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The Secret Behind Oprah’s Empire.

2 Feb

Oprah now has her OWN channel. Up next: her OWN currency.

It is common knowledge that Oprah Winfrey is the most powerful woman on the planet. And the second most powerful human, trailing only Facebook creator Mark Zuckerberg. And the third most powerful creature or entity, behind Zuckerberg and Godzilla.

For God’s sake, the woman launched her own television network last month! (By the way, Saturday Night Live creator Lorne Michaels is featured on Oprah Presents Master Class, and it is must-see-TV.) Oprah’s channel should provide a tidy little nest egg for her after she closes up shop on her critically-acclaimed talk show in September, which has aired in every country on Earth for 25 years, as well as the other eight planets in the solar system and 48 of the 63 moons orbiting Jupiter.

(A handful of reputed scientists suggest that Pluto was actually kicked to the galactic curb because it refused to carry Oprah, calling the program “overrated and self-indulgent.” Clearly, that was a poor choice.)

Did I mention that her new television network is called OWN?

So Oprah is crazy wealthy and all-powerful, and by all accounts a generous philanthropist and dignified humanitarian. Hell, I professed my love for the woman back on World Gratitude Day, and I’m sticking to it. She’s the real deal.

What few people realize, though, is how versatile Oprah is. For instance, did you know that she narrated the 11-part Life series which aired on Discovery Channel last year? For those unfamiliar with this program, you are missing out. Just ask Perpetual Motion, our 5-year old resident biologist. We have the entire series recorded on DVR, and he has watched each episode to the point of verbatim memorization.

A few days ago, as P Motion was watching the “Amphibians and Reptiles” episode (again), a segment came on showing incredible footage of an unbelievably tiny toad.

“How much does that toad weigh?” I asked from the kitchen.

“Dad, he said that toad weighs less than a paper clip,” replied P Motion, a bit disgustedly, clicking the quick review button on the DVR remote as proof (sadly, all of our children are capable of that).

“Who is ‘he?’” inquired Kick Ass Wife, who was sitting at the table.

“The guy who is talking on TV,” said P Motion.

“Honey, that’s not a he. It’s a she.”

“No it isn’t. It’s a boy’s voice.”

Besides always moving (you could get motion sickness watching him watch television) and being smart as a whip, P Motion can also be a bit stubborn (not unlike COUGH COUGH his COUGH mother COUGH COUGH). This had the potential to get interesting.

“The person talking on the television is a woman, Reed.”

“How do you know?” The classic kid question. P Motion hit the quick review again, giving his mom a chance to clear up her gender misconceptions.

Kick Ass Wife, through only slightly clenched teeth and in a voice a few decibels below the kids-out-of-bed-for-the-fifth-time roar, said, “I…just…know.”

P Motion watched and listened again. “No. That’s a boy voice.”

“Reed, the person talking on TV is a woman named Oprah Winfrey! She has a talk show and she is probably one of the richest people in the world!” (I was going to add that she has her own television network, as well, but it didn’t seem that important at the time.)

P Motion kind of shrugged and continued watching television, seemingly waving the white flag. Or maybe not.

“Did she get rich because she can talk like a boy?”

Little-known fact: Oprah built at least part of her empire by doing male voice-over work for award-winning nature documentaries.

Who knew?

*Image courtesy of www.oprah.com.

(Any memorable “discussions” with your kids lately? Have you watched OWN yet? Do you think that if Oprah and Mark Zuckerberg teamed up, they could take Godzilla?)

The 2-year old can’t say “football,” but he can pick winners: Tax Credit #4′s NFL predictions.

23 Jan

Last night, as Tax Credit #4 and I enjoyed a little daddy/toddler recliner time, I flipped over to the NFL Network to see what sort of hard-hitting analysis was taking place less than 24 hours before the NFC and AFC Championship Games. Leading up to kickoff, the entertainment value on those studio shows increases dramatically as the “experts” search for that exclusive little nugget to offer up to viewers.

Let’s send it out to our moderately attractive female reporter, who is in Pittsburgh at the Jets’ team hotel.

Thanks, guys. Earlier today, I examined stool samples from New York’s defensive linemen, and it appears that each ate several whole chickens, bones and all, over the last 12 hours. Clearly, they’re hoping that voracious appetite will help them devour Pittsburgh’s running game.

Also, I talked to Mark Sanchez’s mother in the elevator about 15 minutes ago, and she told me that as a 4-year old, her son threw almost 500 touchdown passes to imaginary receivers in their backyard. Guys, if that’s any indication, the Steelers’ secondary could be in for a long day, and the Jets could be looking at a treat that’s a whole lot sweeter than juice boxes and some of Mrs. Sanchez’s homemade chocolate chip cookies: a trip to Dallas for Super Bowl XLV. From Pittsburgh, I’m moderately attractive. Back to you.

Are you ready for some football? "No."

This was a perfect opportunity to talk a little pigskin with my almost 2-year old. His vocabulary may be limited to one word (“No”), but it does have two meanings (a “No” that means “No” and a “No” that actually means “Yes”). Tax Credit #4 keeps the playbook simple when it comes to conversation, but the kid knows a hell of a lot about football, and pretty much everything else.

“So what do you think: was that reporter moderately attractive?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so either. I’ve only got eyes for one woman who handles fecal matter, and that’s your mom. Which reminds me: did she ever find that Hungry Hungry Hippo marble?”

“No.”

“Don’t worry. It too shall pass. Good one, eh?”

“No.”

“You’re right. Too obvious. Speaking of passing, how about Aaron Rodgers? That guy is on fire. Do you think he’s the best quarterback in the league right now?”

“No.”

“Me, too. He’s just got that sort of moxie to him, you know? Tom Brady-like in a non-Justin Beiber sort of way, and Peyton Manning-like in a non-I-always-look-like-I’m-constipated sort of way. Rodgers doesn’t have the hardware that those two possess, but if he can take Green Bay all the way to the Super Bowl, with the injuries that team has had throughout the season and to do it by winning three playoff games on the road, he’ll have supplanted both of those guys as the premier QB. Plus, Rodgers looks like he’s having fun out there. Don’t you love that?”

“No.”

“I do, too. The guy sitting at home trying to watch the game with four little kids hanging off of him begging him to change the channel to Wonder Pets is the one who should have a grimace on his face, not the guy getting paid millions to play a game. Ironically, Rodgers reminds a lot of another #4 in that regard. When he was wearing the yellow and green, Brett Favre always looked like he was having fun. But man, the last two seasons that guy took a beating; he was a human piñata. At least the purple jersey accentuated all of the bruising. You called it on that Vikings-Favre-Moss thing, didn’t you?”

“No.”

“Damn right, you did. That whole thing in Minnesota imploded quicker than one of our family trips to Walmart, just like you predicted. And now I read that the Vikings might be going after Vince Young? Really? That’s a good idea on the heels of the Favre-pocalypse?”

“No.”

“It’s a horrible idea. Alright, let’s get to it. NFC champion: Chicago?”

“No.”

“So the Pack will roll into Soldier Field, rip out the Bears’ collective heart, grind it up, stuff a bratwurst with it, eat it, and then wash it down with a Leinenkugel’s? Is that what you’re saying?”

“No.”

“As much as I love Bill Swerkski’s Super Fans (Da Bears) and the Blues Brothers, I’m with ya. Rodgers, Clay Fabio, and the Cheesehead Nation head south to Dallas in two weeks. Now, I was fully behind the Steelers to take out New York in the AFC, but then I saw that Hulk Hogan endorsed the Jets and trash-talking linebacker Bart Scott, who had two total tackles in last week’s win over New England. How can you pick against the former WWF champ? If I could find something in the news saying that Jimmy “Superfly” Snuka had texted Troy Polamalu telling him and the Steelers to go top turnbuckle on Rex Ryan and company, maybe I could pick Pittsburgh. But you’ve gotta go with the Hulkster, right?”

“No.”

“Pittsburgh?”

“No.”

“Alright, the Steel Curtain overcomes the mojo provided by the veteran of the steel cage match. You usually throw a 35-yard strike to the back of the end zone on these things, #4. Odds are, you’re right. Okay, how about these odds: 100-to-1, I can hold off the four-child blitz long enough to watch one of the two championship games in its entirety.”

“No.”

“1000-to-1?”

“No.”

“1,000,000-to-1?”

“No.”

“So you’re telling me there’s a chance. Yes! Those odds stink, #4, but I’ll take ‘em. Hey, something really does stink. Did you just spike one in your diaper?”

“No.”

“Well, luckily you snuck it in just before the 2-minute warning. Let’s go change that thing before you get hit with an illegal formation penalty. Illegal formation? Funny, huh?”

“No.”

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