Categories: opinion, television, news, me

I finished enough of the website I was working on this week that I can take a few days break . You can see it
here if you want to see why I had to drop the blog for a bit.
Yep. That's the pinball machine, so you know what that means. Random thoughts:
Evidently I look like a friendly person to strange young children. Three times today (the only three times I made a stop in public) little kids said "Hi" to me. Coincidentally they were all with their mothers and all three mothers were relatively attractive. It almost made me think about borrowing a small child from a friend (Peter) so that that child could break the ice for me with random chicks in public. Had these women I saw today not been married, I would have totally had my foot in the door. As it was, I just tried to be certain I had a smile on my face and was in the most non-threatening/molesting stance when they turned around to see who their child was talking to.
I wonder how much longer it will be until I stop gawking at female joggers on the sidewalk while I am driving. Some day it will cause me to get in an accident. Typically it is a four step process: "do I know her?", "is she hot?", "is she hot for her age?" followed by the overall assesment of workout attire and the factoring in sweaty-face workout curve.
Thanks to a mathematical error on the part of my parents, I now have a 32 inch TV sitting 2.5 feet from the end of my bed.
Is anyone else as surprised as I am that
Will & Grace is just now in its last season? I thought that happened last year with some kind of faux-marriage between Will and Grace. But then I saw the commercial for the last three episodes the other day.
I thought I hated Wilmer Valderrama just for banging Lindsay Lohan when she was hot. Then I saw
Yo Mama. Seriously, has anyone ever done so much as a one-trick pony? The only people that come to mind are Antonio Banderas and Salma Hayek. Is there another type of cash I should know about? Because Wilmer seems to want to make it clear he is giving away cash
-money.Speaking of MTV, I am not one to normally advocate child abuse but someone has to do something about these
My Super Sweet 16 kids. That one kid, L.A. Reid's son, was the biggest punk bitch I have ever seen. I am sure it would be cool to go to that party and fake being his friend but at some point I think I would need to put him in his place.
I have a serious crisis coming in the near future.
Rescue Me is set to return to FX on May 30th but
8th & Ocean is the highlight of my Tuesday nights. The stunningly hollow conversations between everyone except Adrian and Sean are comedic gold. At this point I am desperately hoping for someone to take a chance on
Late Night with Vinci and Teddy to possibly replace Conan O'Brien when he takes over for Leno. Strange that I have only mentioned the guys on the show, but it seems like the girls can't go three sentences with some type of emotional breakdown.
Here is an interesting thought. While we are all bitching and moaning about how to get gasoline back under $2.50 per gallon, what are the airlines doing? I ask because the entire world is squabbling about hybrid, electric or alternative fuel automobiles. I haven't once seen anyone address hybrid, eletric or alternative aircraft. If the end is near (say within 50 years) for petroleum, how are the airlines going to survive? You can bet your ass I will never hop on an electric plane, and that they are not going to flush a multi-billion dollar industry. I think that is how we should determine when the global petroleum situation becomes a crisis.
Between the new VW Jetta ads and that Allstate ad that has finally subsided, I think I have had just about enough jarring, blindside car accidents to last me a lifetime. I got T-boned by a Ford F-250 that ran a red light at about 45 mph just over two years ago and it still freaks me out. I walked away without a scratch (the car was totaled), but the way my Taurus stood up made me buy another one. I assume that is what they are going for in the VW commercials, but the reminder isn't exactly drumming up positive memories. I can't imagine I am the only one.
What is up with naming that gymnastics movie
Stick It? Is it supposed to be a double-entendre? Or am I a disgusting sociopath?
I guess that is all for now. I am either headed to the bar to celebrate multiple birthdays or I am going to watch Charlize Theron
get raped in a coal mine in
North Country. Quite a fork in the road if I do so say so myself.
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