Michele Greppi believes half the fun of TV is talking about it -- whether it's whining about the lame-ass finale for the once-beloved "Veronica Mars" or gushing about the kick-ass coda of "The Shield,' which lacked only one last face-to-face at which Mackey could have -- deservedly -- gone postal on Shane. Enter OMGreppi, which will focus on things that were said or seen on TV in the previous 24 hours or so that had Ms. Greppi exclaiming or muttering "omigawd!" at her 24/7 television set.


Previous Months


After 'Today's' Murdoch Profile, a Question Arises

August 15, 2007 11:16 AM

OMGreppiHorizontal.jpgCNBC's Erin Burnett profiled News Corp. Chairman Rupert Murdoch during the second half-hour of NBC's "Today" show Tuesday, but she neglected to note the interesting and growing conflict between News Corp. and the NBC Universal family, which includes CNBC.

The peg for the profile of Murdoch as the third-most powerful media mogul in the world and the man whose empire has been built on going "downmarket," was, of course, News Corp.'s recent acquisition of Dow Jones & Co.

But there was no mention of the fact that CNBC will be confronted with its first direct competition for business news audiences from the Fox Business Network, which News Corp. plans to launch, or that MSNBC runs a distant third to Fox News Channel, or that News Corp. and NBCU are collaborating on a TV-and-movie distribution Web site, for that matter.

That absence was a glaring one, particularly given the extremes to which NBC News is going to showcase CNBC stars almost daily on "Today" and other NBCU platforms. In addition to Ms. Burnett, CNBC's biggest star, Maria Bartiromo, also was spotlighted Tuesday in a live exchange about the volatile stock market during the first news wrap-up on "Today."

Asked about the omission of even a casual caveat that Mr. Murdoch poses a new business threat to NBCU, a "Today" spokeswoman replied: "This was a piece about Murdoch the person, not an in-depth look at his specific businesses."


R.I.P. Dear 'John From Cincinnati'

August 14, 2007 9:32 AM

OMG, HBO, which has drummed into our heads for years that it’s not TV, it’s HBO, can pick the most disconcerting times to prove that it is just as crassly ratings-hungry as the TV from which it seeks to distinguish itself.

One day after “John From Cincinnati” ended its first season, the pay cabler whose business plan is rooted in giving assorted niches of subscribers a reason to renew, declared “John” dead, thus removing one of the two reasons OMGreppi currently buys HBO. (“Entourage” is in a slump this season, but it still has moments in which it makes the monthly HBO bill bearable.)

There will be no second season for the inscrutable, palpable and oh-so-watchable surf-spiritual series in which the famously reformed and demanding producer David Milch seemed to say that redemption and/or the opportunity to clean up one’s act or wipe clean one’s slate comes at us from some most unexpected directions and in most inexplicable forms. But all those willing to grasp the opportunity will be rewarded even as they are tested and teased.

OMGreppi was hooked on “John” from the first scene to the last. She understood the dialogue even less often than in Mr. Milch’s mesmerizing “Deadwood,” the equally iambic and profane project that also seemed to test HBO’s sense of adventure and get reduced to an iffy commitment for two movie-length codas.

But every scene – slap-sticky, blackly comedic or flat-out dramatic – was accompanied by an emotional thrum not found anywhere else on TV (or HBO).

OMGreppi will miss it and the cast that was made in Milch heaven mightily. And she has tried but can not again force herself to feel the “Big Love” that is retreating from Mondays to “John’s” Sunday night slot starting this weekend.

If it’s not “Deadwood,” or “John From Cincinnati” (or the “The Wire” returning this fall) on Sunday night, it’s not HBO, it’s TV that’s being bettered elsewhere on cable this summer.

Big Bad 'Brother' Habits

August 6, 2007 10:30 AM

OMG, watching “Big Brother 8” suddenly is like watching the preamble to a multiple-car crash on a never-ending loop that plays in slow motion so we can all study (repeatedly) some pretty obvious life lessons and play drinking games.

First let’s tackle the life lessons as OMGreppi defines them midway through the “BB8” season in hermetically sealed hell.

  • Never trust a dork with nipple rings, a tattoo and eyebrows whose arches suggest an ego far out of proportion with any of the social skills yet displayed. Eric, who entered the house as “America’s Player,” ordered to carry out, without being discovered, missions assigned to him, is suddenly desperately sucking all the oxygen out of the house as he tries to prevent his eviction. He has gone so far beyond the subterfuge his missions require that his family and childhood friends by now should be reassessing every inexplicable disappearance of a neighborhood pet, bicycle or small household appliance. He should never be able to get another job or another friend, much less a date. His next task should be to get himself voted out of the house Thursday night.
  • Never trust a reality game player who wraps themselves in a Bible and then breaks every one of the 10 Commandments (including Thou Shalt Not Bore) as Internet and “Big Brother After Dark” viewers watch the bad deeds on the house feeds from which HouseGuests can neither run nor hide. Jameka, Amber and Kail should have to make full confessions to Julie Chen when they get evicted.
  • Never hire a reality game player who can not prove they have an actual personality (superbland “BB8” evictee No. 3, Mike, is all over Lifetime TV’s “Gay, Straight or Taken?” promos, which can only mean the reality contestant pool is running dry); a player who has a few too many earmarks of a socio-psychopath (bad dad Dick is on a major “Lord of the Flies” trip); or a player who can not explain all the words and symbols on a chocolate chip cookie package or at least barely pass a high school English equivalency test.

Speaking of “Lord of the Flies,” this group defines Ugly Americans every time they eat at a table (they talk, chew and yawn with their mouths full); or snack at a counter top (after they’ve dished about who doesn’t wash their hands after peeing, you shudder as you watch those hands go from large potato chip back to mouth and back again); or go into detailed discussions about body emissions and evacuations. And crybaby Amber smacking and chewing her way through one warm chocolate chip cookie with such sound effects that she might actually be in violation of at least one of New York City’s tough new noise ordinances.

Speaking of crybabies and “Lord of the Flies,” it’s time to let the drinking games begin.
Chose any of these as signals to chug and you’ll be tanked long before the first break on “Big Brother After Dark” on ShowtimeToo:

-Dustin scratches/adjusts himself.

-Amber’s bulldoggy lower lip trembles.

-Jameka murmurs mmmm-hmmmm.

-Jen checks herself out in a smooth shiny surface.

-Jessica repeats someone else’s nonsense noises.

-Daniele examines her split ends.

-Dick spits on the artificially grassed backyard (OMGreppi’s stomach turns every time someone sets a bare foot on the surface) or, if he’s inside, clears his throat with that dry smoker’s cough.

-Eric declares he is not a b-s’er or a liar, or, conversely, he's the straightest shooter in the house.

-Kail throws someone else under the eviction bus.

-A conversation stops when Zach approaches.

On the other hand, if you’re the designated driver, take a swig every time Dick seems genuinely apologetic for one of his egomaniacal, bully-boy rants. You’ll be safe behind the wheel.

'Big Brother' Takes Over

July 24, 2007 4:41 PM

Omigawd, “Big Brother 8” has all but taken over OMGreppi’s life – or whatever she can claim to have as a life – with the addition of three hours per night (that’s 21 hours per week) of loosely directed feed from the house in which strangers are sequestered as they vote someone out and scheme to be the last houseguest standing – all of it before some 50 cameras and wearing microphones.

The 21 hours that start at midnight Eastern on ShowtimeToo are in addition to the three hourlong “BB” broadcasts each week on CBS, and the reading of blogs that thoroughly transcribe most every conversation or development in the house, and the occasional check of the 24-hour live Internet house feeds to see who’s zooming whom. Things turn on a dime in the “BB” house.

OMGreppi’s more highfalutin friends just roll their eyes at her “BB” addiction, but she cannot be shamed. What was the best human ant-farm experience has become a total immersion experience.

And the more this “BB” fan gets, the more she wants. And not just because the house guests are very aware of the hours in which they’re on display “After Dark.”

They’ve begun saving some of their best for last each night. It might be a birthday observance that culminates in the dorky but nipple-ringed Eric (otherwise known as America’s Player, who has to do viewers’ biddings, whether it’s trying to get a particular person nominated for eviction or voted out or just annoyed) licking Bible-reading, slowly blossoming Jameka’s birthday greeting off the dining room table. You don’t have to have a dirty mind to relish the scene, but it helps.

Last week, knowing full well the video would be widely viewed, they egged on Zach until he streaked across the backyard and into the pool just before the end of the telecast. You don’t have to be a connoisseur of bawdy parts to have fun with this episode, but it helps. Even Jameka was moved to say on a subsequent night that she’d changed Pampers of better-equipped babies. It was a priceless moment for “BB” fans.

Last night’s “After Dark” started with lots of conversation about how bored ShoToo viewers must be. Dustin, who outlasted his outrageously and self-defeatingly manipulative ex-lover Joe in the house, was leading a strenuous abs workout in the backyard. Nothing was going on. (Dustin, by the way, is OMGreppi’s pick to take it all in the “BB” pool.)

Suddenly, Dick and daughter Danielle -- whose estrangement led to them being one of the three pairs of houseguests unwittingly entering the house with a person from their past, and the only pair in which both are still in the house – were caught up in an extremely emotional discussion that the producers stayed with for a half-hour or more.

OMGreppi was rapt.

Evil Dick, as the houseguests nicknamed the career bartender well before he became head of household, did his best to strike terror into the hearts of everyone he thought had crossed him or might consider crossing him before announcing his nominations for eviction in a ceremony that takes place live during every Thursday night’s broadcast on CBS.

He’s an aficionado of “BB,” and sussed out the first attempt at a controlling alliance: formed by the first head of household, the small-town businesswoman, who has never known an openly gay person before, and three younger guys. (None of his fellow houseguests understood why he dubbed the now-splintered group the Mrs. Robinson Alliance. Producers might want to address this pop-cultural illiteracy during the next contestant search.)

But Evil Dick also was hoping that being under the same roof with his daughter might lead to some kind of a rapprochement. It’s been touch and go, especially since they were both nominated for eviction by Jen, a busty bikini bunny who redefines narcissist. E.D. is a colorful character – and OMGreppi is not just referring to his tattoos, black-and-red-splotched hair, piercings, devilish facial hair and goth-black fingernails. His late-night conversations with the cameras and whatever hapless houseguest wanders within earshot have become known as the “Dick at Nite” show. He hawks loogies in the backyard, farts (but there’s a lot of that and talk about that going around the house), brags about famous people he’s met and places he’s seen, and brags about going commando under his well-torn jeans.

Viewers still don’t know the whole story, but at some point, Dick (and who knows who else) appears to have let his daughter and son go to live with their pentacostal-preacher grandmother rather than personally shouldering the responsibility of their upbringing.

Danielle, the baby of the house, is an intriguing study in contradictions. The busty little slip of a blonde, who waitresses at Hooters, has won the power of veto twice in a row. The second time she took herself off the block, leaving her father to sweep the vote and send Joe packing. But she’s caught between a boyfriend back home in Huntington Beach, Calif., and Nick, a sexually intriguing jock whose puppy-dog pursuit of her may be real or may be just another show-mance designed to help Nick in a game that is decided by votes.

And she’s unable to focus on her game because of the unexpected presence of her father.

Last night, she tried to tell him how his sarcasm cuts and makes it difficult to regard him as a friend and how her lack of mother and father role models makes it difficult to regard him as a parent. There were a few moments in which E.D., clearly touched, almost acted like a parent hearing a primal scream from his child. At one point, he even suggested family counseling after “BB” is over. But then he’d lapse back into defense of his parenting choices and perspectives. And afterward, he made the rounds of the houseguests, recounting the discussion with Danielle.

He blew it. Big-time.

And Jameka, the school counselor known for mmm-mmmming her side of many conversations, tried gently to lead him to an understanding of what Danielle most needs from him now.

Given a couple more weeks – not something Evil Dick can count on given that houseguests are getting tired of the “Dick at Day and Nite” show – she might just get through.

OMGreppi is pulling for Jameka.

And she’s not afraid to admit she’s secretly hoping that Evil Dick, sensing his number is up, just stops the game-playing and bows out to free his daughter of one handicap.

It would be the fatherly thing to do. And the fatherly thing to do seems long overdue.

But OMGreppi desperately wants him to shout, as he closes the door behind him and heads for his debriefing by “BB” host Julie Chen: “Mrs. Robinson was a cradle robber.”

It would be the perfect exit line on the best soap opera on TV.

Katie Couric Can’t Win

July 9, 2007 9:28 AM

Fair or unfair, the “CBS Evening News” anchor seems to be in a no-win situation.

Talking about it, at length, and authorizing her pals to talk about it on her behalf, doesn’t help, as a long article, headlined “Alas, Poor Couric,” in the current New York magazine makes all too clear.

If you don’t like Katie Couric before you read the first of the 6,300 or so words by Joe Hagan, you won’t like her any more when you get to the closing paragraph, in which “She summons a smile. Even now, her optimism is irrepressible.”

None of the possible rationales for why “Evening News” has not become a player since she took over the perpetually third-place newscast has not been uttered more than before by Ms. Couric, who wanted to serious-up (and make $15 million a year) after 15 years as the morning news star of NBC’s “Today” show, or by the CBS executives who wanted to lighten up the evening news genre in hopes of attracting viewers not interested in the old “Evening News.”

Genderism, sexism, stuck-in-a-rutism on the part of the audience and CBS Newsies who think maybe she’s not up to her current task, which includes acting as managing editor of “Evening News,” are suggested again. So is meanness on the part of the media, which apparently waited for 15 long years to throw darts at her.

Insulting the audience, yeah, that’s the ticket, to borrow the catchphrase of Jon Lovitz’s old liar character.

Insulting the media is Katie Couric’s right, but it's naive. Covering the ratings decline, when a ratings incline was what CBS paid for, didn’t start with Katie Couric, won’t end with Katie Couric, and isn’t limited to Katie Couric.

Insulting her own news organization probably won’t inspire confidence on the part of the viewers who are on the fence or who jumped it.

There’s a lot of nothing new in the article, but the juiciest anecdote, which is landing in the headlines about the article, begs the question of whether gender doesn’t at least occasionally work in her favor.

Ms. Couric admits repeatedly smacking news editor Jerry Cipriano on the arm because he used the word “sputum” in the story of the world-famous tuberculosis case in June and it’s not a word she wanted used.

“’I sort of slapped him around,” Ms. Couric said to Mr. Hagan. “I got mad at him and said, ‘You can’t do this to me. You have to tell me when you’re going to use a word like that.’ I was aggravated, there’s no question about that.” But she says she has a good relationship with Cipriano. “We did ban the word sputum from all future broadcasts. It became kind of a joke.’”

A guy, speaking with the voice of God or not, couldn’t have gotten away with that kind of management style. And if Ms. Couric hadn’t done this New York magazine interview, we wouldn’t know that she thinks it’s kind of a joke.

In the 'Big Brother' 'Hood

July 5, 2007 7:51 AM

Ohmygawd, OMGreppi can hardly wait until 8 tonight for the season premiere of “Big Brother 8.”

It is the guiltiest of guilty pleasures. The reality-show gift that keeps on giving.

One show. Three nights on CBS. Thursday, Sunday and Tuesday. Twenty-four hours on the Internet, thanks to the HOW MANY cameras that guarantee the HouseGuests – 14 to start and then one voted out each Thursday in a live nail-biter hosted by the wardrobe-enabled Julie Chen -- can run their mouths and their scams but they can’t hide.

And now, OMG, three hours per night on CBS’s cable sister channel Showtime Too, of live voyeurism starting at midnight. That’s going to be a break for OMGreppi’s old bones, which can only take so many hours at the computer – although the latest RealPlayer is warmed up for the Web watch, is the most addictive people-watching ever. And the link to mortystv.com’s ‘round-the-clock, running blog about what’s going on, is secure.
In this year’s human ant farm are only four “older” HouseGuests: a 44-year-old heavily tattooed L.A. bartender who is (surprise!) single; a 37-year-old Oregon woman described as a business owner; a 30-year-old graphic designer from Burbank; and a 28-year-old school counselor (what’s wrong with this picture?) who also appears to be the only African-American in the cast. Among the youngsters are a Jordin Sparks look-alike; a 20-year-old Elisha Cuthbert look-alike; a 22-year-old Todd Oldham look-alike; a 23-year-old Michael Rapaport look-alike; and a 25-year-old “former pro football player.”

One of the HouseGuests has been selected to do what the viewers tell him to do at the end of each episode starting Sunday, a role that may or may not help him or her last, and a role that is not supposed to be known to the others in the house.

The other twist is that some HouseGuests will find themselves sequestered with an “enemy.” OMGreppi think she has identified one of the tense male twosomes, but she might just be reading too much into mug shots and geographic similarities.

We’ll see. We’ll see it all.

(Rio) Bravo, Bob Schieffer

June 28, 2007 10:31 AM

Bob Schieffer’s New York musical debut with Honky Tonk Confidential Wednesday night was a big bold-faced blast that benefited the Walter Reed Society and made a good case for buying the group’s fourth album, “Road Kill Stew and Other News,” which features some songs written and sorta warbled by Mr. Schieffer.

Despite debilitating heat that knocked out power on the Upper (and higher) East Side long enough to snarl surface and subterranean traffic, and thunderstorms, the performance space at Hill Country, an new Austin-style barbecue spot in the Flatiron District was packed. Packed.
Tom Brokaw was there. NBC News President Steve Capus was there – but his off-again-on-again earring wasn’t. He good-naturedly blamed last-minute notice from Mr. Brokaw for that fashion omission. OMGreppi equally good-naturedly suggests that if he’s not going to wear his earring every day, he should keep a spare in his desk drawer at "30 Rock" for just such occasions.

Because if there ever were a night on which to throw off your tired old dress codes, this was it.

Mr. Schieffer started the evening in a perfectly creased white shirt, jeans (and a belt he’d hand-tooled in school) and boots and a pristine white hat but switched to a genuine Texas Christian University blue-and-gold football jersey – No. 70 in honor of his age.

The triangles of gold at the neckline and the sleeves, poufed to allow for shoulder pads when needed, added up to a sort of ornamentally edgy outlaw look that Mr. Schieffer pulled off quite well.

At the Schieffer family table with wife Pat: one New York Times reporter and one unemployed gossip reporter; “48 Hours Investigates” executive producer Susan Zirinsky, husband Joe Peyronnin and their 11-year-old daughter Zoe; Andy Rooney; and not-so-retired former CBS network president Gene Jankowski (who loosened and then finally doffed his tie).

Elsewhere in the crowd: agents Richard Leibner and Steve Sadicario; “Early Show” anchor Harry Smith and sportscaster wife Andrea Joyce; “Good Morning America” executive producer Jim Murphy (who worked often with Mr. Schieffer during the years he was executive producer of “CBS Evening News”), “Sunday Morning” executive producer Rand Morrison and humorist Bill Geist (working on a Schieffer piece); and vocalist Phoebe Snow.

As OMGreppi was leaving, Victor Neufeld, Paula Zahn’s executive producer and newsman about New York, was heading back in after having checked on his rain-dappled Vespa.

A good time was definitely had by all, y’all, especially during Mr. Schieffer’s performance of the classic-to-be “TV Anchorman.”

When Kimmel’s Comedy Really Isn’t Pretty

June 27, 2007 9:35 AM

What do Paris Hilton and Jimmy Kimmel’s appendix have in common?

They both inspired some very-funny-turned-very-unappetizing comedy bits Tuesday night, on the host’s first night back on “Jimmy Kimmel Live” after an emergency appendectomy.

Mr. Kimmel’s style is to take comedy all the way to stomach-churning and beyond whenever possible, thus driving off those who just tuned in for funny.

OMGreppi was turned off “Kimmel” for months after his shock-comedy girlfriend Sarah Silverman sat on the back of his “Kimmel” couch and sang to him a song she’d written about the irritable bowel syndrome and /////////////diahrrea////////// she said they have in common.

And so Tuesday we had the video time line of Ms. Hilton’s un-perp walk to freedom after 23 days in jail—how changed can she be if she does her little red-carpet finger waggle to the cameras and the crowds?—with close-ups of tooth-challenged Jake Byrd proving that his interruption of a press conference earlier in the Hilton saga was, alas, no fluke. And, really, what’s funny about asking a very ordinary woman who had the bad luck to have, um, business to conduct at the jail at the moment Ms. Hilton was released, “Who are you wearing?”

We had Mr. Kimmel passing off a shrimp as his appendix … and then dunking it in cocktail sauce and eating it.

But OMGreppi suppressed her gag reflex and was rewarded with a delightful show that centered on Don Rickles, the insult comedian making the promotional rounds with his best-selling “Rickles’ Book.”

Mr. Rickles is a welcome and revered guest on “Late Show With David Letterman” and “The Late Late Show With Craig Ferguson” and, of course, “Live With Regis and Kelly,” but Mr. Kimmel did it up right. He donned a tux—the stylist should be fired for choosing a most unflattering collar that gave the host’s mid-section a penguin-like shape—for the occasion.

He planted longtime Rickles pal Bob Newhart in the audience and then went to hilarious extremes to overlook him during an audience Q&A. Watching Mr. Rickles choke up while talking about Mr. Newhart was the sort of memorable, you-can’t-script-this moment that keep OMGreppi addicted to late-night shows even though she can no longer guarantee she’s awake for the broadcast and that keep OMGreppi’s DVR near capacity at all times.

For a classy close, Mr. Kimmel, who is, after all, a child of Vegas, closed with a performance by Keely Smith, an icon from the heyday of the man who became the sultan of insult comics by making fun of Frank Sinatra and the rest of the best.

“I enjoy being on your show. You don’t help me. It’s like being with nobody, you know what I’m saying? When Johnny Carson was alive, bang, boom, bang. Letterman, bang, boom, bang. Jay Leno, boom,” Mr. Rickles riffed. “That’s a joke. Jay knows I like him.”

And Mr. Rickles knows Mr. Leno can take it.

Mr. Byrd, on the other hand, should find the T-shirted woman he made fun of in the Hilton piece and apologize.

Say What????!!!!???

June 26, 2007 8:43 AM

OMGreppi was, she is sad to say, awake at 4 a.m. (Eastern) when the breaking news alert from ABC News set off the buzzer on her BlackBerry: “AFTER 23 DAYS IN AN L.A. COUNTY JAIL PARIS HILTON WAS RELEASED.”

Less than a half-hour later, Taina Hernandez, informed viewers of ABC’s “World News Now,” that mama Kathy Hilton had arrived at the jail to pick up daughter Paris. “Looks like the release will be imminent,” said Ms. Hernandez.

Down, inner lexicologist-grammarian, down. She could have said “was imminent.”

And to think that the overnight newscast’s announcer had just read an e-mail that said the once-smart program should be re-titled “World Fluff Story Now” and that someone running the show should rent “Network.”

Ms. Hernandez’s baby-faced co-anchor Ryan Owens, joked that the e-mail was from his mother and he had asked her to be more creative if she was going to write to the show. “ ‘World Fluff Story News’? I mean, come on. I expect better.”

So did fans of the original “World News Now,” until it became painfully clear that witty repartee was no longer a skill required of or desired in its co-anchors—there will never be as ineffable a pairing as Anderson Cooper and Alison Stewart in 2000.

So the sleep-disturbed who know that the competing “Up to the Minute” on CBS doesn’t rise to the level of sleep-inducing, have learned to watch “WNN” for the repeats of “Nightline” segments and hit mute during any attempt at extemporaneous conversation.

The other alternative, checking out replays of cable news channel shows, can doom any attempt to fall back asleep.

“There’s no question that Ms. Hilton has been glorified by many in the media, and that is a bad thing,” declared “The O’Reilly Factor’s” Bill O’Reilly, introducing a segment in which just how bad was about to be made clear.

Funny, “Larry King Live” guest host Harvey Levin, repeatedly made clear Monday night just what a journalistic coup Mr. King had achieved in landing the first post-jail TV interview with Ms. Hilton after Team Hilton blew deals with ABC and NBC.

“Larry King is the man,” Mr. Levin said. “This interview is a big deal and Larry King got it.”

This was after he had moderated a round of reports from Canton, Ohio, about first appearance in court of a cop accused of killing the woman nine months pregnant with their second illegitimate child and the woman charged with obstructing the investigation.

A quick read of the transcript of Monday night’s “Larry King” will show that coherence and credibility were not a requirement to be booked for either the Canton or the Hilton segment.

OMGreppi got writer’s cramp scribbling down OMG quotes (and got positively dizzy when trying to capture what was said by Brody (“Princes of Malibu”) Jenner, whose MySpace page lists his occupation as “hustler”).

“Good for Larry King,” said “Extra TV” Tanika Ray, from outside the jail that still contained Ms. Hilton at the time. “He’s going to be talking to her on Wednesday and that will answer a lot of questions.”

And probably reiterate a lot more.

OMGreppi and others waiting for the “why” of all this might as well be waiting for Godot.

Or for “American Morning” on CNN Tuesday, when a live segment-opening shot, clearly labeled “LAX” was explained by Kiran Chetry as “a beautiful shot. LAX, I’m assuming, since there’s a big L-A-A [sic] followed by an X.”

Bob Schieffer, Yes; Paris Hilton, No

June 25, 2007 9:16 AM

OMGreppi has better things to do this Wednesday night than feel her skin crawl for the hour that Paris Hilton is scheduled to appear on CNN’s “Larry King Live.”

As a long-time FOB—Fan Of Bob Schieffer—OMGreppi will be in the New York City crowd attending a benefit concert headlined by the moderator of CBS’s “Face the Nation” and the D.C.-based country western band, Honky Tonk Confidential. On the bill that night: “TV Anchorman,” one of the songs from the group’s fourth album, “Road Kill Stew and Other News.”

Mr. Schieffer wrote the lyrics for four of the song and sorta sings.

In addition to seeing a whole new side of Mr. Schieffer—who knew he could work a TV news consultant and “Brokeback Mountain” joke into the same ditty?—our presence will benefit the Walter Reed Society, which benefits the welfare and morale of soldiers and family and staff at the Walter Reed Army Medical Center.

Music starts at 8 p.m. Wednesday at Hill Country, 30 W. 26th St., in Manhattan. It’s $15 per head. The reservation list has started to fill, so OMGreppi recommends a call to 212-255-4544.

Remembering Carl Killingsworth

On a less upbeat note: Carl Killingsworth, one of the funniest, sweetest, most joyous and most memorable gentlemen ever to leave the Deep South and to cross OMGreppi’s path, died Saturday afternoon after a long and gutsy battle with liver and pancreatic cancer. He was a month shy of his 71st birthday.

After a long stretch with NBC and WNBC-TV—where he was doing PR when OMGreppi met him—he began commuting across the Hudson River to CNBC in 1996.

He led a glamorous life—how many men do you know who had escorted Jacqueline Onassis?—but you were more likely to hear about that from someone other than Carl, who appreciated good dish but didn’t participate.

At CNBC, Carl handled the details for everything from road trips for VIPs and shows—handing out CNBC pens along the way—to the company Christmas party and summer picnic.

If you asked for advice and counsel, he gave it. No matter who you were. If you were smart, you took it. No matter who you were.

Although Carl didn't have family in New York, he considered all of you at CNBC an important part of his family. In that way, he is survived by every CNBC employee.

There will be a wake and funeral in New Bern, N.C.

There will be a memorial in New York.

OMGreppi doesn’t envy whoever will plan that one.

It will have to live up to Carl.