Category: Futile

Hurley and Grey, sittin’ in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Another Wednesday night approaches and I’m anticipating another episode of–that’s right, you guessed it, Lost ! Even though I haven’t read a single BB on Lost this week, I’m predicting a dead, dead Hurley by episode’s end. Actually, I doubt it but I figure if I’m going to make a prediction I might as well go large. So, I’m guessing that tonight’s back story will be about Hurley. Before they kill him off.

Let’s talk about another television show that has swept me off my feet. It’s a little darling called, Grey’s Anatomy. Grey’s is to doctor shows what Ally McBeal was to lawyer shows. What makes Grey’s extra special for me, is that it’s the very first doctor show (outside of Scrubs), the very first serious doctor show that I’ve hooked into. I like it very much when the big equipment is rolled out and the big words fly. I’ve always been a fan of terminology. Not that it has replaced my undying devotion to Lost, but Grey’s does have higher body counts than Lost, which of course makes for higher chances of emotional outbursts, which is the only reason why I watch television.

rhen swings!

Spring has made a pleasant return to our neck of the woods. Look at Rhen swing! We walked the yard and discovered tree bark and dog poop. Weekend plans involve a massive effort to beautify our yard. We’re buying weed killer. Even one of those little carts to spread seed and fertilizer. We mean business.

coonhound leaps!

All is well. I’m not the biggest fan of spring but it is a step closer to summer, a season we can all agree upon as being a nice one. Especially Coonhound. He’s had a tough winter. Let it be summer soon, for his sake.

Idol Moments

“Watching you perform is like watching a bunch of puppies play.” C_ and I cackled at Cowell’s comment to American Idol contestant, Kevin Covais. He is a doughy rosey-cheeked boy of 16 who looks more like 10. He sang an old timey love ballad. It was really sweet. We repeated the crack a couple more times for our own satisfaction and laughed some more.

Face it, you watch American Idol for Cowell’s cuts on the contestants. I’d say that the show was less mean-spirited last night than previous episodes, but still full of school yard cracks. The barbed comments traded between Cowell and Seacrest have all the sponteneity of a quickly rehearsed camp skit. It’s done each season. Drum up a little drama when things are slow going on the show. At one point, Seacrest abruptly laughed to himself introducing a performer and C_ asked what was so funny. I didn’t know, but I imagine Ryan just realized how much money he was getting paid to do this ridiculous show.

It’s interesting to watch the contestants receive their critiques from the judges. Randy is a moderate judge. Paula the easy (if you get bad marks from Paula, you really really screwed up) one and Cowell, of course, is the judge everyone is waiting on. He’s hard to please, his comments obviously mean more to the contestants.

Our favorite moment of the show was before Elliot Yamen’s peformance. The show does these cutsie “show and tell” video shorts on each contestant before they go on stage. A sort of teen heartthrob confession. Anyways, Elliot wins my respect by telling America, “I have 90 percent hearing loss in my right ear.” I kick up my legs while sitting on the couch to brace for the shockwave of laughter beginning to avalanche though my body. It’s just too much when you think about it.

I so, so hope he wins American Idol.

Go Bode!

Hey Yo! It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged my blog at you all so here goes.

Rhen has been crawling in earnest for the last week or so. It’s a lot of work keeping up with him now. Everything is a Homeric journey for him now, every trip to a different room an epic conquest. If he needs to kick into high gear he does a squat maneuver using a tripod action with his left leg. The days are just packed, that is, I finally moved the DVD player up one shelf. It will only be another month before he can reach it there too. He’s such a little man. Yesterday, we shopped for his birthday present while Grandma Wieczorek watched him.

We finally settled on the John Deere riding tractor. It has a seat that opens up so he can play with his toy farm animals that come with the tractor. It also has two buttons on the steering wheel that makes the sound of ignition and one that plays his favorite song, “Old MacDonald”. Actually, it was an easy choice.

On other fronts, we’ve caught the Olympic Spirit. Last night we enjoyed the giant slalom and ice dancing. No worries people, Bode is gonna come through on Saturday. You know it’s funny. Before the Olympics he does some interviews, creates a little drama and hype around him–gives the people what they want because face it, the Olympics are a bit dull without incidents like Tonya Harding and Dan Jensen. Now everyone is like, Bode Miller is a big dumb stupid. Go home Bode. I don’t get it. He’s our own. I cheer him on everytime I see him. Maybe we just don’t like it when we lose, such fair weather fans. Far better than Shani’s stellar attitude. Talk about the self with a capital “I”.

Anyways, watch for Bode on Saturday. He’s gonna bring it.

In Brazil, there’s no such thing as Valentine’s Day

So I’m watching It’s a Big Big World and Snook turns to us and says, “Is everyone just walking away from me, or am I just stoned?” Another thing about this show–Bob the Anteater is sooo freakin’ annoying and he’s supposed to be. It teaches your child tolerance for whiney spineless friends they might meet (love one, love all) in life. Still though, I wish Bugs would smite Bob with an anvil. Yes, I grew with a different generation of animated entertainment. The maiming kind.

Today is Valentine’s Day. Blech. It actually started with Catholics, but in 1969 they we’re cleaning house on saints and dropped Valentino’s day as an official church holiday. So, after you drop a load of cash on roses and crotchless panties, stop by this link. Interesting stuff on Valentine’s Day. I like how they had to lock it down because of vandals.

Rhen is watching his Baby Einstein vid right now. It’s the farm one. He absolutely loves it. He’s sitting, leaning against my legs all cashed out, just chilllin’ and watching the show. No crawling or destroying the DVD player. I’m so thrilled, my boy has learned how to passively watch television. I’d check to see if his jaw is slightly ajar for proper mouth breathing, but that just might be too much to ask for at this point in his development.

2005. Man, what a year

The approaching end of a year means many things, but one thing you can always count on are the many lists that will be made remembering it. Enjoy.

PS–I highly recommned the (nsfw) Bad Sex In Fiction Shortlist. Hilarious and raunchy. A sample:

“Ooh-la-la!” she breathed as he smelt the clean aroma of her short bobbed hair and the rain-sodden grass around it. “Oooh-la-jolly well-la!”

I dunno, I guess if you’re at work and they’re uptight about sex talk and monitor online activity, I would save it for home. In other words, NSFW. I’ll put that tag forward now

Christmas Brandâ„¢

Hey Amigos! It’s been a long time since I rapped at you. Ok, whatever. So I just stole that from The Onionâ„¢. Sue me. Everyone plagiarizes. Watch The Simpsonsâ„¢.

Anyways, it has been retail madness for the last week, and frankly, I’m sick of it. People take a little time to breathe. In and out. Exhale. There are plenty of the Cabbage Patch Gigglesâ„¢ dolls to be had. We have cartons of twelve in the stockroom. We have more coming in shipments, three times a week. Breathe. Yes, it might be possible to get the hair color of your child. Maybe even the eye color and a “born on” date that is close to your darling daughter, but you’re going to have to step off from me. Check it. “Step off”, totally stolen from Seinfeldâ„¢. Yes, we will have more DVD players, more copies of Madonna’s new CD, more Nanosâ„¢, more everything. Just take it easy. Xbox 360â„¢? I dunno. You’re on your own on that little hot item.

Don’t get me wrong. I love Christmas. Birth of Christ. Good guy. Son of God? Who knows, but Jesus was a good man. He was a carpenter. Built things and made people’s lives better. Building homes, roofs, cabinets. What’s not to like about a carpenter?

I’m not even against the whole big box shallow kill your television consumer frenzy. Fine, protest the brainless holiday consumerism buy making a soup bowl out of twigs. Or go ahead and buy. People buy gifts to say, “Hey, I totally thought about you and how much I love you and happy you’re in my life” when they pick out that maple tv dinner tray and table set for you. You will know this when you look into their hopeful eyes as the word “convenient” appears underneath the torn wrapping paper. Christmas is about love regardless of what the holy rollers and anti-materialists say(oooh, i dunno what else to call them).

So go ahead, celebrate the birth of JC with a new Melitaâ„¢ single cup coffe maker. It’s coffee haus fresh, and Jesus would want it that way. It’s his party.