Wednesday, February 21, 2007

One Legged Woman To Embarass Self on National TV

So, I just saw an article that said that Heather Mills, the soon to be ex of Paul McCartney, is going to appear on "Dancing With The (kind of but not really) Stars"

You guys, this isn't even fair? Who approached who about this? Is she worried that she's not going to be getting enough publicity from divorcing one of the two surviving Beatles, so she called ABC? Or did ABC say "Hey, she's kinda sorta famous, and she'd probably come cheap, let's give her a call"

And, I know, I'm so going to burn for this but really, TV gods: Please please please, even though I don't watch this show, and still won't, let that leg come flying off on live television during some kind of spin, or pirouette, and give me something that will set the all time record for most watched clip in YouTube history. Please?

Monday, February 12, 2007

Shotguns, Shots, and Some other items (24 Spoiler Goodness)

Apparently, I'm too lazy to post on a regular basis, so I guess I'm going to do one of those crazy catch all type posts. This probably isn't the best timing for me to write one of these, given that it was a 2 hour 24 event tonight. However, it was amazing tonight, so we'll do that first.

Jack Bauer Official Terrorist Kill Count: 3 with 1 very cool assist.

It's actually been a while since Jack actually killed a terrorist, and this hasn't been one of the stronger seasons for shootouts and the like. After last weeks episode, which was one of those build-it-up-with-not-a-lot-happening-efforts, this weeks total throwdown of devious subplots was a welcome return to form.

Let's do the less interesting stuff first: I don't know exactly what creepy Chad Lowe and creepier Peter MacNichol are cooking up against Wayne Palmer, but if they go down the "impeach the President based on trumped up thoughts of fraility of mind", then I am going to be a tad upset. It's not really the way that I want to see things go down. Especially since we've seen this once before, WITH HIS BROTHER. Once is enough, kids, that's all I'm saying.

As for Jack's father? Okay, the fact that he was ultimately behind it all, not that surprising. The fact that he would use his own grandson as leverage against his daughter in law in order to simply cover his own backside? Awful. Yet, as they say in 24, no one is safe.

Of everyone, I feel for Morris in this one. He's not trained to withstand torture, etc. And we're not talking run of the mill electric shocking, or cutting off fingers. They f'ing drilled him with what looked like about a half inch drill bit. Into his shoulder blade. I cringed pretty hard at that, to say the least.

Now, the good stuff. Jack, running point, with a MF'ing SHOTGUN. We only get maybe two of these a season. The operations that aren't "non-lethal force" rather "mf-ing shoot and kill everybody in the joint" Let's just say we watched it 2x at Drews, and I watched that part again when I got home. It was just sweet b/c there's no artistry or finese with a shotgun, it's point, shoot, and shred some bad guy's chest all over the wall.

So, if anyone thinks the show has jumped the shark? Doubtful. I don't even feel like I covered all the pertinent points with this post. And tonight was only Episode 9 for this season. So, rest assured, some sh*t has yet to go down.

And, b/c it's later than I realized, it's also the only thing I'm going to write about tonight....

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Things I Would Sell Plasma to Witness...

Honestly, I don't think that it will come to that. Incidentally, I have interviews on Tuesday and Wednesday (different places) Keep your fingers crossed for me, seriously, you guys.

But really, if I needed any kind of a sign that things are starting to go right with the world, it's that David Lee Roth is going to be on this summer's Van Halen tour

This is especially cool for me, b/c Van Halen was the first concert I ever went to. Okay, actually, it was Van Haggar, when I was 15 or 16, and I'm sure that's not quite the same. So, really, this is about comparing the two versions, almost 15 years apart. Oh, and going to a Van Halen concert without being chapperoned by my dad.*

Let's put it this way. If Pittsburgh ends up being the closest venue for this show? I'd still go. Okay, I'm lying, I'd drive to Cincy, Toronto, or Guam preferrably.....

*Ed Note: Yes, I know, 16 seems old enough to go to a show by myself. Here's the story: We lived in Erie, the show was in Pittsburgh, and I had won 2 tickets on the radio. So, having had my license for 4 months or so, my mother wasn't about to let me drive by myself. And, as my father explained to me a couple of years ago "You probably could have handled driving back and forth with a friend, but I wasn't going to talk your mother into taking a Van Halen ticket away from me" Well played, sir.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Quick Thoughts.....

I didn't even read what Sarah had to say about the Office last night, mostly b/c I wanted to post a few unedited thoughts of my own....

Dwight, in a bra? Gew. Priceless, but stomach wrenching.

Also priceless, Michael telling Karen (who they probably dress better than any of the other women on that show) that she should invest in a dress or a skirt or something*

I actually missed Ed Helms (Andy) this week. He's so batshit crazy that it's kind of wierd not having him around, especially b/c Jim was bound to do something else ridiculous to him. Incidentally, someone asked me what happened to Andy, and I'm betting NBC.com doesn't have the video up from last week, but there was a deleted scene where Andy is in his car and says "Dunder Mifflin is sending me to management training. Well, anger management. It's supposed to take 10 weeks, but I'll be out in 5, definitely" I wish I could find it on YouTube, b/c I'm obviously not doing it justice.

Dwight telling the stripper "we paid for three hours, and we're getting it" when he tells her to answer the phone.

And the highlight/lowlight for me?

Pam: Didn't Ben Franklin have syphillis?
Ben Franklin impersonator: But I don't. (Pause) My name's Gordon

Yeah, that pretty much ruined my night. When you have a relatively unique name, and then that happens? I won't be able to introduce myself to anyone for a while with out that joke coming up. Super......

*A note on Karen. Once, Steph told me that she didn't like Karen b/c the girl that played her (Rashida Jones) was the daughter of Quincy Jones, and she went to Harvard, and sang back up on Maroon 5's first album, and was really pretty, and dating the guy that plays Jim. Her life was too perfect. I think on the Scale of Irrational Thought with 1 being "I enjoy chocolate, I think I'll have a piece" (very rational) and 10 being "Satan's minions are roaming the Earth in the form of small Asian children and they are following me around" (ie-out of your damn mind) that this scores a solid 6.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

When the Summer of George isn't Summer Anymore.

Hey, guess what? It's about 20 degrees out, so being off work isn't as much fun anymore. It's kind of hard to go sit out on your deck and have a drink when that activity would require one to bundle up and shovel the deck just for the privelege of feezing my ass of outside. So, what I'm saying is, I'm not enjoying the being out of work thing as much anymore.

Another sign that I'm not enjoying it? I'm contemplating taking the big jar on my fridge that I throw change in and marking it "March Rent". I'm guessing my landlord wouldn't appreciate being paid in a sock full of quarters though. Just my opinion.

Oh, and in referrence to Sarah's comments about my Pictionary drawings? Be careful, I might just end up going mute the next time I'm on your team, and then you won't have my seriously sick guessing abilities. I'm just saying.

Also, and this is random, but I watched the documentary Wordplay the other night, the one about the American Crossword Puzzle championships and the people that construct the puzzles and stuff. And honestly, I thought it was really interesting. So, now I've moved from Sudoku to crossword puzzles.

Between that and the change jar? I'm officially my grandfather. Someone bring me a vodka-tonic and a bowling ball. Oh wait, I already have all of those items in my apartment. Kill me now.