First, I need to say I've found something retarded on MTV (I know......that's redundant but bear with me). It's a show called Video Mods. It's basically music videos that have been redone by whatever the fuck a mod is........something that makes video game graphics. So it's just video game charachters doing music videos. It's soo gay right now b/c they are doing a New Found Glory song. Gay.....just gay.
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Here's why music sucks:
You have a song that moves you. Something you sing over and over and seems to define your life. You desparately want to share this song with others. However, no one is around. You are alone.
No one likes the music you like. You may listen to music when someone else is in your car, but it has to be neutral music or something in the background. The reason is that humans for some reason feel the need to talk. People can't be quiet. Therefore, it's impossible for two people to sit in a car and listen to music. There has to be conversation. If you turn up the knob and go "man, I just love this song" it usually goes ignored and you continue talking.
Pop music sucks b/c when you are in a public place—I'm going to use a bowling alley as an example—and a song comes on. Someone likes it....and wants to prove this fact. If this is a girl, she will usually dance and sing the song loudly. "Hey, I know this song....hear me singing it?" If it's a guy, he will usually go "Aww, yeah!" and may sing along to prove he knows it as well. Retarded people act retarded in a public place when retarded music is playing.
Rap/hip hop sucks.
I guess your high school years are the definitive music-buying years. That's also when you listen to music that is totally retarded and only indicative of the times. Nothing of any real meaning. And the worst part of all: parents just don't understand.
Monday, November 29, 2004
Ain't No Party Like A Holy Ghost Party 'Cause A Holy Ghost Party Don't Stop
Thanks to listening to the Prairie Home Companion I can appreciate how beautiful some hymns are. Well, I think hyms are much better when put into a folk/fringe of bluegrass type melody with a female lead. Just choirs and dudes don't do it for me.
On an entirely related and similar note, I enjoyed the bits of Queer Eye I got to see over the Thanksgiving holidays. The show has been in hiatus, and I had forgotten how much I loved watching it. I really need the Fab Five.
I almost bought all 5 books of the innacurately named Hitchhiker's Trilogy for $7.50 a pop from the Sci-Fi section. Don't get me wrong, it would have been worth it, but after browsing the Fiction section, I found a 6-volume Ulitmate Guide for only $14. Whew. And dammit....it's hard to put down but I have soooo much work I have no free time and I actually have like 10 books I bought last summer that I still haven't even cracked and I never finished the 3rd level of the Ninja Turtles game and I'm almost through FF-X for my 2nd time but I bought The Third Age and am only in the plains of Rohan and people have ordered even more copies of games at the station so I'm working weekends now and I still have a few DVDs I haven't got to watch yet and I really want to go see movies in the theater but I ......well I guess I just don't. And it's all my fault b/c I try to do too much.
And I really want to move to Bruce but I just got my first bill for my student loans.
It's gonna be a fun year.
I think I have some kind of a foot fungus or something b/c my feet have started to smell. Really bad, too.....after a day of being in my shoes. It's not cool at all.
It's gonna be a fun year.
On an entirely related and similar note, I enjoyed the bits of Queer Eye I got to see over the Thanksgiving holidays. The show has been in hiatus, and I had forgotten how much I loved watching it. I really need the Fab Five.
I almost bought all 5 books of the innacurately named Hitchhiker's Trilogy for $7.50 a pop from the Sci-Fi section. Don't get me wrong, it would have been worth it, but after browsing the Fiction section, I found a 6-volume Ulitmate Guide for only $14. Whew. And dammit....it's hard to put down but I have soooo much work I have no free time and I actually have like 10 books I bought last summer that I still haven't even cracked and I never finished the 3rd level of the Ninja Turtles game and I'm almost through FF-X for my 2nd time but I bought The Third Age and am only in the plains of Rohan and people have ordered even more copies of games at the station so I'm working weekends now and I still have a few DVDs I haven't got to watch yet and I really want to go see movies in the theater but I ......well I guess I just don't. And it's all my fault b/c I try to do too much.
And I really want to move to Bruce but I just got my first bill for my student loans.
It's gonna be a fun year.
I think I have some kind of a foot fungus or something b/c my feet have started to smell. Really bad, too.....after a day of being in my shoes. It's not cool at all.
It's gonna be a fun year.
Sunday, November 28, 2004
R.I.P. "King"
First of all, Thank you Jennifer and Kevin for being kind and considerate enough to drive out to the station in the bad weather to make sure I wasn't going to drive home. It meant alot......but I'm sorry for being an asshole and proclaiming that I knew better than to leave and go home. Of couse, you are never going to read this b/c ummm.....like 3 people actually know about this blog. So, well, if you read this, tell them thanks for me or whatever.
Now.........
So last Tuesnight was bad weather night for Northeast Mississippi. Adam and I had been at the station trying to desperately get work done that was overdue. The storm started setting in badly....and so was our hunger. I knew I couldn't go home for another few hours b/c of the weather, and there were only 2.75 slices of pizza left in the fridge at the station. (that would NEVER be enough for Adam and I to split.) So, finally the power started to blink, and we knew that we shouldn't start any work b/c soon the power would go out and erase/foul up any work we were doing. So, we decided to go find food. Real good food. Well, as we were driving up to the square in Bruce, we saw the entire north-west side of town had NO power. Our decision was to go to the Pizza Palace. Like clockwork, as soon as I pulled into the parking place, the tornado siren went off. Wonderful. I'm stuck in Bruce, I'm hungry, and I'm about to die. So, like retards we stroll into Pizza Palace like it's lunch hour. Bill has shut down, and seems like he is trying to run us out of the Palace. (thinking about it, it's kind of like we were driving, and sought the nearest shelter when the siren went off.)
So, disappointed we left, and as we made it 350° around the square the sirens stopped. Everything else closed (at only 8pm) we sadly went back to the station. From the highway, we saw the Morgan's had just returned from Calhoun City. Also, as we were in the parking lot, we watched as the power blinked, then went off. We saw the station go dark. Well, we were screwed. I wanted to go home, and Adam had work to do. But, you see......when you work at a TV station, there's really no work you can do when the power's off. Well, you can do sorting and things, but our emergency lights don't have batteries, so the control room is 100% dark.
The Morgans left us with a tiny flashlight, an almost spent scented candle, and 2.75 slices of pizza and two flavors of Sprite (Sprite and Sprite Zero). So, after they left, Adam drove his car onto the front sidewalk so we could listen to SuperTalk MS. After the pizza I found two cans of Dry-Roasted Peanuts.
So, after the bad part of the storm subsided, there was only light rain.....and LOTS of water in the parking lot. Well, finally the power came on....but we stayed where we were. Just like a bunch of dickholes with work to be done. From somewhere in the far reaches of my brain I had a memory from when I was a kid with my brother. We had a big hole where our swimming pool used to be, and one day after a heavy rain we took all the soda cans we had been saving, and played pirates and shot them with a BB gun. I got the idea of sailboats. So......somehow I said the word "sailboat" and we set to work and spending the next half hour making paper boats to sail in the parking lot. (Mind you, we are approaching our mid-20s.) Adam made his boat a vessel to light on fire and burn the dead King. (I saw it in that movie with Sean Connery) Mine just consited of an upside down styrofoam cup with paper suffed in the bottom to keep it steady. Well, these things sailed like mad. Mine got caught in seaweed, and we had to send a rescue boat. Adam didn't put much thought into the rescue boat——it failed.
Finally, to end the best waste of time ever we put together a message in a bottle. That thing has either hit the Tombigbee by now.....or is in the field 30 yards away.
So the power came on, the rain died down and I went home.
I hate to be hypocritical, but I really want to buy a BB gun now and shoot cans during the next flash flood. (I hate guns....but I guess a BB gun is safe and not really a gun.)
Now.........
So last Tuesnight was bad weather night for Northeast Mississippi. Adam and I had been at the station trying to desperately get work done that was overdue. The storm started setting in badly....and so was our hunger. I knew I couldn't go home for another few hours b/c of the weather, and there were only 2.75 slices of pizza left in the fridge at the station. (that would NEVER be enough for Adam and I to split.) So, finally the power started to blink, and we knew that we shouldn't start any work b/c soon the power would go out and erase/foul up any work we were doing. So, we decided to go find food. Real good food. Well, as we were driving up to the square in Bruce, we saw the entire north-west side of town had NO power. Our decision was to go to the Pizza Palace. Like clockwork, as soon as I pulled into the parking place, the tornado siren went off. Wonderful. I'm stuck in Bruce, I'm hungry, and I'm about to die. So, like retards we stroll into Pizza Palace like it's lunch hour. Bill has shut down, and seems like he is trying to run us out of the Palace. (thinking about it, it's kind of like we were driving, and sought the nearest shelter when the siren went off.)
So, disappointed we left, and as we made it 350° around the square the sirens stopped. Everything else closed (at only 8pm) we sadly went back to the station. From the highway, we saw the Morgan's had just returned from Calhoun City. Also, as we were in the parking lot, we watched as the power blinked, then went off. We saw the station go dark. Well, we were screwed. I wanted to go home, and Adam had work to do. But, you see......when you work at a TV station, there's really no work you can do when the power's off. Well, you can do sorting and things, but our emergency lights don't have batteries, so the control room is 100% dark.
The Morgans left us with a tiny flashlight, an almost spent scented candle, and 2.75 slices of pizza and two flavors of Sprite (Sprite and Sprite Zero). So, after they left, Adam drove his car onto the front sidewalk so we could listen to SuperTalk MS. After the pizza I found two cans of Dry-Roasted Peanuts.
So, after the bad part of the storm subsided, there was only light rain.....and LOTS of water in the parking lot. Well, finally the power came on....but we stayed where we were. Just like a bunch of dickholes with work to be done. From somewhere in the far reaches of my brain I had a memory from when I was a kid with my brother. We had a big hole where our swimming pool used to be, and one day after a heavy rain we took all the soda cans we had been saving, and played pirates and shot them with a BB gun. I got the idea of sailboats. So......somehow I said the word "sailboat" and we set to work and spending the next half hour making paper boats to sail in the parking lot. (Mind you, we are approaching our mid-20s.) Adam made his boat a vessel to light on fire and burn the dead King. (I saw it in that movie with Sean Connery) Mine just consited of an upside down styrofoam cup with paper suffed in the bottom to keep it steady. Well, these things sailed like mad. Mine got caught in seaweed, and we had to send a rescue boat. Adam didn't put much thought into the rescue boat——it failed.
Finally, to end the best waste of time ever we put together a message in a bottle. That thing has either hit the Tombigbee by now.....or is in the field 30 yards away.
So the power came on, the rain died down and I went home.
I hate to be hypocritical, but I really want to buy a BB gun now and shoot cans during the next flash flood. (I hate guns....but I guess a BB gun is safe and not really a gun.)
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
'Twas The Night Before Thanksgiving.....
....And I've counted 5 (five) hard liquor ads on TV tonight since 8pm.
Hrmmmm.......sounds like a great idea. I've got a flask calling my name, I'll bid you adieu. I'll tell you the great 'Tuesday Night Storm Story' later. It's good.
Eat, Drink, get bloated. And Merry.
Hrmmmm.......sounds like a great idea. I've got a flask calling my name, I'll bid you adieu. I'll tell you the great 'Tuesday Night Storm Story' later. It's good.
Eat, Drink, get bloated. And Merry.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
I'm Currently Downloading A Program To Manage My Downloads.....
....So now all I can do is wait. At least I have Spider Solitaire.
If you don't like long posts then you may as well go read The Onion.com....
.........because I have a new entry in my list of favorite TV shows. I'm currently completely obsessed with the Showtime original series "Dead Like Me."
This is absolutely one of the best shows in recent TV history. And I don't even see that much TV. I remember seeing the ads for this show, but I don't have Showtime to I never got to see it. A few months ago I heard Art Bell interview Ellen Muth from the show, and he talked about how much he absolutely loved it, so I thought it must be good. So I shelled out the money to buy the first season DVD of a show I have never even seen before. And I don't feel bad at all.
"Dead Like Me" follows the life—errrr, I mean DEATH—of 18-year-old George (short for 'Georgia'). You see, Georgia was killed one morning by a flaming toilet seat that fell off of the Russian Space Station 'Mir'(you see how clever this show is going to be already, don't you?). However, before she died her soul was taken by a grim reaper. Now, death in general is a total bureaucracy with posistions, levels, and departments. It just so happens that if you are a grim reaper, once you reach your quota, you are given a promotion and the last soul you reaped takes your place. It seems as though death has just as much of an order as life. Well, George happened to be the lucky millionth customer. She is now a grim reaper.
Reapers are divided into departments, and hers happens to be the violent/unexpected deaths division. As a courtesy, it's best to take their souls before they die so as not to traumatize them dramatically. Well, she meets her 'boss'—a very lovable Mandy Patinkin—who is given the daily death assignments from the people higher up. It's his job to hand out the souls that are to be reaped on little post-its to all the reapers under his care. The notes consist of two initials and a last name, and address, and an ETD (estimated time of death). This is so that the reapers never totally know who is to die until they reach the appointment so that they won't become emotionally involved. This is the daily life....death....of a reaper. An un-dead.
Now, that's the premise. Here's why the show is sooo good. You see, being a grim reaper...an un-dead.....is not all fun and games. You see, they still have human form, therefore they have human needs. People gots to eat. Therefore, the reapers must take part-time jobs or have some form of income to exist day-to-day. (Alot of the time, they usually just take stuff from the dead people they've just guided to 'crossing over.')
George is 18 years old, and a very lazy and pouty girl who has no real direction in life. Therefore, the writers of this show are brilliant by giving her a job at Happy Time Temporary Agency. So, that's where this show gets it charm: it's 'X-Files' meets 'Office Space.' Every episdoe you cringe at some of the not-so-nice deaths, but you feel sooo bad for George everytime she's visited by her constantly happy "Getting Things Done" boss, Ms. Herbig (as in: "Her Big Brown Eyes").
There is also an awesome dynamic with George's family. She never got along with her mom and dad, and never even talked to her little sister. After her death, things only got worse. Her weird sister got weirder. Basically, things are really screwed up at home. And there's NOTHING George can do. (When you are a reaper, you have a different physical apperance than your life, so people won't recognize you as the person you were. So, when George goes home, she's basically a stranger.) George realizes what she had when she was alive, and desperatly wants some way to communicate with her sister, and regrets only being 18 years old and never really living.
Both flipping hilarious and equally heart-touching, "Dead Like Me" is one of my new favorites. I only hope season 2 is over soon so it will be out on DVD.
If you don't like long posts then you may as well go read The Onion.com....
.........because I have a new entry in my list of favorite TV shows. I'm currently completely obsessed with the Showtime original series "Dead Like Me."
This is absolutely one of the best shows in recent TV history. And I don't even see that much TV. I remember seeing the ads for this show, but I don't have Showtime to I never got to see it. A few months ago I heard Art Bell interview Ellen Muth from the show, and he talked about how much he absolutely loved it, so I thought it must be good. So I shelled out the money to buy the first season DVD of a show I have never even seen before. And I don't feel bad at all.
"Dead Like Me" follows the life—errrr, I mean DEATH—of 18-year-old George (short for 'Georgia'). You see, Georgia was killed one morning by a flaming toilet seat that fell off of the Russian Space Station 'Mir'(you see how clever this show is going to be already, don't you?). However, before she died her soul was taken by a grim reaper. Now, death in general is a total bureaucracy with posistions, levels, and departments. It just so happens that if you are a grim reaper, once you reach your quota, you are given a promotion and the last soul you reaped takes your place. It seems as though death has just as much of an order as life. Well, George happened to be the lucky millionth customer. She is now a grim reaper.
Reapers are divided into departments, and hers happens to be the violent/unexpected deaths division. As a courtesy, it's best to take their souls before they die so as not to traumatize them dramatically. Well, she meets her 'boss'—a very lovable Mandy Patinkin—who is given the daily death assignments from the people higher up. It's his job to hand out the souls that are to be reaped on little post-its to all the reapers under his care. The notes consist of two initials and a last name, and address, and an ETD (estimated time of death). This is so that the reapers never totally know who is to die until they reach the appointment so that they won't become emotionally involved. This is the daily life....death....of a reaper. An un-dead.
Now, that's the premise. Here's why the show is sooo good. You see, being a grim reaper...an un-dead.....is not all fun and games. You see, they still have human form, therefore they have human needs. People gots to eat. Therefore, the reapers must take part-time jobs or have some form of income to exist day-to-day. (Alot of the time, they usually just take stuff from the dead people they've just guided to 'crossing over.')
George is 18 years old, and a very lazy and pouty girl who has no real direction in life. Therefore, the writers of this show are brilliant by giving her a job at Happy Time Temporary Agency. So, that's where this show gets it charm: it's 'X-Files' meets 'Office Space.' Every episdoe you cringe at some of the not-so-nice deaths, but you feel sooo bad for George everytime she's visited by her constantly happy "Getting Things Done" boss, Ms. Herbig (as in: "Her Big Brown Eyes").
There is also an awesome dynamic with George's family. She never got along with her mom and dad, and never even talked to her little sister. After her death, things only got worse. Her weird sister got weirder. Basically, things are really screwed up at home. And there's NOTHING George can do. (When you are a reaper, you have a different physical apperance than your life, so people won't recognize you as the person you were. So, when George goes home, she's basically a stranger.) George realizes what she had when she was alive, and desperatly wants some way to communicate with her sister, and regrets only being 18 years old and never really living.
Both flipping hilarious and equally heart-touching, "Dead Like Me" is one of my new favorites. I only hope season 2 is over soon so it will be out on DVD.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
No Need To Drive To Columbus......
To the nearest Porno Store.............
Because I have just viewed the teaser trailer for Star Wars Episode III: Revenge Of The Sith.
That should do me till May '05.
Because I have just viewed the teaser trailer for Star Wars Episode III: Revenge Of The Sith.
That should do me till May '05.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
DON'T PANIC
The Teaser Trailer for "Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy" is online now. I'm sure you've all watched it by now.
It's got John Malkovich in, but as for the overall Britishness of the film, I'm not sure. The trailer looks good though.........at least the movie will have good CG effects. It looks all bluish-tinted, too.
I guarantee they have the technology to actually see the Babel Fish enter the ear. Mark my words.
It's got John Malkovich in, but as for the overall Britishness of the film, I'm not sure. The trailer looks good though.........at least the movie will have good CG effects. It looks all bluish-tinted, too.
I guarantee they have the technology to actually see the Babel Fish enter the ear. Mark my words.
Kinsey.......
So, there's a movie coming out about the Sex Researcher Alfred Kinsey.
I wonder if they'll include the fact that he was an entymologist. Yup.....studied bugs.
Sexxxxxy.
I wonder if they'll include the fact that he was an entymologist. Yup.....studied bugs.
Sexxxxxy.
The Movie I Can't Stop Quoting
1. Back in August I ordered (off of eBay) a Steadicam mount from a dealer who built the product himself and sold it for a great price. As of yesterday I still hadn't gotten it, and never received a response from the query I sent in early October. So this morning I got an email. Apparently the guy who made the product DIED in an accident. Yes, he's dead. So the person who sent the email said they bought all of the equipment pieces from the guy's widow and are carrying on with production—even improving the design. The good news: I may not lose my hundred bucks. The bad news: ummm the guy is dead.
2. Later this same day I had finished making some copies someone ordered at the station and I called the number on the order slip to tell them their DVDs were ready.
PERSON: Hello?
ME: Hi, is *** ******* there?
PERSON: No, they are at the hospital. Her daughter is a really bad diabetic and this weekend she was at a friend's house and starting complaing her stomach was hurting. She started vomiting and got really sick and they took her to the hospital, and her stomach is shutting down. And also ******'s husband is in the hospital. He's got brain cancer and there's nothing the doctors can do, so they are just going to release him tomorrow. They are going to send him home to die. (I'm not exaggerating.........I'm actually UNDER-REPORTING everything she said)
ME: Uh, I'm Steven Criss, from TV-7. I was just calling to let *** know that we have her copies of the Beauty Pageant ready.
PERSON: Oh, yes, her daughters were in that. (and on again about the hospital)
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Now, of course all the while I was throwing in sympathetic feedback—I'm not that much of an asshole. And of course I tried to end the conversation several times by offering and wishing the best.
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I need new shoes. The ones I have are really uncomfortable and I can smell my own feet when I'm sitting down at work. Not good, b/c I usually don't have smelly feet. It's like that not-so-fresh feeling. Only worse. And for dudes.
2. Later this same day I had finished making some copies someone ordered at the station and I called the number on the order slip to tell them their DVDs were ready.
PERSON: Hello?
ME: Hi, is *** ******* there?
PERSON: No, they are at the hospital. Her daughter is a really bad diabetic and this weekend she was at a friend's house and starting complaing her stomach was hurting. She started vomiting and got really sick and they took her to the hospital, and her stomach is shutting down. And also ******'s husband is in the hospital. He's got brain cancer and there's nothing the doctors can do, so they are just going to release him tomorrow. They are going to send him home to die. (I'm not exaggerating.........I'm actually UNDER-REPORTING everything she said)
ME: Uh, I'm Steven Criss, from TV-7. I was just calling to let *** know that we have her copies of the Beauty Pageant ready.
PERSON: Oh, yes, her daughters were in that. (and on again about the hospital)
_________
Now, of course all the while I was throwing in sympathetic feedback—I'm not that much of an asshole. And of course I tried to end the conversation several times by offering and wishing the best.
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I need new shoes. The ones I have are really uncomfortable and I can smell my own feet when I'm sitting down at work. Not good, b/c I usually don't have smelly feet. It's like that not-so-fresh feeling. Only worse. And for dudes.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
HAAHA........Me In 15 Years
I've just realized that I'm a loser, and the clerk at Radio Shack told me so: right before he snapped a picture using a new digital photo wristwatch. (It's gonna be a cool gadget.....very useful in 15 years.) I then handed him the money, without a word, and left. I probably went straight to a bar. ..........oh, and apparently I play StarCraft in the future.
Of course, I'm not sure who that is behind me.
So........
John Ashcroft resigned. I guess we should be happy.
As long has he doesn't sing......oh my gosh he's awful! If you don't believe me, just pop in Fahrenheit 9/11. THAT's why the movie got an R-rating.
As long has he doesn't sing......oh my gosh he's awful! If you don't believe me, just pop in Fahrenheit 9/11. THAT's why the movie got an R-rating.
Did I Do That?
So it's 11 pm....and I'm having to watch Family Matters, or as it's better known: Urkel.
Which leads to several points:
• I'm having to watch crap, b/c my mom has developed a new habit of going to sleep on the couch. She doesn't sleep at night anymore b/c my dad and brother are gone, and my grandad is sick. So, after supper, she sits on the couch watching TV and goes to sleep, not waking up until near midnight. Eh, I guess I could wake her. But...it's more fun to watch The Daily Show and Family Guy in hopes she'll wake up to it and laugh. (dang, I have wild dreams) But, about 11 is when the juicy stuff comes on, but I don't want to risk it. Talk Sex with Sue Johanson is too embarrassing to be caught watching by ANYBODY. Queer Eye is in hiatus. South Park would freak her out. I don't want to watch MTV anyway. Discovery Channel doesn't show naked people anymore.
• Remember the younger daughter on the show? Hahahah.....she was written out of the show in it's earlier seasons. I hate that little long-haird Richie kid, too.
• Remember when Urkel was saved on the show? He went to church with the Winslows and joined the church. That would never happen on TV today.
• The girl who played Myra, Steve's girlfriend, also played Justine, Theo Huxtable's girlfriend.
• My other grandad....who we called "Grandaddy"......used to call me Urkel. He loved watching the show, and when I got my glasses for the first time I pulled my pants up and did an impression. He called me that for years.
Which leads to several points:
• I'm having to watch crap, b/c my mom has developed a new habit of going to sleep on the couch. She doesn't sleep at night anymore b/c my dad and brother are gone, and my grandad is sick. So, after supper, she sits on the couch watching TV and goes to sleep, not waking up until near midnight. Eh, I guess I could wake her. But...it's more fun to watch The Daily Show and Family Guy in hopes she'll wake up to it and laugh. (dang, I have wild dreams) But, about 11 is when the juicy stuff comes on, but I don't want to risk it. Talk Sex with Sue Johanson is too embarrassing to be caught watching by ANYBODY. Queer Eye is in hiatus. South Park would freak her out. I don't want to watch MTV anyway. Discovery Channel doesn't show naked people anymore.
• Remember the younger daughter on the show? Hahahah.....she was written out of the show in it's earlier seasons. I hate that little long-haird Richie kid, too.
• Remember when Urkel was saved on the show? He went to church with the Winslows and joined the church. That would never happen on TV today.
• The girl who played Myra, Steve's girlfriend, also played Justine, Theo Huxtable's girlfriend.
• My other grandad....who we called "Grandaddy"......used to call me Urkel. He loved watching the show, and when I got my glasses for the first time I pulled my pants up and did an impression. He called me that for years.
Tuesday, November 9, 2004
Oh Man, THIS GUY Said It All......
Ok, straight from Amazon.com, Here is the Customer Review for "Kangaroo Jack - G'Day U.S.A.!"
Hmmm..., October 30, 2004
Reviewer: KG "KG" (Earth)
I have a strange feeling in the bottom of my soul that this is going to suck...
I would say this is a smart man.........or girl.
Hmmm..., October 30, 2004
Reviewer: KG "KG" (Earth)
I have a strange feeling in the bottom of my soul that this is going to suck...
I would say this is a smart man.........or girl.
Monday, November 8, 2004
As My Friend Ben Lee Once Said: Cigarettes Will Kill You...
.......except I don't know what the song is about.
So, I trust everyone listens to the Prairie Home Companion on PRM? (website)
Why does an archaeologist make a good husband?" "Because the older you get, the more interested he is in you."
........look, it's rare to hear humor on Public Radio, so this show is definitely worth checking out. It's on Saturday afternoons 5ish and sometimes on Sundays just after luch. (I expect you to listen for it yourself....stop relying on me to tell you the times)
Ehh sorry, I really feel compelled to update, but once I do all inspiration leaves, and I'm left without content. Well, the Prarie Home Companion is releasing a DVD of their 30th Anniversary Broadcast, so I may be getting that one if I'm lucky enough to see it lying around a WalMart somewhere.
Oh before I go, one I heard last Sunday.....I may have to paraphrase....
"George W. died and was standing outside of heaven. St. Peter said he would let W. see both heaven and hell, and W. would get to pick where he wanted to spend eternity. W. went to hell, and found nothing but Golf Courses and clubs all around, people laughing and having a good time with a few beers. Dubya then goes to Heaven and sees nothing but enlightened people floating around from cloud to cloud playing harps, singing, and talking about intellectual things. Dubya turns to St. Peter and says 'I never thought I would say this, but I think I would be better off in Hell.' So down he goes, but when he gets there he finds nothing but desolation and destruction and people in pain. Satan comes up to him to welcome him, and W. says 'What's going on? Earlier I was here and it was all good times.' The Devil responds "That was the campaign......now you voted for us."
AHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAH.........ahahahhahhah.........aahah ......ha. Hrmph.
Just be glad I didn't try to tell the one about the Scottish guy watching baseball; the Punchline: "He doesn't need to run, he's got 4 balls"....."Walk with PRIDE, laddie!"
So, I trust everyone listens to the Prairie Home Companion on PRM? (website)
Why does an archaeologist make a good husband?" "Because the older you get, the more interested he is in you."
........look, it's rare to hear humor on Public Radio, so this show is definitely worth checking out. It's on Saturday afternoons 5ish and sometimes on Sundays just after luch. (I expect you to listen for it yourself....stop relying on me to tell you the times)
Ehh sorry, I really feel compelled to update, but once I do all inspiration leaves, and I'm left without content. Well, the Prarie Home Companion is releasing a DVD of their 30th Anniversary Broadcast, so I may be getting that one if I'm lucky enough to see it lying around a WalMart somewhere.
Oh before I go, one I heard last Sunday.....I may have to paraphrase....
"George W. died and was standing outside of heaven. St. Peter said he would let W. see both heaven and hell, and W. would get to pick where he wanted to spend eternity. W. went to hell, and found nothing but Golf Courses and clubs all around, people laughing and having a good time with a few beers. Dubya then goes to Heaven and sees nothing but enlightened people floating around from cloud to cloud playing harps, singing, and talking about intellectual things. Dubya turns to St. Peter and says 'I never thought I would say this, but I think I would be better off in Hell.' So down he goes, but when he gets there he finds nothing but desolation and destruction and people in pain. Satan comes up to him to welcome him, and W. says 'What's going on? Earlier I was here and it was all good times.' The Devil responds "That was the campaign......now you voted for us."
AHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAH.........ahahahhahhah.........aahah ......ha. Hrmph.
Just be glad I didn't try to tell the one about the Scottish guy watching baseball; the Punchline: "He doesn't need to run, he's got 4 balls"....."Walk with PRIDE, laddie!"
Saturday, November 6, 2004
Movie Review: "Shaun Of The Dead"
"Don't say the zed-word."
Oh Bollocks, there are zombies in the yard. However, the Brits know how to take care of them..........just pop down to the pub for a pint.
So tonight's review is for the movie "Shaun Of The Dead." What? Never heard of it? Sure you have.....it's the Zombie-Comedy (Zomedy) that came out earlier this summer and swept the nation with good reviews. (At least Peter Jackson was quoted as saying it was "The most entertaining film of the year") Well.......it finally came to Tupelo. I don't think foreign films are received well here. Wait, it's a fucking British movie......you don't have to read subtitles.
Anyway on to the movie: Slacker Shaun has just been dumped....mostly b/c his life is going nowhere. On top of that, he has a dumpy roomate who barely leaves the flat ('Apartment' for you Americans).....unless they go to Winchester's Pub. (The owner was in the mafia, I swear. Oh, and dogs CAN look up.) I will add here that Ed, the roomate is just plain cute. He's the guy in the preview who was all like "Yeah, boyeeee." He just kills (no pun intended), and is the only Brit who can walk into a room and say "What's up, niggas?" Even though he's lazy, I would love to have him as a flatmate.
Well, after a strange phenomenon turns almost the entire town into Zombies, it's up to Shaun and his friends to save the day. By the way.......we're never really told exactly what caused the zombie status, mainly b/c they keep changing the channels on the television that provides the exposition. Here's a tip: when there is a life-threatening weird event....don't channel surf. Still funny, though.
Anyway, there's really not alot to say about the plot, b/c when you've seen one zombie movie, they all follow the same pattern. However, this one takes the step of blending humor. However, it's not cheesy one-liners given to the token black guy. It's classy Brit humor. (Which in fact turns out to be giving one-liners to the token black guy....hahahahha but I kid. No seriously.....there weren't any black people.) I was chuckling the entire way through. Also, it's great to comment on music by simply having the main characters thumb through a record collection, in order to pick the records to throw at the xombies. In case of xombies, ALWAYS throw your Batman soundtrack and your Sade record. Though the blood and gore was a bit disturbing, it was a pleasant afternoon at the movies and more or less a feel-good movie.
OH OH OH.......when the first thing heard in your film is "Ghost Town" by the Specials, you know it'll be good. Also, excellent use of Zombie Nation as well.
So, go see "Shaun Of The Dead" or just wait a few weeks and it'll come out on DVD.
Oh Bollocks, there are zombies in the yard. However, the Brits know how to take care of them..........just pop down to the pub for a pint.
So tonight's review is for the movie "Shaun Of The Dead." What? Never heard of it? Sure you have.....it's the Zombie-Comedy (Zomedy) that came out earlier this summer and swept the nation with good reviews. (At least Peter Jackson was quoted as saying it was "The most entertaining film of the year") Well.......it finally came to Tupelo. I don't think foreign films are received well here. Wait, it's a fucking British movie......you don't have to read subtitles.
Anyway on to the movie: Slacker Shaun has just been dumped....mostly b/c his life is going nowhere. On top of that, he has a dumpy roomate who barely leaves the flat ('Apartment' for you Americans).....unless they go to Winchester's Pub. (The owner was in the mafia, I swear. Oh, and dogs CAN look up.) I will add here that Ed, the roomate is just plain cute. He's the guy in the preview who was all like "Yeah, boyeeee." He just kills (no pun intended), and is the only Brit who can walk into a room and say "What's up, niggas?" Even though he's lazy, I would love to have him as a flatmate.
Well, after a strange phenomenon turns almost the entire town into Zombies, it's up to Shaun and his friends to save the day. By the way.......we're never really told exactly what caused the zombie status, mainly b/c they keep changing the channels on the television that provides the exposition. Here's a tip: when there is a life-threatening weird event....don't channel surf. Still funny, though.
Anyway, there's really not alot to say about the plot, b/c when you've seen one zombie movie, they all follow the same pattern. However, this one takes the step of blending humor. However, it's not cheesy one-liners given to the token black guy. It's classy Brit humor. (Which in fact turns out to be giving one-liners to the token black guy....hahahahha but I kid. No seriously.....there weren't any black people.) I was chuckling the entire way through. Also, it's great to comment on music by simply having the main characters thumb through a record collection, in order to pick the records to throw at the xombies. In case of xombies, ALWAYS throw your Batman soundtrack and your Sade record. Though the blood and gore was a bit disturbing, it was a pleasant afternoon at the movies and more or less a feel-good movie.
OH OH OH.......when the first thing heard in your film is "Ghost Town" by the Specials, you know it'll be good. Also, excellent use of Zombie Nation as well.
So, go see "Shaun Of The Dead" or just wait a few weeks and it'll come out on DVD.
Thursday, November 4, 2004
Heroes In A Half Shell..........TURTLE POWER!
Going through MY tape collection:
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Coming Out Of Their Shells
Released: 1990 By Tour-Toiseshell Music
Track Listing:
Side 1:
Coming Out Of Our Shells
Sing About It
Tubin'
Skipping Stones
Pizza Power
Side 2:
Walk Straight
No Treaties
Cowabunga
April Ballad
Count On Us
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Oh holy cheese Pizza.........I bought this when I was but a Wee Lad. It's that classically cheesy late 80's/Early 90's power ballad crap. It's sooo bad it's almost good. Vocals by Raphael (Saxophone), Leonardo (Bass Guitar), Donatello (Keyboards), Michaelangelo (Lead Guitar), April O'Neil (Vocals), and yes......Splinter (Vocals). They play their own instruments, too. Lemme give you a quick lyric:
When there's music inside of you,
Someday you know that It's gonna come through.
That's why we're here telling you true
We're coming out of our shells.
I will eventually put this on CD (???? why?) so.......I will be glad to give free copies so you can rock out. It's so hilarious.....and after searching the net, come to find out they actually did a whole concert tour of this stuff.....man I would have gone. The "Thank You" section is great b/c it tells who each Turtles' 'Vocal Coach' is. It also tells who recorded it "above ground.....after it was written."
Raph is awesome on the sax, I might add.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Coming Out Of Their Shells
Released: 1990 By Tour-Toiseshell Music
Track Listing:
Side 1:
Coming Out Of Our Shells
Sing About It
Tubin'
Skipping Stones
Pizza Power
Side 2:
Walk Straight
No Treaties
Cowabunga
April Ballad
Count On Us
-------------------------------
Oh holy cheese Pizza.........I bought this when I was but a Wee Lad. It's that classically cheesy late 80's/Early 90's power ballad crap. It's sooo bad it's almost good. Vocals by Raphael (Saxophone), Leonardo (Bass Guitar), Donatello (Keyboards), Michaelangelo (Lead Guitar), April O'Neil (Vocals), and yes......Splinter (Vocals). They play their own instruments, too. Lemme give you a quick lyric:
When there's music inside of you,
Someday you know that It's gonna come through.
That's why we're here telling you true
We're coming out of our shells.
I will eventually put this on CD (???? why?) so.......I will be glad to give free copies so you can rock out. It's so hilarious.....and after searching the net, come to find out they actually did a whole concert tour of this stuff.....man I would have gone. The "Thank You" section is great b/c it tells who each Turtles' 'Vocal Coach' is. It also tells who recorded it "above ground.....after it was written."
Raph is awesome on the sax, I might add.
Wednesday, November 3, 2004
Hoooooray For..........Whoever Is Responsible!
My health insurance just went DOWN 5%!!!!
Yes........down!
Thank You Blue Cross/Blue Shield of Mississippi! w00t w00t!
{NOTE: Please let it be known that "w00t w00t" is the most fucking disgusting word in the Made-Up Internet language. However, I feel that in this case, it's well-deserving.......lol. Oh, and ;) }
Yes........down!
Thank You Blue Cross/Blue Shield of Mississippi! w00t w00t!
{NOTE: Please let it be known that "w00t w00t" is the most fucking disgusting word in the Made-Up Internet language. However, I feel that in this case, it's well-deserving.......lol. Oh, and ;) }
Don't Shoot To Kill.........Shoot To Piss Off
So as I load many 2.5 Hour Football games into my computer, I'm not able to watch TV or do anything productive on my computer at the same time and therefore do a little bit of random cleaning to my room. I figure if I go through the process of eliminating more junk now, when I move it won't be so difficult.
So of course today I found out I was an adult. (No, not b/c of that, silly) I am now an official "CD Rack" adult.
You see, teenagers most often have CD players in their cars and therefore the sign of coolness for a teen is the 'CD folder/binder' or those crappy little sun-visor things. That way their CDs are on-the-go. Adults, however, usually remain in one place for long times—usually their house b/c unlike teens, they aren't out driving around and up to no good. Therefore, they have those CD racks and stands that hold up to a hundred CDs. When adults actually do listen to music, they select one from the 'case' and put it in the player.
Now, a few years ago Andrew was to release his first Never Cry Wolf EP, and for as little money as possible. I figured my part would be to donate as many CD cases as possible. So, pertaining to whatever 'cool' CDs I had in my binder, I took all the inlays and lyric sheets out of the cases and parted ways with them.
Well, now I have CDs without homes. Unfortunately, some are crappy CDs and don't deserve to be in the 'cool binder.' So, it's reversed: All of the cool CDs that have cases are in a stack. The rest are waiting for a home.
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Oh, I'm also about to go through the process of eliminating old VHS tapes. So, if anyone wants any, first come first serve.
Now, granted absolutely no one will ask for any........so you will be forced to take them. (Disconnect your phones now.)
I'll be willing to part with (only) a few 'store-bought' tapes......the rest of the home videos are pretty much up for grabs. The first to go in the trash are some marked "X-Files" recorded off TV from a crappy reception. Now with DVD, all seasons are available :) There's also various stuff recorded off TV, and a buttload of movies. There's some South Park, and some Crocodile Hunter, and some stuff that.....well, I'm quite embarrassed to mention. Shit.
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OH OH OH.............HUUUUGE post coming soon.......you are gonna laugh your butt off, I FLIPPIN SWEAR! (First I gotta scan some stuff......sorry, I hate pics in posts too, but this is worth it!)
UPDATE: See Thursday's Post. Turns out, you probably won't laugh at all. Not as funny as I planned. And I coulnt' wait to build up excitement.
So of course today I found out I was an adult. (No, not b/c of that, silly) I am now an official "CD Rack" adult.
You see, teenagers most often have CD players in their cars and therefore the sign of coolness for a teen is the 'CD folder/binder' or those crappy little sun-visor things. That way their CDs are on-the-go. Adults, however, usually remain in one place for long times—usually their house b/c unlike teens, they aren't out driving around and up to no good. Therefore, they have those CD racks and stands that hold up to a hundred CDs. When adults actually do listen to music, they select one from the 'case' and put it in the player.
Now, a few years ago Andrew was to release his first Never Cry Wolf EP, and for as little money as possible. I figured my part would be to donate as many CD cases as possible. So, pertaining to whatever 'cool' CDs I had in my binder, I took all the inlays and lyric sheets out of the cases and parted ways with them.
Well, now I have CDs without homes. Unfortunately, some are crappy CDs and don't deserve to be in the 'cool binder.' So, it's reversed: All of the cool CDs that have cases are in a stack. The rest are waiting for a home.
_________________________________________
Oh, I'm also about to go through the process of eliminating old VHS tapes. So, if anyone wants any, first come first serve.
Now, granted absolutely no one will ask for any........so you will be forced to take them. (Disconnect your phones now.)
I'll be willing to part with (only) a few 'store-bought' tapes......the rest of the home videos are pretty much up for grabs. The first to go in the trash are some marked "X-Files" recorded off TV from a crappy reception. Now with DVD, all seasons are available :) There's also various stuff recorded off TV, and a buttload of movies. There's some South Park, and some Crocodile Hunter, and some stuff that.....well, I'm quite embarrassed to mention. Shit.
_________________
OH OH OH.............HUUUUGE post coming soon.......you are gonna laugh your butt off, I FLIPPIN SWEAR! (First I gotta scan some stuff......sorry, I hate pics in posts too, but this is worth it!)
UPDATE: See Thursday's Post. Turns out, you probably won't laugh at all. Not as funny as I planned. And I coulnt' wait to build up excitement.
Monday, November 1, 2004
Night Of The Living Dread: November 1, 2004
So, it's that time of year again...no, not that, silly....
The first working day after Daylight Savings Time ends. It now means that for the next few months, it's already going to be dark when it's time for me to get off work. (Now, granted, it's usually dark when I actually DO leave, just now it's darker earlier and just when I'm supposed to leave.)
This means that my body is already telling me I should be in bed. It sucks when you have to much to do and are lethargic. I'm lazy too so that doesn't work at all. Maybe I'm not getting enough protein. The slaves were malnourished, and were thus lethargic. They were beaten for being lazy. Stupid White People.
Wait.....did I just compare myself to the slaves? Hmmm......well, believe it or not I'm too lazy to hit 'backspace'.........damn.
So, did anyone do anything for Hallow's Eve? I STILL haven't gotten the balls to do what I dreampt of last year: Dance to "It's Halloween" by the Shaggs on random peoples' doorsteps. Oh well, there's always next year. Well, no then again there may not be. Well, then again if there's not one then it won't matter anyway, so I'll go ahead and say there's always next year. So there.
The first working day after Daylight Savings Time ends. It now means that for the next few months, it's already going to be dark when it's time for me to get off work. (Now, granted, it's usually dark when I actually DO leave, just now it's darker earlier and just when I'm supposed to leave.)
This means that my body is already telling me I should be in bed. It sucks when you have to much to do and are lethargic. I'm lazy too so that doesn't work at all. Maybe I'm not getting enough protein. The slaves were malnourished, and were thus lethargic. They were beaten for being lazy. Stupid White People.
Wait.....did I just compare myself to the slaves? Hmmm......well, believe it or not I'm too lazy to hit 'backspace'.........damn.
So, did anyone do anything for Hallow's Eve? I STILL haven't gotten the balls to do what I dreampt of last year: Dance to "It's Halloween" by the Shaggs on random peoples' doorsteps. Oh well, there's always next year. Well, no then again there may not be. Well, then again if there's not one then it won't matter anyway, so I'll go ahead and say there's always next year. So there.
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