My sister wants me to go with her to New Wave City on Saturday for her birthday. She tells me that at midnight they’ll probably do a block of Duran Duran songs, maybe lasting a whole hour! I hope I can stay awake that late. Now where’d I put that fedora?
Seen in the Chili’s parking lot today at lunch. My friend Krissy called it a Jackuar, which cracked me up, as Krissy is wont to do. But I believe the correct pronunciation requires a pseudo English accent, and enunciation of the ‘u’. Like this:
Jack-you-aaah.
That reminds me…today I spoke with a Brit on the phone and he sounded so polite and educated. This gentleman used words and phrases like brilliant, good stuff, and jolly good, and to me, it sounded just splendid. When I use the word brilliant, it’s usually to describe someone or something far from the true definition, like an idiot driver who just cut me off on the freeway in his lifted-up, stupid-ass truck that my car could drive underneath without scratching its roof and do you purposely try to look stupid? Because if so, brilliant!
I’m watching an episode of The Colbert Report on TiVo, and they just aired an ad for…
GUYS GONE WILD
Yes, ladies. It’s true. It’s payback time. Woohoo! Choose from The Big Easy, Heatstroke, and Dude, Where’s My Pants?* (Nice grammar on that last title, guys.) Hurry, get to guise gone w!ld daht com (I’m so not linking to that) and order your very own copy, each for just $19.99!
THUD (I just imagined it on the 65-inch screen.)
*In Spanish, that’s El Grande Facil, Insolación, and Hombre, Donde Estan Mis Pantalones**, but really, do you care about audio for this type of thing?
**OK, so maybe it isn’t gramatically Spanishly correct, but I really just wanted to say “Hombre, donde estan mis pantalones?”
Last night we finally finished watching the Spelling Bee. Since the kids this year were so freaking brilliant, it ran long and our fabulous Comcast DVR didn’t catch the ending. So (e) downloaded it (in HD, no less!) and we were able to watch the ending. Before watching the final night of televised Bee action, I knew the name of the winner. So I should not have been surprised when, in Round 19, Finola Hackett from Canada missed her word: weltschmerz. Chalk it up to extreme nerves. With just one other speller left to beat, Finola started the word with a “vee” instead of a “double-you.” This, after slam-dunking cachinnate, bdelloid, tutoyer, and koine. Just like me and the word choice (I spelled it C-H-O-I-S-E in our spelling bee. I’m still in therapy over that one.), Finola will never misspell the word used to describe “sadness over the evils of the world, especially as an expression of romantic pessimism.”
All was not lost for Fiona though. Katharine (Kerry) Close still had to spell her Round 19 word correctly, plus another word. Could she do it? Ok, well, yeah. I knew she could, I just wasn’t sure if this was IT. Would this be the final round?
keep reading It’s the Spelling Bee, and I’ll cry if I want to
All day today I’ve had the feeling I was forgetting someone’s birthday. I checked my Palm. Nothing. My Outlook calendar at work. Nope. I wracked my brain. Still, nothing.
But thanks to my main source of important facts, I finally found out who was born on this day. Apparently my skill for knowing useless information has diminished some. I mean, this man was a huge part of my life back in the day. My parents tried to convince me that he didn’t like girls, that I stood no chance, but I didn’t believe them. I remained faithful, hoping that one day he’d choose to be with me. So what if he wore lipstick and nail polish? What guy didn’t back then? He was a musician after all. He was just very artistic, and what better way to express his creativity than through his flamboyant ruffled shirts and pasty foundation? I still remember the way he pressed just one key on his keyboard and got so many different sounds to emit from it. I never knew how he accomplished such a feat. He was a genius in my own mind.
Oh how I loved you, Sweetie. I’m so sorry I almost missed your special day. Happy Birthday, from Mrs. Rhodes.
“What new evidence?” you ask?
I just tried to add The Scorned to my Netflix queue, and it is listed as very long wait. Damn my guilty pleasures!
In case you haven’t heard by now (it’s all over the Internets), it looks like Arrested Development is over. For good.
The show’s brilliant creator, Mitch Hurwitz, says he won’t be continuing the series. Originally, Showtime was interested in picking up the Show the FOX Forgot, but only with Hurwitz’s involvement.
Just this morning, I was discussing the lack of outstanding sitcoms on TV these days. The jokes are irritatingly predictable and the laugh tracks are ridiculous. I am one of a very few who didn’t love Raymond. Part of the charm of Arrested Development (and The Office) is the welcome absence of fake laughter. Don’t tell me when I should laugh, thankyouverymuch.
The witty writing that consistently pushed the envelope is a rarity in broadcast television, yet a staple of cable TV (HBO’s Sex and the City, Six Feet Under, and Showtime’s Queer as Folk). Many had high hopes that Showtime would extend the chronicles of the Bluth family and give Arrested Development a new home. But, it doesn’t lood good, people.
Yes, I know there are more pressing issues in our world than the fate of a television show (or mullet comebacks), but it makes me sad that shows like Hope & Faith and The War at Home continue to air and Arrested Development is, well, arrested. I’m afraid what that says about the American television-viewing public is that we are unintelligent boobs who don’t enjoy smartly written and produced comedies.