrote this, I had to share it.

“The heart is an amazing organ. It has the capacity to grow and accommodate as much love as you can find in life. It also can support all the love you want to give and share. The one thing the heart does not do is fill the void that is left when you lose one of your loves. The upside of that is you never forget. By not forgetting, the love you had will stay with you forever, and that is a good thing.

My father told me just before he died that life is a book. As you go through life, you tear out the pages with the bad things, and you leave only the pages with the good things. T was a page you will keep.”

Author — JKS

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Picture courtesy of: Industrial Grunge

I recently found out that a friend — He wasn’t just a friend, died. I don’t know how he died, I only know that he’s dead. I need to know how he died, but I never will. I wonder if he was buried or cremated. I wonder where he is and what he’s thinking. See, he died 17 years ago, but I found out that he died today via a Facebook friend request… in his name…

He was funny, clever, charismatic, burly, persistent and amazing.

What is he doing? He has to be doing something because I can’t wrap my brain around the fact that he’s just dead, lying six feet under or that his ashes are whirling around somewhere. Even though he shouldn’t be dead, he must be doing something, right?

I hope that he didn’t suffer. I hope that his death was painless. Fingers crossed.

Anyway, I got to thinking about having dead friends on Facebook. Surely, this can’t be a bad thing. I won’t get Farmville requests or pokes, or invites to Branch Out, or whatever the fuck that connection app is. He’s less likely to post spam pictures of shoes. So, there’s that.

I think the weirdest part (right, Katie, this is the weirdest part, whereas none of the aforementioned is. I know) was when I received an email from his email address via his friend. I was engaging in a conversation with dead him, his friend or a fraud? He can’t be dead, I need to believe that if he is, I was communicating with dead him, not his friend or a fraud. The tone was very unlike him, though.

17 years later, my dead friend reemerges.

I haven’t assigned an emotion to any of this yet.

Circle back with me in a week or so.

The corpses of children are not peaceful.

The ones who die of trauma before their time show it

–of illness show it

I avert my eyes but remember anyway

Precious young lives lost–

I can’t say this anywhere so I’ll say it here in a public privacy of strangers

The corpses of children are not peaceful.

Cancer at 8

Murder at 9

Murder at 2

Refusing insulin at 14

Horrible car accident at 17

The corpses of children are not peaceful.

I avert my eyes but cannot forget

The anger, the pain the battering

On their sweet innocence

The corpses of children are not peaceful.

— Anonymous

A very dear friend of mine wrote this poem and I felt compelled to share it. This left an indelible imprint.

I got this from my fadda and wanted to share, even though it might be super viral. Who knew viral would be a good thing?

Somewhere we wandered off the right direction….

In the line at the store, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.

The woman apologized to him and explained, “We didn’t have the green thing back in my day.”

The clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment.”

He was right — our generation didn’t have the green thing in its day.

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts — wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that old lady is right; we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana . In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she’s right; we didn’t have the green thing back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn’t have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.

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The original greenies