TOO HOT FOR ANYTHING BUT TV.
The whole damn country's under a massive heat wave, and New Jersey is no exception. Going outside feels like being poached, so indoors in front of the TV it is, with the AC on max cool.
So I just started catching up on Necessary Roughness, strictly for Marc Blucas, you understand.
Conclusions:
1. I hate Callie Thorne.
2. Terrence King is very clearly Terrell Owens.
3. Marc Blucas is still playing Riley Finn. This time, it's just Riley with a football in his hands.
4. Unless they settle the stupid NFL lockout / players' strike / whatever stupid crap soon, THIS WILL BE THE CLOSEST I GET TO FOOTBALL THIS SEASON, DAMMIT.
Of course, Item Number Three does not make me love him any less . . . I'm just not sure how long I can put up with Callie Thorne, who seriously gets on my nerves. I didn't like her in Rescue Me, and I'm not crazy about her character now.
I'm not sure how long the appeal of Marc Blucas will hold out over the distaste.
Other than that, I'm not seeing anything too interesting about the show. It seems fairly formulaic-- you know, spunky female lead struggling to balance work and family life while negotiating the chaos of the newly single-- and I'm like, yeah, whatever. I just can't relate.
So, you know, I'll watch it until the appeal of Marc Blucas can no longer overcome the boredom factor, and then I'm sure I'll find something else.
On the plus side, it's nice for him, that he's managed to land a lead role in a series again. Guess he doesn't have to worry about eating oatmeal for a while.
Although he did marry Ryan Haddon last year, and if she's anything like she was when she was married to Christian Slater, she'll be the expensive sort, so the steady paycheck will probably do him some good. Ooh, meow, yes, I know.
On another note, I've also been watching Teen Wolf. It's surprisingly enjoyable so far-- then again, I like The Vampire Diaries, so I am perhaps not the most reliable critic available.
I also tend to base my viewing choices on the quantity and the quality of the pretty, so again . . . questionable validity in the decision-making department.
Still, Teen Wolf definitely is not lacking in the pretty, with plenty of it to go around . . . covering all the types, too. We've got dark hair and light eyes, dark hair and dark eyes, light hair and light eyes . . . there's also Bad Boy Hiding Dreadful Family Secret, Abercrombie Jock With Ace Up His Sleeve, Geeky Best Friend With Heart of Gold--- shall I continue?
My supervisor has a thing for werewolves, so I pimped her in, and now we're arguing about who we think might be the alpha wolf. Personally, my money's on the dweeb teacher-- not the coach ( who I suspect is soon to be wolf chow ), but the other one we see a lot of, the weedy-looking one with the glasses. Mr. Harris, I think is his name? I thought he was the science teacher at first, but maybe it's something else, I'm not really sure now, and they're not terribly worried about continuity, so it's hard to tell for sure.
Abrupt ending here, as the dog is demanding her walk, despite the fact that it is still 82 degrees outside and within fifty yards, she's going to be demanding that we go back inside. I'm sure tomorrow, I'll have more TV to discuss.
So I just started catching up on Necessary Roughness, strictly for Marc Blucas, you understand.
Conclusions:
1. I hate Callie Thorne.
2. Terrence King is very clearly Terrell Owens.
3. Marc Blucas is still playing Riley Finn. This time, it's just Riley with a football in his hands.
4. Unless they settle the stupid NFL lockout / players' strike / whatever stupid crap soon, THIS WILL BE THE CLOSEST I GET TO FOOTBALL THIS SEASON, DAMMIT.
Of course, Item Number Three does not make me love him any less . . . I'm just not sure how long I can put up with Callie Thorne, who seriously gets on my nerves. I didn't like her in Rescue Me, and I'm not crazy about her character now.
I'm not sure how long the appeal of Marc Blucas will hold out over the distaste.
Other than that, I'm not seeing anything too interesting about the show. It seems fairly formulaic-- you know, spunky female lead struggling to balance work and family life while negotiating the chaos of the newly single-- and I'm like, yeah, whatever. I just can't relate.
So, you know, I'll watch it until the appeal of Marc Blucas can no longer overcome the boredom factor, and then I'm sure I'll find something else.
On the plus side, it's nice for him, that he's managed to land a lead role in a series again. Guess he doesn't have to worry about eating oatmeal for a while.
Although he did marry Ryan Haddon last year, and if she's anything like she was when she was married to Christian Slater, she'll be the expensive sort, so the steady paycheck will probably do him some good. Ooh, meow, yes, I know.
On another note, I've also been watching Teen Wolf. It's surprisingly enjoyable so far-- then again, I like The Vampire Diaries, so I am perhaps not the most reliable critic available.
I also tend to base my viewing choices on the quantity and the quality of the pretty, so again . . . questionable validity in the decision-making department.
Still, Teen Wolf definitely is not lacking in the pretty, with plenty of it to go around . . . covering all the types, too. We've got dark hair and light eyes, dark hair and dark eyes, light hair and light eyes . . . there's also Bad Boy Hiding Dreadful Family Secret, Abercrombie Jock With Ace Up His Sleeve, Geeky Best Friend With Heart of Gold--- shall I continue?
My supervisor has a thing for werewolves, so I pimped her in, and now we're arguing about who we think might be the alpha wolf. Personally, my money's on the dweeb teacher-- not the coach ( who I suspect is soon to be wolf chow ), but the other one we see a lot of, the weedy-looking one with the glasses. Mr. Harris, I think is his name? I thought he was the science teacher at first, but maybe it's something else, I'm not really sure now, and they're not terribly worried about continuity, so it's hard to tell for sure.
Abrupt ending here, as the dog is demanding her walk, despite the fact that it is still 82 degrees outside and within fifty yards, she's going to be demanding that we go back inside. I'm sure tomorrow, I'll have more TV to discuss.