The Office PSAs
If you liked the Office PSAs you saw last night, check here for all of them. So far, my personal favorite is Jim's jellybeans one.
If you liked the Office PSAs you saw last night, check here for all of them. So far, my personal favorite is Jim's jellybeans one.
Tagged by March. 6 weird things/habits about myself.
Yesterday I was paging through Entertainment Weekly and I came across an ad for Depeche Mode's current tour, Touring the Angel. They're playing Atlantic City, NJ on May 20th, and since that's the day after my birthday, it's a sign that I MUST go. There are 2 things I want to do before I die: Go to a DM concert and go to London. So I go to Ticketmaster to see how much tickets are. Reserved riser seats: $125; floor, all standing: $105. WTF!? I think not! Not only do I not have that much money to spend on 2-3 hours of entertainment (not counting gas, parking, hotel room, etc.), I REFUSE to pay that much money to see a band. They're playing at a much cheaper venue in Virginia on the 21st, but that's too far to drive. I'll just hedge my bets that they make another album and come within 2 hours and go to a not ridiculously expensive venue.
Wow, last night was a hot mess. I didn't recognize about half of those songs. Color me underwhelmed.
Dedication Honors Nude Britney Spears Giving Birth. Chris sent me this link that he posted on his Myspace blog. Apparently the fact that Britney and Kevin procreated is a cause for celebration amongst pro-lifers. I'm sorry, I won't offend all pro-lifers. Apparently it's a cause for celebration amongst crazily insane pro-lifers.
Yesterday I watched 2 movies: Rent and Failure to Launch. I had seen the stage production of Rent with Constantine Maroulis (sorry, but I have to mention that every time I mention that I saw Rent) about 3 years ago. I liked it well enough, but I was a little confused (mostly because the sound quality wasn't too good at the theater and I couldn't hear the lyrics well) and it's hard for me to sit still in an uncomfortable theater seat for 2 hours and 40 minutes. I thought the movie was really good though. I can understand how Rentheads wouldn't like it, but it was fine for a casual viewer like me, someone who didn't notice and doesn't care that a song or two was cut out. The only quibble I had with the movie was that there was a scene with Roger on a cliff in the desert of Santa Fe complete with panning, rotating cameras which was tres cheesy. But other than that, I like the music, and I loved almost everyone's voice. It also cleared up some things that I didn't understand from the play. Very well done.
This was Paula's response when asked if she's ever tempted to rip into contestants:
"We're the Mario Brothers and plumbing's our game/We're not like the others who get all the fame."
Funniest moment of watching AI last night: Rusty and I are talking and Rusty's dad says in a perfect sarcastic tone, "Please! I'm trying to watch."
Yesterday while I was home sick I watched a marathon of Animal Cops, or whatever that show is called. It made me so depressed and I totally want to be a doggie foster parent. What can be more rewarding than taking in a dog that was abandoned and taking care of him till he's well enough to be adopted? Knowing me, I'd get too attached to all of them and end up keeping them all and then my house would reek. Well, actually, knowing me, the reeking part wouldn't happen because I clean obsessively, but the keeping part would. I've never had a dog because my parents thought they were messy and that I wouldn't take the time to walk it and take it out to pee. As an adult I've never lived anywhere where you're allowed to have pets, but as soon as I do, I'm getting a beagle. Chris says we're not getting one, but he's sorely mistaken. I leave you with pictures that make me, an even-keeled, non-excitable person, want to go eeeeeee!!! and hug my computer screen.
I hate 50s music. Constantine, take your ass chin and go away. Is it now obligatory that he eye fuck the camera every season? Ryan Cabrera was even like, "I'm not with this douchebag."
I'm home sick today. Wonderful. Last night I didn't go to Rita's. My parents took us out to dinner, and by the time we were done eating I was so chilled that I just wanted to get home and take a bath. I used up all the hot water.
*Happy Spring, everyone! Don't forget to go to Rita's for your free ice today. I'm glad spring is here, but I feel like ass. I have the chills/burning eyes/painful throat/muscle aches of an impending cold. Those are more like flu symptoms, but I've never had the flu, and I'm not about to start now. This is extremely rare for me to be sick within a month of when I was sick before, but after that, I can handle any infirmary.
In this post I discuss turtles, St. Patrick's Day, nasty food, Chuck Norris, fat women in bikinis, and creation by spaghetti.
*Don't waste your time reading this if you don't care about AI. Dim, that includes you, but Not Dim can read it.*
...the book you're reading turns out to be gay incest pornography? I wrote earlier that I was plodding through The Chimney Sweeper's Boy by Barbara Vine, the pseudonym of the author Ruth Rendall. This book was touted as a psychological thriller and a mystery. It was neither. Patricia Cornwell, who wrote a good Jack the Ripper book that I own, said that Ms. Vine is "unequivocally the most brilliant mystery novelist of our times." I just couldn't get into it. I saw the ending coming from a mile away. Most people on Amazon seemed to enjoy this book, but I thought the plot dragged and I really didn't care about any of the characters; in fact, I found them to be loathsome. I only finished it out of my own stubbornness. Don't waste your time.
I had something to write about that didn't pertain to American Idol, but now I forget what it was.
I posted earlier about the X-Treme White bread at my grocery store. I was able to show it to Chris in person, but you all will have to cope with just pictures. *Caution* These pictures may cause vertigo and/or heart palpatations. Please do not view if you are pregnant, nursing, have a heart condition, high blood pressure, or an affliction of the central nervous system.
I subscribed to myspace to see Jenna Fischer's pictures, but I never did my profile. One of my old friends came over the other night, and she's on it, so she inspired me to update mine. Here it is. So, if you are on myspace, add me as a friend because I'm a loser and I only have 3 friends. One of them is Jenna though, so that's cool.
Dear American Idol:
Kevin Covais - That was pretty bad. I won't be surprised if he goes home.
Paris Bennett - Is jeans under dresses what the kiddos are wearing today? If so, why? And "Conga?" Really? Does anyone other than Gloria Estefan actually like that song?
*Disclaimer: I'm in a really bad mood.
Apparently my blogger buddies who stay up later than I do had some of the same thoughts that I did. I wanted to tell Rusty that Luke Wilson did indeed look bloated and that Owen Wilson's voice is annoying as hell. I agree with Dim that there were way too many montages. I thought Jon Stewart was funny, although he seemed a little nervous. This year was unusual for me in that I've seen a bunch of the movies that were nominated for different things (Walk the Line, Crash, March of the Penguins, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe). I haven't seen any of the other best picture nominees, but I thought Crash was good but sort of hokey. Not really Oscar material in my opinion.
I am very ready for the weekend. It has been one of those weeks.
Yay! Bob Ice was in the audience and so was Ace's brother. I think the best moment of the night for me was when I switched over to NBC during commercials and saw a commercial for ER where someone was holding a gun to John Carter. But if he's going to be killed you know it has to be by an errant helicopter. Anyway, on to the relevant stuff:
If I showed up to work drunk like Paula was last night, I'd be fired. Just sayin'... This week's theme is...Dreck!
Paris Bennett - Wind Beneath My Wings?! What is this, 1992? Well, maybe it is since last week they told Chris he was being current by singing "Dead or Alive." If you're going to do a song from Beaches, do Otto Titsling.
Ayla Brown - I loathe Celine Dion, and I actually thought Ayla sounded better than she does. I still don't like her though.
Heather Cox - Oh, honey. Don't embarrass yourself by trying to sing Mariah. And I don't even really like Mariah.*
Brenna Gethers - Ouch. Buh-bye!
Mandisa Hundley - Awesome, although I hate Faith Hill.
Melissa McGhee - Meh.
Katharine McPhee - I couldn't hear her since there was stuff going on in the other room.
Kellie Pickler - I like calamari and spinach salad, bitch. I find it really hard to believe you've never seen a dog wearing clothes. You suck; go away.
Kinnik Sky - I didn't see her, but Gretchen Wilson? At least she didn't do Redneck Woman.
Lisa Tucker - It doesn't look good on you that I think a 5-year-old Michael Jackson sings Who's Loving You with more emotion than you did.
*Here is proof that Mariah Carey in on crack, as if anyone needed any. Not 100% work safe.