The Kids in the Hall are together and touring, and they'll be in town the day before my birthday. Now the challenge will be finding someone to go with me. It won't be my husband, since his response was "Uh...okay, I never really watched that show...". You have got to be kidding me! No chicken lady, no cabbage-head, no cancer boy? He doesn't even know what he's missing.
Like this:
And THIS:
My dad and I did the "head crusher" to each other for years...maybe I can get my dad to go?
So on to other things. Like the sorry state of what is considered "news" today. I know a lot of people talk about this, but I just want to point out that Martha Stewart's dog died, and it made the main page of CNN headlines. Don't get me wrong - the death of a pet is a sad, sad thing. But newsworthy? I hardly think so! It's a big world out there, full of endless journalistic possibility, and CNN's got some mass com intern typing up bits on a close to irrelevant homemaking maven's dead dog. But I guess it's what the people want. Just like Dr. Phil. Oh, wait - did the rest of the world finally wake up to the fact that the guy is an attention and fame whoring douchenozzle? It's about damn time! Which brings me to what I recently saw on the cover of one of those "entertainment" magazines: the big caption next to the photo was "Shiloh's Broken Tooth", then in smaller letters the words "Who Is Responsible?". Okay, for those who don't know who "Shiloh" is, that would be Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt's biological child (shameful that I know this, yes, I agree). The kid is like a year or so old, so I'd like to address the accusatory tone of the caption. Obviously, the editor of that rag has never had a toddler, right? Because then they'd be aware of the fact that small children just learning to walk fall down. A lot. Hence the term "toddler", due to all the toddling. Sometimes they fall flat on their little faces, and the result can be as minor as tears all the way up to bumps, brusies, and sometimes chipped teeth. I know this from experience, so the headline on the cover of that magazine just made me roll my eyes and swear a promise to myself to never buy such a waste of paper that would attempt to scandalize (and capitalize off of) such a minor little thing. Not that I generally buy the entertainment mags - the fashion magazines I occasionally read are bad enough, with their thinly veiled attempts at convincing the "average" woman that life as a self-obsessed, status-seeking, loathful harpy is the true path to happiness and success.
The other night I finished reading 'I Am Legend' (the movie, which I have not seen, is loosely based on this story and the two preceeding film adaptations). The story is actually part of a short story collection of the same name. I was a little underwhelmed. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but...
*****SPOILERS ahoy*****
...vampires? Not scary. Not even a little bit. There was a zombie story called 'Dance of the Dead' that had potential, but even it seemed to fall flat. Maybe for the era the stories were written in this stuff was cutting edge and a little terrifying, but as a fan of the horror genre who was raised on such authors as Stephen King and movies like The Thing and Poltergeist, I may have become a little jaded.
I've been watching a lot of Deadliest Catch on Discovery since they were doing a marathon to gear up to this season's premier (the show at least makes you appreciate the sacrifice and work that went into getting that insanely expensive plate of crab legs to your table all the more), and I discovered the website for the 'Northwestern'. It features Captain Sig's MySpace page, so I'm *this* close to sending an add request. Maybe I will, or maybe I won't. I haven't decided if it's lame or kind of cool. But I'm really excited that normal tv is back, and almost all of my favorite shows are airing new episodes: BSG, The Office, 30 Rock, Dirty Jobs, Deadliest Catch. The only thing missing right now is Lost.
Waaaaaaaalt!
4 comments:
This week's episode of Dirty Jobs was insane; one of the craziest things Mike has ever done, mixed with some of the most efficient and hard-working dudes in New York City.
When I started to realize how close everyone was to falling off of that building, my pants started to tingle with fear.
I'm sure you're well aware of all the hilarious clips of Mike Rowe when he worked for QVC, but in case you haven't, do a YouTube search and wonder aloud why he wasn't fired from that job. It's bliss.
The water tower thing was kind of crazy. I never even realized that's how NYC residents get their water - seems a little archaic.
I've seen the QVC clips. I used to work at the other big tv retail channel, which made them extra super hilarious to me. As long as the stuff sold, he wouldn't be fired, especially if he was under a formal contract that didn't outline a quota expectation. But I would have *loved* working with a host like him. I really should relate some of the things I saw and heard during my time working in tv. Like the host who constantly came back from the men's room with his fly open. Or the ones who didn't turn off their wireless mics in the bathrooms during breaks. Good times.
yes. and how are you?
waiting for word on the work-front?
if you like it, its cool. no question. just do it.
M - I'm updating tonight, so you'll get all the angst and latent homicidal urges you can stand. Remember bulk postcard mailings that made you want to scream and get all stabby? They're baaaaa-aaack.
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