Darren McGavin, the father in A Christmas Story has died at age 83.
As if we need more proof that the members of our government are corrupt.
I know I'm a little late, but what are you gonna do? The top 12 is going to be Mandisa, Kellie, Ayla, Paris, Katharine, Lisa, Taylor, Ace, Chris, Elliot, Bucky or Sway, depending who royally screws up in the next 2 weeks, and one of the jailbait group, hopefully Will. I've found myself being very meh about the girls and liking the guys, which means I'm playing into Idol's machinations, which makes me want to cry. Here are my updated thoughts.
John Krasinski and Rainn Wilson on Ellen. Hilarious dance-off at the end.
I've been absent because I have a nice little stomach virus. It started Monday evening and is still going strong today. The awesome part is that I had taken vacation days Tuesday and yesterday, so that was an awesome way to spend them!! Since lunch Monday, all I've eaten that I've kept down is 3 bowls of Jell-O and some Ginger Ale, so I'm understandably weak. It's hard for me to sit, much less stand up and walk around. I feel bad calling in sick today because someone will have to work my evening for me, but I don't think it would look good to have me sitting at the front desk with my bucket in hand.
Office fans should check out the video on this website (the link is in the list on the right towards the bottom) for a very funny interview with the cast. It appears to be from before the show aired.
That title needs to be read in a Peter Griffin voice.
The Smoking Gun's headline for their story about Dick Cheney is "See Dick? Run!"
I can't resist these things. I stole this from Caroline.
The snow is gorgeous, but I'm so sore from all that damn shoveling. I used muscles yesterday that I haven't used in a looong time. I pulled another Angela yesterday. Chris and I went to get dinner and when I went to pull forward to back into my parking spot I got stuck in the snow since they only plowed one strip of our parking area. I told Chris that that was unacceptable. We also didn't get our paper yesterday (the Sunday paper is the best part of Sunday), which was also unacceptable, but I didn't voice that to anyone, so I don't know if that counts. My knitting class was cancelled and I'm really disappointed because I think I'm ready to make a scarf, but I don't know how to cast off.
...and I just can't hide it. I got my tax return today which totally negates the fact that I got about 5 seconds of sleep the past 2 nights and that I was doubled over in pain this morning from cramps.
Britney Spears photographed driving with her four-month-old son IN HER LAP. Apparently she was trying to protect him after a "horrifying, frightening encounter" with the paparazzi. Not to be insensitive, but I think it would be more horrifying and frightening to fly through the windshield.
I've often tried to explain to people why I can't stand Oprah Winfrey, but I'm not able to do it in an eloquent, intelligent manner. This person said what I've wanted to say, but was unable.
"Winfrey’s entire life is an exercise in self-aggrandizement, from the TV show which tells us what to read and how to live to her eponymous magazine, every issue of which features her smug countenance on its cover. More than just another insufferable Hollywood egotist, Oprah is something more akin to a housewife messiah, providing false hope and faux spirituality for experience-deprived worshippers. Everything she does is strategically designed to draw more praise, more devotees, and of course more money. Recently had celebrated poet Maya Angelou on her program to promote her new poem, which Oprah read for the audience as if she wrote it herself, as she seems to actually believe.
Exhibit A: Dr. Phil.
Sentence: Crushed by self-commissioned 40-story platinum Oprah statue."
*Chandler Bing voice* Could the auditions be any more boring? *CBV* The "Hollywood" rounds start tonight, thank god. I like "Hollywood" because the horrible people are weeded out, people crack under pressure (I'm evil), and we get a glimpse into people's personalities. I'm not making any definite picks now because we've only seen like, 3 people out of 100-some who got through. We didn't see Bo till Hollywood last year. So far I like the Jay Leno-looking dude, Paris with the Grammy-winning grandmother, Chris with the bad facial hair, that Kellie girl whose dad is in jail, and that little cowboy dude. The people I want to punch in the face are Ace, the girl who got a full scholarship to Boston College whose dad is a (state) senator and whose mom is a "TV personality," and the hot twin girl who got through last night. I didn't hate the twin last night, but this morning someone posted this from Maxim. This link isn't 100% work-safe as the girls are hanging all over each other in various states of undress. Creepy! I don't have siblings, but if I did, I can't imagine I'd want to be hugging them while wearing an open baseball jersey, a thong, and nothing else. But what do I know? Also, they were on Fear Factor, so they are double fame whores. I actually want the Gwar guy to win, just to make things interesting, but alas, he didn't make it to the next round.
Yesterday I went to a knitting class with some old coworkers. In 2 hours I got about 2 square inches done. So much for giving everyone hand-knitted tea cozies for Christmas this year! I had all these dreams of making sweaters, socks, blankets... So far what I have been able to do is an 8-inch by 3-inch piece of something with dropped stitches all over the place. Chris said that I finally took the last step towards becoming an old biddy. Someday I will raise my own sheep on corn that I grow myself (is that what sheep eat?) and then shear them, spin their wool into yarn, and make sweaters.
Last night I watched Four Rooms -- not recommended.
I was found the coolest thing in the world! It's Pandora.com, and you enter a band you like and they play songs by artists that are similar. Like a radio, but better. You can get a technical explanation of why they are playing a certain song. For example, when I picked Depeche Mode, they played Tainted Love by Soft Cell, and the reason they give is that "it features synth rock arranging, a subtle use of vocal harmony, mild rhythmic syncopation, a vocal-centric aesthetic and synthetic sonority." Launch and Netscape radio don't give you nearly as cool an explanation as that. And as I'm typing this they just started playing "You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)" by Dead or Alive, so I am now in love with them.
Readers are filing a class action lawsuit against James Frey. They claim "the book was a waste of time and they should be reimbursed for the cost of the tome and the hours they spent reading it...In another suit, a New York social worker complained she had recommended the book to people with substance abuse and legal problems."