I spam so I don't lose my fucking mind, basically.
It's Eric Szmanda's birthday today! Happy birthday, Eric!
Dear Katie Holmes,
Please get off my show. Kthxbai.
It was nice to see some of the dancers from past seasons again, I admit. I enjoyed the 100th episode more than I expected, though I'd have rather seen Hok dancing his own style than the weirdo hummingbird routine again.
And I finally figured out what bugged me about the Travis/Heidi routine everyone else loved so much: it's the music. Usually I don't pay that much attention to the screen until the dance starts, so I often miss the song information they put up at the beginning of the dance. I know that song, though, because it is the theme from Bagdad Cafe, which is one of my favorite movies of all time.
That was not Jevetta Steele singing it, however, and it took until last night for me to realize the reason it annoys me so much is because it's fucking Celine Dion. Of course! I should have known; Mia has a major boner for Celine. It's pretty gross. And apt, when you stop to think about Mia.
Anyway, I enjoyed the episode, though I cried a tiny emo tear for poor Jason and Janette. I like Ade and all, but Melissa bugs me and I'm bitter that the cancer routine saved them when clearly they would have been next if not for the emotional manipulation in this week's dance. Such is the frustration of being a slave reality TV.
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I've only seen half the episode so far, but I did get to see Josh's stupid face right at the beginning, which was nice. It was all Very! Dramatic! this week. So far, anyway. I'm really not sorry to have to take a break in the middle of the episode, to be honest with you.
My blood pressure shot up during the entire Jonathan/Fortner confrontation, mainly because Jonathan is such a fucking tool, and if anyone on that boat plays to the cameras, it's him, so hello, very black kettle, please get over yourself. If they'd fired Fortner...well, I would still watch the show since I'm in it for the Jake/Josh slash, but I'd hate the Time Bandit probably almost as much as I hate the Wizard, which is a lot.
I had to pause it just as Edgar started talking about someone getting a six inch splinter in their ass. I can only assume he was talking about Matt, since Jake wasn't there to be his usual idiotic self. I'll watch the rest later, but first I have to mow my lawn before my neighbors get home. I prefer not to look at them if I don't have to, since they are kind of assholes.
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My good mood from yesterday has more or less evaporated in the face of my fucking job, mainly because of a particularly painful staff meeting this morning, but also because of an offhand comment made by a coworker which sent my insecure self into overdrive. I really thought I was making some progress on that front. ::sigh:: I'm too fucking old for this nonsense.
However, Favorite Coworker handed me two tickets to see David Cook this morning, which is fucking awesome. I didn't even know he was coming to town! So I am taking my sister, since my coworker won't stay up that late. (She's 60. It happens.) It's not Elliott Yamin at the Bijou, but it's almost as good. Best part: Green River Ordinance opens for him. I saw them with duckduck at Basilica two weeks ago, and there are so many in jokes about them I don't even know where to start. Though I imagine I will be hearing a lot of, "Are you excited for David Cook?" during their set.
I'm leaving work at 1:00 today, so hey, that's something too. Last night I decided I would run three miles on the treadmill instead of reacquainting myself with the spin bike. Boy, are my knees ever pissed.
Dear Katie Holmes,
Please get off my show. Kthxbai.
It was nice to see some of the dancers from past seasons again, I admit. I enjoyed the 100th episode more than I expected, though I'd have rather seen Hok dancing his own style than the weirdo hummingbird routine again.
And I finally figured out what bugged me about the Travis/Heidi routine everyone else loved so much: it's the music. Usually I don't pay that much attention to the screen until the dance starts, so I often miss the song information they put up at the beginning of the dance. I know that song, though, because it is the theme from Bagdad Cafe, which is one of my favorite movies of all time.
That was not Jevetta Steele singing it, however, and it took until last night for me to realize the reason it annoys me so much is because it's fucking Celine Dion. Of course! I should have known; Mia has a major boner for Celine. It's pretty gross. And apt, when you stop to think about Mia.
Anyway, I enjoyed the episode, though I cried a tiny emo tear for poor Jason and Janette. I like Ade and all, but Melissa bugs me and I'm bitter that the cancer routine saved them when clearly they would have been next if not for the emotional manipulation in this week's dance. Such is the frustration of being a slave reality TV.
~
I've only seen half the episode so far, but I did get to see Josh's stupid face right at the beginning, which was nice. It was all Very! Dramatic! this week. So far, anyway. I'm really not sorry to have to take a break in the middle of the episode, to be honest with you.
My blood pressure shot up during the entire Jonathan/Fortner confrontation, mainly because Jonathan is such a fucking tool, and if anyone on that boat plays to the cameras, it's him, so hello, very black kettle, please get over yourself. If they'd fired Fortner...well, I would still watch the show since I'm in it for the Jake/Josh slash, but I'd hate the Time Bandit probably almost as much as I hate the Wizard, which is a lot.
I had to pause it just as Edgar started talking about someone getting a six inch splinter in their ass. I can only assume he was talking about Matt, since Jake wasn't there to be his usual idiotic self. I'll watch the rest later, but first I have to mow my lawn before my neighbors get home. I prefer not to look at them if I don't have to, since they are kind of assholes.
~
My good mood from yesterday has more or less evaporated in the face of my fucking job, mainly because of a particularly painful staff meeting this morning, but also because of an offhand comment made by a coworker which sent my insecure self into overdrive. I really thought I was making some progress on that front. ::sigh:: I'm too fucking old for this nonsense.
However, Favorite Coworker handed me two tickets to see David Cook this morning, which is fucking awesome. I didn't even know he was coming to town! So I am taking my sister, since my coworker won't stay up that late. (She's 60. It happens.) It's not Elliott Yamin at the Bijou, but it's almost as good. Best part: Green River Ordinance opens for him. I saw them with duckduck at Basilica two weeks ago, and there are so many in jokes about them I don't even know where to start. Though I imagine I will be hearing a lot of, "Are you excited for David Cook?" during their set.
I'm leaving work at 1:00 today, so hey, that's something too. Last night I decided I would run three miles on the treadmill instead of reacquainting myself with the spin bike. Boy, are my knees ever pissed.