Friday, September 16, 2005

the wee hours

Welcome Back, Survivor

Aw, I’ve missed you, Stephenie.  Welcome back to my tv screen.  Bobby Jon, I could do without your eyes rolling back in your head.  Scary, man.  Margaret, the nurse practitioner…my new favorite Survivor.  While all of the guys were barfing (and by the way, CBS, stop it!  No more vomit shots), Margaret looked like maybe she’d taken a strenuous walk around the block and then had to come home and take care of the kids.  Tonight’s episode of Survivor was finally the one where I said to myself, “Uh, no, can’t be on Survivor.”  It was one of my favorite first episodes because I could put some names to faces - Steph, Bobby Jon, Margaret, Gary Hogeboom, Rafe (wilderness guide - whodathunk?), etc.  And whoooo, monkeys, spiders and quicksandy mud, oh my.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

late afternoon

Blech

Blech, feel like crap today.  It’s the week out of the month that I wish to be male.  Look, Mr/Mrs Ruler of the Universe, I’m not going to have kids.  Must I suffer for this anyway?  Is that necessary?  There is no medication or heating pad or anything that fixes it.

But I’m not ready for the new tv season to start.  Gah!  Okay, yes, I’m sorta ready for Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, Lost and Nip/Tuck, but give me some extra months for new shows.  I don’t have enough time to watch what I want, so I guess I’ll give a shot to Everybody Hates Chris, Bones (even though I’m unhappy that they’re changing the lead character from French Canadian oui oui, to working out of D.C. zzzz), I loved the Kathy Reichs books, so they’ll get one shot at me.  Plus, I’ll watch the Alyson Hannigan/Doogie Howser show once.  Otherwise, I’m pretty happy with my current playlist.  Survivor, The Amazing Race (those kids had better not ruin it!), Lost, Gilmore Girls, Weeds, Veronica Mars, Nip/Tuck, and Arrested Development.  But ack, too much tv and not enough time, that’s even using a TiVo.  I guess I should count in playing one fantasy baseball league (being creamed by my brother), two fantasy football leagues (first week, so far so good) and a fantasy hockey league, where I’m picking up Tie Domi (or Voldemort) even if he does get some penalty points.

Okay, back to the heating pad.  Oh, and ESL Nancy, I have an email I’ve been mulling in my head for the past week or so for you.  Have you read Irshad Manji’s book?  Give me a couple of days to become myself again.

Monday, August 22, 2005

evening

Being Bobby Brown?

Why would anyone want to be Bobby Brown?  You’d be loud, annoying, drunk, and haggard and be married to loud, annoying, drugged(?) and haggard.  The Atlanta house, very very nice.  The Porsche Cayenne, very very nice.  The rest of it - loud, annoying, gross and never funny.  I can’t believe I wasted my time watching this trainwreck.  But, oh, I did.  I feel dirty, but I just had to see it all with my own two eyes.  This week is the finale where apparently we get to look forward to clips of previous shows where Bobby & Whitney were loud & annoying.  Next, on a very special episode of “Being Bobby Brown”.

I’m still loving Rockstar: INXS.  I’m going to be so disappointed when it’s over.  Same with So You Think You Can Dance?  I just love that breakdancing guy with the spiky hair, Ryan.  He doesn’t have any formal training, yet he rocked the Jive.

Wow, this whole entry is so high-brow.  Wanna hear about the big abscessed bite on Derek’s butt?  That should be right in step with my reality tv watching.  Actually, keep an eye on Leigh-Ann’s blog.  She just took the grossest picture of the wound.  Blech.  I almost couldn’t eat my Hershey’s Milk Chocolate w/ Macadamia Nuts & Toasted Coconut.  Yeah, it was that bad. (update - the permalink to Leigh-Ann’s Derek entry)

Oh wait, one more thing that I’ve been watching a lot - the Little League World Series.  Seriously, watch some of the games on ESPN this week.  The kids are great.  I’m not even watching because one kid has a hot mom.  That’s just a bonus.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

late evening

Yooooge (as Reege would say) Headache

And yeah, I’m not even talking about the car dealer today.  Just a headache that’s lasted alllllll day.  You know, I’d rather be fresh alllll day.  Okay, I was, but I still have a headache.  Not enough sleep, I guess.  Frankie was kind of a pain in the ass last night.  I turned out the light and then Frank decided it was time to clean every inch of his body with his very rough and loud tongue.  Right in my ear.  Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, police cars or ambulances or something were zooming down the street at around 3:38 am, not that I was checking the exact time or anything.  Oh wait, then again at 3:42 am.  I wonder what goes on down that way all the time.  Whenever I hear sirens, they’re always going way past us.  I mean, that’s good, but really, what are they doing down there?  They’re all brand new houses (less than four years old) and expensive, so it’s probably not meth labs exploding or anything.

Speaking of meth labs, or rather meth users.  This new Oregon law requiring a prescription for cold meds—oh please, we all have to pay for a doctor’s visit and wait for a prescription to be filled because of drug addicts?  How about we just give them all the free meth they want, as long as they’re locked up in their own area of town?  They can use as much as they want.  I am NOT going to a doctor to get a prescription for sinus problems.  My insurance sucks, doctors don’t need the extra tedium of seeing people with sinus problems and I am not going to end up paying $50+ for a $5 or less box of sinus pills because some idiot wants to cook up meth.  I read that half the meth comes from outside the country anyway.  So, it’s going to inconvenience (and cost) law-abiding citizens and the meth users are going to get their drugs anyway. 

In the Las Vegas Review-Journal today, the words of wisdom of a woman whose daughter was killed by a woman who was going almost twice the speed limit and had marijuana and METH in her system - “It hurts people”, referring to the marijuana.  Yes, I feel sorry for anyone whose child is killed, but she wasn’t killed by pot.  She was killed by a woman who was speeding and driving under the influence.  Every single day here in Las Vegas someone is killed by a drunk driver, it seems.  Where are the “alcohol hurts people” statements?  You know what hurts people, idiots driving under the influence of anything.  I’m tired of the marijuana demon crap.  No one has ever died from smoking it.  Pot smokers don’t suddenly turn into raging monsters and beat their spouses.  They mostly sit on their couches and eat ice-cream and potato chips.  Some of them use it to control pain, which of course, is a terrible terrible thing.  People should have to use artificial crap made in labs and pay $20/pill for pain relief, not get that stuff that someone could grow by throwing some seeds into some fertile land.  Heh, that land would not be our back yard though.  We have to hire strong men with big machines to dig holes in our cement-like yard to plant anything.

What is the above rant about?  My new favorite show “Weeds”?  My headaches?  My cranky mood?  The fact that JD is still on Rockstar: INXS?  The stupid letters to the editor today about protecting their innocent little children from an article in the newspaper about gay clubs?  Seriously, whose small children read the paper?  And if they DO read the paper, they’re also reading stuff online.  Hello, gay people exist.  Some of them occasionally go out to clubs.  Here are the stupid letters: Alternative lifestyles To the editor: I am disgusted with Monday’s Living section. To open the newspaper and be assaulted with pictures of people dancing in alternative-lifestyle establishments was indeed disturbing (“Night moves”). Being the parent of children who enjoy reading the newspaper as I do, I am even more concerned because of this content in the newspaper. Alternative lifestyles do exist, but why do they have to be advertised in such a way as to expose families and children to them? The pictures that accompanied this article were very offensive, and in my opinion, such an article should never have been included in the newspaper. Include it in some other magazine or newspaper so young children are not exposed to such garbage. D. Neuman LAS VEGAS Offensive photographs To the editor: I was the first one to open the newspaper Monday morning. Thank God my school-age daughter was not. Why was the feature story on the front page of the Living section plastered with a story about gay entertainment—with pictures? It’s horrible enough to see the ads on nearly every corner of Las Vegas. Why would someone give permission to have this printed in a family newspaper? Why do they feel this would be news that this entire town would want to see? To those who are in charge of the Review-Journal: Shame on you! Kristen Howard NORTH LAS VEGAS

What the heck are these people afraid of?  Are gay boogeymen going to lure their children into a gay club?  People, if your kids are gay, they’re going to find the clubs anyway.  If they’re not, they don’t care.  Also, the ads are NOT on every corner of Las Vegas.  In fact, there are very very few ads for gay clubs anywhere.  It’s pretty much hidden in the gay ghetto off of Paradise/Trop.  I’m so tired of the right-wing whiners.  Not every article in the newspaper is for YOU.  If you don’t like what’s happening in Vegas;  if it’s too much for your little heart to handle, then MOVE.  Move your coddled children to Alabama or Texas.  If you’re going to have children in Las Vegas, you’d better be able to be a grownup and handle questions about all of the free booze, the gambling, the strip clubs and the ads for straight clubs that practically have women licking each other…because that’s what YOUR straight husbands want to see.  My complaint about the article - the women weren’t better looking.  If I’m gonna look at lesbians in the paper, I want them all to look like Portia de Rossi.  You don’t want your children to see gay people…I want them to see HOT gay people.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

late at night

Day 4 of Birthweek Recovers - Phew!

The day started out fine, then progressed to really awful, then to pretty darned good.  It doesn’t hurt to end your day with two entertaining tv shows.  “So You Think You Can Dance” - hey, they really can dance!  Ballroom Bitch is still a bitch (yeah, hairstyles are really scary, lady), but Mia Michaels has redeemed herself.  Plus, another fine episode of Rockstar: INXS.  This show is so much better than American Idol.  They’re all talented, more or less.  Mostly, they seem to have decent attitudes.  The show doesn’t play the same scenes over and over again as filler.  Each person only sings their song once, then if they’ve done really well, the band will pick one person to sing again as an encore on elimination night.  Even elimination night is great.  Instead of the boring yammering and trickiness (and meanness) of AI, the bottom three sing INXS songs, which are almost always really good.  Well, except when Brandon sings.

This is a message to someone out there who is trying (and succeeding!) to lose weight and is frustrated.  You’ve done a GREAT job.  Seriously, you look great.  Yes, it’s hard (ugh, believe me, I know…and need to know again), but don’t let anything stop you from getting to your goal.  Definitely don’t let it be a twit with a tape measure.  Be my inspiration to get started again.