3 Day Hangovers, The Rise of George, The Fall of Rudy

Let's just say that it's Tuesday morning, and I'm still feeling very beat up from Saturday night. Drinking from 7:30 PM to 3 AM? At 21, this equals fun. At almost 27, this equals fun at the time, then roughly 2-3 days of feeling like holy death. Really, spending all day Sunday feeling like I was punched in the stomach? Bad times.

That being said, the party/fundraiser at the LVT on Saturday was one of the best times I've had in a long time. We had roughly 70 people, killed 2 kegs in about 4 and a half hours, and as far as I know, everyone had a really good time. Granted, as far as I know, I had a good time, but I'm not 100% sure. I am thankful that it worked out as well as it did, I was worried that we'd have a subpar turnout, and that I'd feel like a big jackass for thinking it could work. Fortunately, everyone on our team did a great job of getting a lot of fun, cool people to show, so the hardest thing I had to do all night was walk around with an envelope of money on my arm without losing it, and put wristbands on people's arms without anyone losing too much arm-hair.

Grey's Anatomy

My first mistake in writing about this show is that I go to the writer's blog after every episode, so I take what I already think about the episode, then add it to that, and I feel like I'm not making any points that haven't already been made. However, I will say a couple of things. 1) Having George narrate the episode was really cool, and a great change of pace. We always see everything through Meredith's eyes, and as she gets more pathetic, and more lost in her own despair, it's good to see her through someone else's eyes. 2) I liked how they built the entire episode around karma, seeing people getting what they deserve for their actions, both good and bad. And 3) I know we're 19 episodes into the season, and I'm really mad that it's going to be over soon.

24

Sarah and Sharda are going to kill me for this, significantly, but it's good to see stupid Rudy get his. He was awful! And you guys, if you were watching the show, you'd know what I'm talking about, so you can't defend him anymore. Also, apparently Tony and Kim are coming back next week, which means this thing is really going to escalate.

Home Sweet Home?

I realized that lately all I've been posting about lately is 24 and Grey's Anatomy. This means one of two things:

1) I'm very shallow, and have so little going on in my life that I talk about TV constantly.

2) At least I'm not whining about my break up anymore. (You know, save for that vicious set of lyrics I posted on V-Day, but that was to be expected. Deal.)

Anyway, I had the wierdest dream last night. I dreamt that I was a little kid again back home in Erie, and I was at the butcher shop with my mom. Yes, my mother was old school, we still went to the butcher shop, and she had her own garden. I'm pretty sure my parents were hippies in a former life.

And by a former life, I mean the 70s.

Looking at our furniture from around the time I was born, I'm almost positive of it. Given my love of taking showers, I'm really glad I didn't have to grow up on a commune or something, that would have sucked.

Nevertheless, in my dream I just kept eating. And I remembered that everytime we went to the butcher shop, my mom would give me a piece of baloney out of the stuff she just bought, and buy me one of the black and white iced sugar cookies. The ones that were like the size of my friggin head, but only cost 30 cents? Let's face it, that was like 20 years ago.

Then I woke up and I'm like-baloney? WTF? I haven't had that in like 5 years, and the last time I tasted it, I thought I was going to puke. So why the hell would I have a dream about it? Better yet, why did we ever like that stuff when we were kids? It's like an old shoe mixed with salt.

I guess the point of all this is that it's wierd. If I was like a lot of my friends from high school, I never would have left Erie, which, after visiting there a couple of years ago, is not a good thing. Unfortunately, my hometown is very much on the downside of it's peak, and with the way a lot of blue collar jobs are being outsourced, I don't see that changing anytime during my lifetime.
But when you're a kid, home is home and you don't know any better, you can't imagine packing up and moving, and starting a whole new life. Now, we all contemplate the potential of moving at one point or another to take another job, explore other opportunities, or whatever. And as much as I still sometimes miss the familiarity of my small little hometown, I certainly wouldn't trade where I live for anything. (Okay, minus the snow and the crime)

Grey's, Jack, and F*ing Rudy.....

Jack Bauer Terrorist Kill Count: 10
Helicopters grounded with a handgun: 1 (a f*ing handgun...come on people, that's amazing!)

I know it's been two weeks since I've done a 24 post, but I didn't have much to say about last weeks episode. And I'm lazy. And fat. You get the idea.

However, I have to say things are finally starting to take a turn for the better this season. Granted, I'm pretty sure I hate Sean Astin right now, and will heretofore refer to him as "Rudy", as I refuse to acknowledge his role in Lord of the Rings, and would prefer to mock him in this manner.
I mean really, you're going to put Jack in custody? For saving 800 lives? That makes sense.

Personally, I'm really looking forward to the point where Tony wakes up from his coma, verbally berates Rudy, and possibly pistol whips him. That's what I'm hoping for at least.

As for Grey's, well what can I say other than: Holy crap.

First of all, I just picked up Season 1 on DVD over the weekend, and effectively cut my productivity down to zero as a result.

Secondly, Burke is slowly turning into my favorite character. The way he got away with yelling at Christina, and that ridiculous dancing thing? Amazing x2.

Third, is Meredith retarded? That whole thing at the end of the episode repulsed me. Is it possible to start to dislike the main character of a show?? She's becoming this self-destructive, sad, whiny person.

Also, if I saw you Saturday at Blind Pig and don't remember, well, you can thank the Captain for that. As for me, all I had to thank him for was a hangover.....

Made up Holidays and Things Of that Sort.....

Valentines Day is not a day that I've ever enjoyed. For whatever reason, I've felt it was always just an overhyped, super commercialized excuse to pump money out of people. I mean, you don't even get drunk on it normally, so how much of a holiday can it be.

And yes, that being said, I know some people enjoy it, and take it very seriously. Good for you. I on the other hand will probably be out with the rest of the single folks tonight, enjoying not having to be sappy.

In respect of that fact, and the fact that I'm still maybe a bitter little soul, and because I really like this song, I figured I'd post the lyrics here just for fun.


LYING IS THE MOST FUN A GIRL CAN HAVE WITHOUT TAKING HER CLOTHES OFF (by: Panic! At the Disco)

Well Is it still me that makes you sweat?
am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Well Then think of what you did. And I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you're fingers touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch...a better fuck
than any boy you'll ever meet. Sweetie you had me.
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
exchanging body heat in the passenger seat? no no no you know it will always just be..me

Let's get those teen hearts beating. Faster faster!
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls:will you dance to this beat- and hold a lover close?

Now I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus!
In case I lost my train of thought where was it that we last left off ?
lets pick up pick up
Oh now I do recall, we just were getting to the part...
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
Well then think of what you did. and how I hope to god he was worth it
For that I'm very sorry love... and though you may have butchered us...
I sure hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
(besides) did you really think I'd let you kill this chorus?

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That was nice and cathartic.....

Ridiculous----Amazing----Etc....

Grey's Anatomy last night completely blew me away. Sarah already said most of what needs to be said about it, but there were two things she didn't talk about that I thought were truly awesome about last nights episode. Actually more than that, so I'll just type and see what comes out.

My thoughts are always more about the writing than anything, because I like writing (even though I'm an awful writer), and when you've watched enough television, you start to appreciate the really well done stuff. This show totally falls into that category. With sitcomes I don't care so much, as long as it's fun, but for drama, for me to sit frozen in front of the tube for an hour, it better be well written.

First off, I loved the way they brought something simple, and inconsequential completely full circle with the girls in the shower. It was so perfect because when you watched the first part of the episode right after the Super Bowl, you figured that was something just a little gratuitous to hook everyone in for the hour. Then, they brought it all the way around to when Meredith was just completely in shock, and broken, and you see the contrast, especially when you see it through the eyes of George.

Secondly, the way they built a relationship between Burke and Derek. First episode, Burke makes it so clear that he doesn't like Derek, and leaves it so simply. Then, through the course of the episode, they're stuck in this horribly impossible situation together, and if nothing else, gain a certain mutual respect from each other that you can really only get from going through a traumatic event.

Also, I thought it was interesting to see the other side of Bailey, b/c she's pretty much 99% bad-ass. At least, that's how she was always written. So seeing her so weak, giving up like that, and then seeing her snap back was awesome. Especially when she says "O'Malley, stop staring at my va-jay-jay". Priceless.

Let's Vote!

I meant to post this a week ago, but we still have time since the event isn't until Thursday.

Danielle, as you may remember, is putting herself up for auction all 18th century slave-trade style, except with nicer clothes. And drinks. And for chairty. So it's not like that at all.

Anyway, we were joking about a week ago that we should get a bet going on the age of the wonderful philanthropist that's going to wager hard earned bling for the chance to spend an evening with her. We'll make it easy, it's either over or under.

We decided on an age: 44. Oh, and I'll take the over. Game on.

I sorta feel bad even doing this, since Danielle is doing it for a good cause, and is clearly a better person than me. Then again, me putting myself up for auction would just lead to a very disappointed charity.

Wait. I'm over it.

I'm kind of mad at myself today. I left my Jack Johnson/Curious George Soundtrack at home, and I was truly looking forward to listening to the disc at work. I picked it up yesterday at Best Buy (whom I still hate, but they sell stuff cheap, so oh well). And yes, I bought a soundtrack from a "kids movie" But admit, you l.o.v.e.d Curious George when you were a kid, so deal.

Also, I've decided after a few listens that I really like Panic! at the Disco. They're kind of Fallout Boy-ish, which I am enjoying. And yes, I'll be 27 in a few weeks, and I'm still listening to punk-pop music, which means I may or may not need to grow the hell up.
However, I highly reccommend them, especially "Love is the Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off"

Oh, and The Office last night? Hilarious. Granted, the Dwight bobblehead doll may or may not give me drunken nightmares this weekend.

That's how slow my week has been, I haven't done crap other than watch TV, clean, and listen to CDs. And my apartment is still a mess, so watching TV won the battle apparently.

I Hearby Renounce my Home State.....

Jack Bauer Official Terrorist Kill Count: 7 (still!?!?! Throw me a bone here Fox, damn)
Jack Bauer Collateral Damage Kill Count: 2 (Security guards? Wrong place, wrong time guys)

I have to say, I wasn't especially impressed with last nights action. Okay, okay, Jack did dive blindly into a room and shoot a guy twice, while diving left, as the guy was running to his right. That's hard to do.
It's also difficult to kill yourself with your belt. Congratulations, Walt.
Still, I keep waiting for them to bring Kim back, just to see how the hell they're going to work her into the storyline.
They need to wake Tony up at some point, also. Seriously, he's going to have to shoot someone, at some point.

As far as Grey's Anatomy goes? I don't know what to say at this point. Meredith's hand is on a bomb. Bailey's husband might die. Burke just told Sheppard he doesn't like him.

My head is literaly going to esplode from all this.....

Also......

F'ing Pittsburgh.

I really, really hate that town, that team, etc.

I would comment about the Super Bowl, but I think I dropped enough F-bombs during the game to cover pretty much the rest of the year. I could sit here and rant and rave about how bad the officiating was. (I mean, really, it was awful) and how it seems that the league had a vested interest in Pittsburgh winning the game. Truthfully, I found a good article on ESPN.com by Michael Smith that says it way better than I can.


On the bright side, the first Duke/Carolina clash of the season is on tonight. I won't be missing that, let me tell you.