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Heather Graham was never more popular as as she was from acting in Boogie Nights in , but she did guest star in nine episodes of Scrubs as Dr. They got Macy Gray to sing the theme song!

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Never mind that allegedly ABC bought the show from Sony without seeing the pilot…. If you learn anything from Brilliantly Canceled , it is that you should always ask to see the pilot. Did the show deserve to be canceled after one episode?

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Considering all of the garbage television has presented us with, no. But it is obvious that if it went through the standard pilot season rigamarole the pilot would have been rewritten and reshot, possibly with a few cast changes, hopefully with joke punch-ups. But no more!

Every member of the opposite sex hence forth will need to not give her five reasons to break up with him during their relationship or else he gets sent back from whence he came. Through standard voice over and graphics, Emily demonstrated what it looks like when a man is run through the system. In the pilot, Stan from marketing unknowingly became the guinea pig. Initially Stan seemed like the perfect gentleman, until he became a perfect gentleman that did not want to have sex with our heroine. Most effeminate sport in the world. Who did what in EastEnders? The one about the boy who, baffled by the array of wholesome food in front of him at my brother's 10th birthday, said hopefully, "Can you pass me one of those chocolate biscuits?

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I love these stories - they paint a vivid picture of growing up in a family that very much did its own thing. And I love the fact that we did our own thing - actually, scrap that, we did our mother's thing. She was the beating heart of eccentricity that drove the whole lot of us.

I tell the stories for laughs, and they are funny.

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I'm so used, by now, to my oddball childhood, that often, I only recall the hilarious side of it. The way we simply didn't fit. Not anywhere. We were too many - six kids; too wild; too Irish in Belgium, where we grew up; too foreign when we came 'home' for summer holidays; too much ourselves, and too unlike anyone else.

We worked very well within our own domestic sphere, and within the circle of like-minded, or at least tolerant, family friends; but everywhere else, we stuck out. We were outsiders in the city in which we lived - set apart by language and culture; instantly, visibly 'different' in a society that greatly valued 'same'. The unashamed curiosity - the barefaced stares - of many Belgians as we went about our daily business in shops and parks and restaurants was an early exercise in being under scrutiny. We were part of an expat community, but odd even within that community.

My dad, born and brought up in Roscommon, not so much although scratch the surface Or even try. Born in Jerusalem to a Palestinian mother and English father; brought up in Kenya, Uganda, Tanzania, the Congo; moving constantly from one isolated colonial spot to another, before coming to study at UCD, she hadn't a hope of fitting in. She was also - is still - beautiful. Maybe that brings its own isolations, too? But remembering only the funny side of those years means missing a bit: the very real misery of being eight, or nine, or seven, and sitting on the opposite side of a room to my friends, alone, with a home-made brown bread and cheese sandwich, while they all stuffed in as many cakes and sweets as they could.

The hot feeling of knowing that the birthday mother was telling the friend helping her, who wanted to know why I wasn't coming to the table, "Her mother doesn't let her have sugar". And the absolute certainty that this was said, not with indulgence, but with some hostility. The mortification of being 13 and having to admit, "We're not allowed watch Top of The Pops", unable to bring myself to answer, "Because my mother says it rots the brain", when asked, "Why ever not?

And even though I am proud of my mother now, of the strength of her conviction and force of personality, at the time, I was embarrassed. I felt different at an age when no one likes feeling different. I felt odd at a time when normal is desirable. I felt a distance between me and everybody else, and, at the time, that distance could be painful. I felt bad not just for myself, but for her, too utterly wasted, I might add. A complicated mix of love and pride and protectiveness and squirming mortification that was hard to process at the age of eight. Not to mention the apprehension of wondering what she would do next.

Ask one of my friends to wipe the table with a cloth made from an old T-shirt yes, really? Offer them a handful of almonds "for selenium"? Come tearing into a room demanding to know who was wearing "that horrible cheap perfume" when my best friend had just given me a present of a can of Impulse? Yes, all that and more. She was magnificently impervious to embarrassment, indifferent to the slightly craven wish to fit in that I had in abundance. I remember taking a ferry with all my family when I was about 14, coming back to Ireland for summer holidays.

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I snuck into the ferry's Shamrock Lounge or wherever we had based ourselves, and watched, hidden, from the other side of the room, as they laid out the picnic my mother had packed: a whole roast chicken, wrapped in layers of newspaper to keep it hot; steak sandwiches that were essentially an entire fillet stuck between two bloody pieces of bread; a huge bowl of salad complete with spring onions and tomatoes and oily dressing; bottles of water wrapped in more newspaper to keep them cool. Even though I was starving - and indeed the still-hot chicken looked very good - I pretended I didn't know them.

But at the same time as I cringed, there was a part of me that admired them, too, for their utter obliviousness. And wished - dearly wished - that I had some of it.

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I enjoyed writing screenplays and finished three of them when I started to search for an agent or manager to get my foot in the Hollywood door. It looked like things were going well: he had backing from Italian investors, assigned a unit producer and was talking to directors, but then, in true Hollywood fashion, everything fell through. I later found out that this was the norm in Hollywood. It was an interesting switch as there is much more description needed in novel-writing.

When writing screenplays, you have to constantly remind yourself to leave out descriptions as that is up to the director.

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I do find that my novels, like my screenplays, are heavy on dialogue. I am not an introverted loner as many writers describe themselves and I find it easier to write surrounded by people. I get many ideas from listening to conversations and the stories I might invent from people-watching. I have never had a problem stopping and starting when I am writing. Editing and rewriting is continual but there is no set amount or way I do it. I use his feedback and then print out a hard copy that I can write on and do my first whole book edit.

Then I give it to my son who is a journalist for his overall impression. He gives more specifics than my husband and also gives me his ideas for the changes I should make. I then do another rewrite and then I give it to my editor who does more of a fine-tune edit for better ways to say something, grammar, typos etc. I make those changes and then do one more reading before publishing. This is another reason I like self-publishing where I can continue to make changes in books. I have even made changes after readers have mentioned something that I might agree with. My Quaker school experience, as I mentioned earlier, and my liberal Democratic family was a strong influence in my early years to help the underprivileged and disadvantaged.

I taught almost exclusively in inner city schools during my career, working with diverse, low-income populations of kids.

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I also taught 16 years in a school where orthopedically handicapped and autistic children were mainstreamed into our classrooms. When I retired and moved to Chico, I started a writing group for the homeless in the local resource center. We published two books of their writing called Derelict Voice and started a blog. I did that for several years and lately have been teaching writing to homeless families and the victims of the Camp Fire that destroyed the town of Paradise, just ten miles from Chico.

It might also be from something I read in the news or heard on a podcast.