Thoughts on a windy Tuesday
Current mood: froggy
A song on the radio or MTV caught my ear, and I haven’t really dug a song like this in a while. It’s Sara Bareilles’ “Not Gonna Write You A Love Song.” Check it out if you haven’t heard it. It has a really cool if-Ben-Folds-was-a-23-year-old-woman-banging-on-the-piano vibe. And it’s catchy as hell.
First I was here on MySpace. Then LinkedIn, for the “hey, I’m networking” side of me. Then Facebook. Now somebody got me onto NotchUp, where they will allegedly arrange for you to get paid for job interviews. I guess this is Web 2.0, social networking, and the beginning of The End.
I love living in a world where there’s a betting line in Vegas on how long Jordin Sparks takes to sing the National Anthem at the Super Bowl. You can really tell that Fox is running the show. Jordin Sparks? Seriously?
Shannon and I are completely sucked into the vortex of reality shows, both terrible and awesome. The terrible include Rock of Love 2, Scott Baio is 46 and Pregnant, and the soon-to-be-aired Flavor of Love 3. The awesome include Project Runway, Top Chef, Top Design, The Next Design Star, Hell’s Kitchen, Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares (US & BBC), and our new favorite, Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew.
A quick rundown of each show, since I know you all respect my vast and superfluous pop culture knowledge and opinions:
–Rock of Love 2 = Skankalicious. Skanktastic. A skanktastrophe.
–Scott Baio… = Boo hoo, Scott, you’re 46 and it’s time to grow up and be a man. Guess what, you are no longer the center of your universe.
–Flavor of Love 3 = Man, can’t Flavor Flav find true love? Someone to be a momma to his 7 kids? Someone who likes kissing a mouth full of gold and gums?
–Project Runway = Always dramatic, the judges are witchy with a capital B, Heidi Klum is annoying, but Tim Gunn is way cool and I respect the creativity and ingenuity of the contestants under tight deadlines. Reminds me of my job.
–Top Chef = Almost the same as Project Runway, but with food.
–Top Design = Almost the same as Project Runway, but with interior design.
–The Next Design Star = Almost the same as Top Design, but with the added challenge of being a TV host.
–Hell’s Kitchen = Renowned chef/restaurateur Gordon Ramsay yells at/trains chefs while they compete for a dream job/their own restaurant.
–Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares (BBC) = The original, where Ramsay spends a week at a dying restaurant and tries to help them save the business. Shows that he can be a good guy, he’s very smart and creative.
–Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares (US) = Same thing, just Americanized and more dramatic. The American restaurateurs that he meets are usually not as welcoming or open to his ideas, which is incredibly stupid of them.
–Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew = Wow. A bunch of random F-list celebrities with drug and alcohol problems are in Dr. Drew’s (heckuva nice guy) rehab facility in California. Really rooting for some of them to overcome their problems. Jeff Conaway is both freaking insane and pitiable.
What else can I blather on about…
I turned 35 years old 16 days ago. Meh.
I’m not happy that the gym is getting crowded at 6:35 AM. Go away, fellow complex residents, so I can get the good elliptical machine and crank the morning news or Mike & Mike in the Morning on ESPN2.
I am happy that although I’m not losing weight as fast as I’d hoped, I’m muscling up. You feel lucky, punk?
Why do clients pay us like $100/hour or more and then completely disregard our recommendations? It’s like our experience and talent aren’t worth anything, but they have a budget so they might as well spend it on something.
I’m already tired of the 2008 candidates. Although I am kind of psyched to see the final two, whoever they are, go at it over the summer. Just thought of something interesting…heard that McCain was considering Joe Lieberman as a running mate. So our big race could come down to a Republican ticket with a 70-something war hero and a Jewish guy versus the Democratic ticket headed by either a woman or an African-American man. Maybe there’s hope for this “melting pot” yet. Although I’d still love a legitimate 3rd party. And 4th party.
Actually, Chris Crocker or whatever your name is, Britney should NOT be left alone. Somebody should grab that crazy girl and put her in a secret rehab in Nebraska or somewhere away from the jerks with cameras who are profiting off of her problems.
This might be my longest blog ever. And it’s all killer, no filler.
Recommendation: Sign up for the e-mail lists of your favorite stores and restaurants. They will send you discounts and birthday freebies and stuff. It is easy and it works.
Back to TV, because it always comes back to TV. Watch E’s “Chelsea Lately” with Chelsea Handler. She is funny like 85% of the time, which is 60% better than Robin Williams.
Man, I really wish the writers’ strike was over. I miss Heroes.
I love most of what Ricky Gervais has done: The Office (the original) and Extras being the two biggies. He really did take a sharp left with that Extras finale, though. Ruminating on the follies of fame and celebrity and all that stuff, it was the darkest finale of a comedy series ever.
All right, kids, get back to work.