18 posts tagged “random”
I think I got about four hours of sleep last night, so these might be interesting, and not in altogether good way, but rather a sleep-deprived, random, scattered way.
Anyway.
1. I'm watching Regis and Kelly, and they've got this 11-year-old math genius. I'm all about fostering intelligence in one's kids and encouraging advanced education, etc. That's precisely why, if I have kids, I'm going to homeschool them. (Well that, and the fact that I don't want the liberal-choked teacher's unions to warp their brains.) However, I think the parents of kids such as this 11-year-old math whiz are doing them a great disservice by not teaching them social skills. I'm not saying they should be all pop-culturally oriented or whatever. However, they should be able to carry on a freaking conversation and be able to, I don't know, emote. Seriously. This kid was a robot. Jimmy Kimmel (guest-hosting) and Kelly were being friendly and funny and asking him different questions, and he barely responded. Never cracked a smile or really even changed expression. It was kind of pathetic.
2. I watched Grey's Anatomy last night because I forgot to cancel my Season Pass and honestly, I can't believe that a couple weeks ago, I was absolutely raving about its post-strike return and yet last night was ridiculous and uneven and pandering and did I mention ridiculous? It's pretty sad when a show I used to revere for its characterization has painted normal, sweet, emotionally stable characters like Lexie and Rose as being somehow, I don't know, abnormal or, in Rose's case, almost villainous. Cristina behaved so out of character last night I almost didn't recognize her. Don't get me started on the stupid, unrealistic and insipid Callie-Hahn storyline. The writers ruined what was an awesome storyline -- and Emmy-worthy performance by Elizabeth Reaser -- when they took the Rebecca-Alex story down the ill-fated soap opera path it's on. I'm so glad Reaser is getting her own show in The Ex List next season, and am even more excited that she'll be playing Esme Cullen in Twilight come December. Steve Betz and I commiserated on the decline of Grey's recently and he made a point that I whole-heartedly agree with: the decline started as soon as the writers started trying to tell the stories of too many characters. Sloane, Callie, the despicable Hahn, even the Chief and Bailey -- they're minor, supporting characters. Frankly, I could care less about their personal lives. Perhaps Steve's best point was that Bailey was always the rock and I loved her unshakable, "at work" mentality and how she was such a stabilizing force for the interns/residents. Now that isn't the case. I don't want to see her fall apart. Anyway, I find I just don't care about this show anymore. At all. And though there are no details forthcoming, if ABC president Steve MacPherson's comments (and the analysis of those comments) are to be believed, Shonda's planning some drastically different directions for the show next season that nobody is all that enthused about. I'm glad to be getting off the train before it derails.
3. The Office finale was probably the best episode of its season, and maybe the best since "Casino Night." I loved it and didn't even notice that it was an hour -- and I'm one of those who believe super-sized episodes are too much of a good thing. The cold open was HILARIOUS, and my obsession love for Jim Halpert (and John Krasinski) has been heightened. If that is possible. (Is cloning really so immoral if it's used for good -- namely so that Cori and I can both have him?) I wasn't spoiled, but I figured that Jim and Pam wouldn't get engaged, only because we knew it was coming, and so how would it be a surprise or somehow shocking if it happened in the finale? I am so glad the writers have fixed Pam because as I've said before, my love for her has returned to Season 1 and 2 levels and I'm happy to forget Season 3 Pam. Also, how great is Amy Ryan as the very Michael-like Holly? I look forward to seeing more of her next season.
4. The penultimate episode of Bones was beyond awesome. Best this season, and that's saying a lot, because Bones is one of those shows that -- almost non-traditionally -- has gotten better with each season. I am regularly amazed at how frakking funny David Boreanaz is. His comic timing is unbelievable. And it goes without saying that his chemistry with Emily Deschanel is fantastic. I am so excited that John Francis Daley has been brought on as a regular cast member instead of just recurring. It's so weird to see him all grown up after watching him as the tiny, adorable Sam Weir on Freaks and Geeks, and I now have a ginormous crush on him. He's so very Acronym-y.
5. The first part of the House finale -- "House's Head" -- was phenomenal. As with Bones, best this season, even topping the awesome post-Super Bowl episode. Hugh Laurie is bound to get yet another Golden Globe and Emmy nomination for this performance alone, and gee, maybe he'll even win the Emmy this time. It's long past due. The man is brilliant. Also, as an unimportant aside, I can never call Thirteen by her real name. The first and last names don't go together. At all. And her first name is...weird. So yeah. Thirteen it is.
6. No, I haven't watched the first part of Lost's three-part finale, because there's just the little matter of the four previous episodes I still have to watch. And I know, as always, I'm setting myself up to be spoiled -- and I already know a couple of things -- but I'm looking forward to diving face-first into, like, five (what better be) spectacular hours of the best show on television.
7. If you didn't see my previous post, you must check out the bits of Fringe and Dollhouse that have leaked. They both look awesome -- especially Fringe -- and I expect Fringe alone to replace a woefully derailed Heroes as the sci-fi cult show of the moment. It could possibly reach Lost heights.
8. And because I wouldn't be my obsessive self without a mention, I thought I'd post a yummy Edward Cullen picture. Because last night in my four hours of sleep, I dreamed that he turned me into a vampire. It was...lovely, and I definitely didn't want to wake up. Would that any boy (especially one this dreamy) look at me like this...
I am going to attempt a quasi-personal post, but my ability to blog has so diminished -- seriously, I used to blog fairly well and now I can barely come up with an adequate review -- so I can't promise how interesting it'll be.
Downloaded: Everything in Transit by Jack's Mannequin and Narrow Stairs by Death Cab for Cutie. I will always be indebted to Seth Cohen for introducing me to Death Cab. I heart them. And Seth Cohen. And Adam Brody, for that matter.
Finally: Achieved the correct dark brown shade for my hair. After, like, three tries.
New shape: To my eyebrows. I do not enjoy waxing and can't imagine how people have it done to other parts of their bodies. Especially...certain parts.
Newly obsessed: With Top Chef and am happy that I somehow get Bravo (even though I'm not supposed to) and that Bravo was running Top Chef marathon all day long.
Adoption: Process at the Boston Terrier rescue in Houston has begun and I expect to have a dog by the end of the month, or the first part of June at the latest.
Perfected: My 1170-calorie diet and may be the first person I know who actually lost weight on vacation. I'm currently in between sizes, which is annoying, but a good type of annoying.
Disney: Was fun but I'm glad I'm home.
Bored: To tears. By my own post. So I'll be returning to my regularly scheduled pop culture blogging.
1. If I don't blog for a few days, it quite possibly is because I have keeled over dead from inhaling the fumes produced by accidentally mixing bleach with vinegar.
2. After working all day since I'll be moving Monday, and then coming home to pack some more, I am highly unmotivated to wear anything but jeans and a t-shirt to the movies, and Elizabeth should count herself lucky that I even bothered to shower.
3. I have also been unmotivated to switch the channel from Nickelodeon and have discovered two things: iCarly is amusing; Sponge Bob is not.
4. I bought Milanos (chocolate), towels (paper) and a brush (toilet) at Walgreen's today.
5. I'm going to see 21 in about 45 minutes and am looking forward to it, although I don't think Anorexic Kate Bosworth is as pretty as Blue Crush Kate Bosworth.
A while back Last week (I have no concept of time) I posted about how I was trying to streamline my budget so I'd have lots of extra money to waste on other stuff. Like Target. And my dog.
So naturally I didn't think twice barely thought twice about getting rid of my digital cable/phone/internet package and just keep basic cable and wireless internet (I have a wireless adapter for my TiVo). Everything I normally watch is on the regular networks and my parents will either record Burn Notice and The Closer this summer or I'll download the episodes through my TiVo or online.
No big deal, right?
Um, wrong.
Tonight is the premiere of The Hills and guess who doesn't have MTV?
I am irritated.
And yes, I watch The Hills, and no, I'm not ashamed of that fact.
Nor am I ashamed of the facts that I also watch FOX news, listen to Laura, Rush and Sean eight hours a day, read political commentary galore, think Barack Obama is nothing but a bumper sticker who can regurgitate a speech well, and I am quite intelligent and confident in my ability to voice my own opinions.
OH. And as a retort to some random person featured on the Culture page? I drive a car, shower twice a day, and shop at Target WITH NO GUILT WHATSOEVER.
So there.
A few weeks ago I canceled my Facebook account. At the time, the main reason I did it was because I needed to be less accessible (for reasons a couple of you know) and I'm related to half of my neighborhood/friends list/whatever.
Recently I thought about re-establishing it, because apparently all you need to do is log in again and everything's like it was before, but at the time I canceled FB, I also set up a new email address and deleted the old one. The one that I used to set up FB. The one that FB sends the link to reactivate the account.
Oh well. While I liked SuperPoke! and Oregon Trail and random other applications, I find I don't miss it much, except for maybe Scrabulous. I found I was online way too much as it was. Plus I was never crazy about the lack of anonymity.
I probably won't be back, ever, but I did find the Scrabulous website, where you can still play. Woohoo.
So yeah. My FB has gone the way of my MySpace, LiveJournal and BlogSpot.
I think I'll stick with Vox, especially now that it's organized the way I like it. I've cleaned up my profile, changed the design, tagline, and sidebars, and I've finally gotten my neighborhood and permissions structured.
Who knew you could be anal about your blog?
It occurs to me I haven't written about last night's Heroes yet.
It also occurs to me that I haven't, er, watched last night's Heroes yet.
I need to get right on that.
I originally had plans to stay in tonight -- which is such a drastic departure from my normal routine -- and watch Heroes, Bones, and House. And then the lovely, stupendous, fabulous Sarah called to see if I wanted to come over.
Since I never turn down an invitation from her, hoping that one day her awesomeness will somehow seep into my unawesomeness, I said yes and headed over. I didn't even put shoes on. Well, I mean, I carried them in my hand. Sometimes I'm brazen like that.
So I drove the 0.3648 miles to her house and picked her and her sister Kate up and we went to Little Caesar's for pizza and crazy bread. Yummmmm. Then we practiced our song, "Rush," and "Out of the Blue" some more, and Sarah also rocked "I Will Always Love You" and "Tears On My Guitar." Plus she's learning "When You're Gone" by Avril.
AND? Are you ready for this?
I learned FOUR MORE CHORDS, bringing my repertoire up to a whopping six. I already knew Am and E; now I know Am, E, Em, F, C, and G.
I might have to ultimately sacrifice full use of my left pointer finger, but hey, I'm a musician. That's how we roll.
(And no, I did not manage to get through that sentence straight-faced.)
On another note (sorry, couldn't resist), I love singing with Sarah. I've missed singing with someone other than myself in the concert venue that is my cramped shower.
I have just restarted "Only One" by Yellowcard for the fifth consecutive time and am playing it as loud as I can possibly get away with before someone comes back to inquire as to why his (or her) ears are bleeding.
I've been tucked away in my miniature office since 9:30 this morning and I still have four and half hours to go.
Jen's Can-You-Stand-It Exciting Day
Agenda: Various boring administrative tasks guaranteed to render the average person instantly unconscious.
Lunch: Grilled chicken caesar wrap, coleslaw, Diet Coke
Playlist: Lots of Yellowcard, Simple Plan, All-American Rejects, and as much Dashboard Confessional as I can tolerate before I want to curl up into a ball under my covers for the next 12 days.
What I'm supposed to do after work: Clean my apartment, finally deflate the air mattress that's been dominating my living room since last weekend, and laundry.
What I'm probably going to do after work: Put on PJ pants and a three-sizes-too-big, stretched-out t-shirt, ignore the phone and the computer, curl up in my chair with a pillow and watch a courtesy-of-TiVo marathon of Newport Harbor.
Yeah.
Sometimes when it gets busy during lunch -- especially if they're short-handed -- the managers will call me up to work a register for an hour or so. I usually don't mind because by that time I'm going crazy from being shut away in a shoebox-sized office for eight hours a day.
So this guy comes up to order. He was cute. Like, really cute. And he had nice arms. The sleeve of his very nice green-striped (not that I was paying any attention) Polo shirt hit right in the middle of his very-defined-but-not-steroid-enhanced bicep. And he had on a white shirt underneath and jeans faded just the right amount. Um. Again. Not that I was paying any attention or anything.
I take his order and he asks for a strawberry milkshake. Now I abhor making milkshakes because I usually end up with stuff sprayed all over me when I try to use the spinner thingie. But I volunteered to make Cute Boy's. And I put extra whipped cream and an extra cherry, too.
So I go to hand him the milkshake and he smiles and says, "Thanks, Mama."
Um.
What now?
I wasn't just hearing things, either, 'cause the girl behind me turns around and is like, "Did he just call you 'mama?'"
Later as he was leaving, he came up to get a refill on the Coke and said everything was great, especially the milkshake, and then told me not to work too hard.
I smiled and told him to have a nice day.
Instead of asking him to be the father of my yet-to-be-born children.
I thought I showed considerable restraint.
