This has truely been a boring sunday.
I mean you know Sundays have always been boring. I know I don't do much on Sundays, I am usually sick but today I have a headache and I have a terrible pain in the legs and arms. My muscles feel weak. The weather isn't much help either. Today is Father's day and well I am stuck inside again. The whole thing with Amy is still worse off then before. It seems like this fight will last another day. So why fight it right.
Today, I am planning on staying home and relaxing at home and watch a dvd. I am thinking of watching either Superman or try to sleep. Well I finished earlier this weekend watching The Prisoner the entire series. That to me was pretty cool. I liked that show, it was a great series, and to think they don't make good shows like that anymore. Patrick McGoohan is a terrific actor. He played King Longshanks in Braveheart. I am thinking I am going to buy the series or at least order it from Barnes & Nobles and use the money I save from the house cleaning to buy it.
Well, I don't know what to do today. Infact, I don't know what to do tommorow either. Hell, it kind of sucks when Ihave no plans. I used to have plans. Now I just feel like they are all tossed up in the air. Last night, I went out to eat with my parents and I tried to see Amy before getting in a wreck which nearly killed me. So I have a swollen arm. That sucks. So I have a swollen arm and a terrible headache.
My eyes are so droopy that I feel like I am going to hit the keyboard falling asleep,but I also know that once I hit the pillow I won't sleep.
Nothing is on t.v. and I am bored. :-(. I am hungry too. I am going to raid the refrigrator. See what can I. Hopefully there are some hotpockets left or some meat balls. At least that will fill me up. Hmm! I did the tacky room added some pictures on my wall. I think I am going to ask mom to take me to Barnes and Nobles so I can pick up some post cards of pictures of comedians to put on my wall. Hopefully she says yes. i really need to get out of the house. My feet are killing me. Hmm. I hate lupus. I just wish I knew what to do.:-( AH I GOT AN IDEA!
NAH!
Well I will write more later.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Saturday, June 18, 2005
So Dick Durbin hates the Military.So Freaking What.
Senator Dick Durbin (D-IL) is a good man and I understand what he really meant by comparing the treatment of prisoners at Gitmo to Stalin, Hitler, and Paul Pot. He wasn’t bashing the troops, but the government policy of torture. And no, the torture policy of the US isn’t equal to the three regimes Durbin mentioned, but any torture is bad no matter who does it and to what extent. The German Nazis torturing Jews is torture, but so is US policy of allowing prisoners to defecate on themselves and to attack them with dogs. There’s also a difference between “comparing” and “equating”. Equating is like saying 3=3. Comparing is like saying 3 and 5 are both prime numbers, odd numbers, and less than 6. So Durbin was comparing, not equating. Also, Durbin wasn’t blaming the troops or blaming the US, but bush and the government policy. The guards at the prison were just using tactics given to them by the bushies to soften up and torture the prisoners for some reason I don’t know. So Durbin was actually “blaming the government”. Hmmmmm that sounds like what a conservative would do. But the conservatives now own all four branches of the government, so they fuck their own platform. I think bush and the ‘cans are the ones who really hate the troops; they send them to die in a war that was fought because of a lie.
I can talk about torture and moral relativism until the cows come home, but let me say one final thing about Durbin: HE SAID NOTHING WRONG. Why don’t we talk about all the ‘cans comparing liberals to Stalinists and Nazis. Rush limbaugh, the vulgar pigboy keeps calling feminists “feminazis” just for wanting equal pay and opportunities. And look what I found on his limbaugh’s quote page at his website today:
“Since the fall of the Soviet empire, the new home of socialists and quasi-communists is the environmental movement.”
Whoa whoa whoa, is limbaugh-the-hut morally “equating” Stalin, Castro, Lenin, Mao, Krushchev, Kim Jong Ill, and Paul Pot to environmentalists who keep our air, water, and land clean? Or is he “comparing”? Heh heh
I can talk about torture and moral relativism until the cows come home, but let me say one final thing about Durbin: HE SAID NOTHING WRONG. Why don’t we talk about all the ‘cans comparing liberals to Stalinists and Nazis. Rush limbaugh, the vulgar pigboy keeps calling feminists “feminazis” just for wanting equal pay and opportunities. And look what I found on his limbaugh’s quote page at his website today:
“Since the fall of the Soviet empire, the new home of socialists and quasi-communists is the environmental movement.”
Whoa whoa whoa, is limbaugh-the-hut morally “equating” Stalin, Castro, Lenin, Mao, Krushchev, Kim Jong Ill, and Paul Pot to environmentalists who keep our air, water, and land clean? Or is he “comparing”? Heh heh
Well! :-)
I figured I had a wonderful morning except I had a fight with Amy. I am still trying hard to figure out what I did wrong. Well I think I did a few things wrong like I had see Lise. The terrible witch of an ex. I also compaired Amy to Lise. Which was a terrible mistake,in my own part. I also did a few things I shouldn't do I had a pint of Smithwicks and a glass of water. I should of gotten a coke or something. I was so angry seeing Lise and Leslie that I took it out on Amy. So we are pretty much in non speaking terms for today. I also talked with these other ladies at the other end of the table, just talking with them. She said it was ok that I talked with them, but I can tell with her body language it was like No. I am so confused.
My heart feels funny after this fight, I know I have done a lot to hurt our relationship and I am trying to figure out what to do to fix it. I know I am in the dog house and the only way out is to fix it without sounding like I am fake.
Emotions are killing me, I have hard to figure out, part of me is sad, part of me is releaved. I don't know how to feel. I did to much or I did to little. I know I shouldn't let my emotions carry me and I shouldn't leash it out on the women I love. I did that before and that is why I was single for so long. I keep all my emotions inside and attack on people. I do that with every1 even my parents.
Well, ok aside from the fight I had a good morning I woke up and I started moving really funny I guess I had my head full with emotions. Well, can't figure out what to do, whether I should call her or should I let her call me.
The weather outside is hot and sticky and I am staying inside. It couldn't be much worse then it is now. I am staying in and going to grab my clothes out the dryer and fold them. Then I am going to shower and look nice to go stay in with my parents.
Well today Tulane is in the College World Series so I am going to watch the game with Dad. Pretty boring day. I am so torn between staying at home and feeling sad or going out. I think I am going to shower and shave.
I need to cheer myself up.
My heart feels funny after this fight, I know I have done a lot to hurt our relationship and I am trying to figure out what to do to fix it. I know I am in the dog house and the only way out is to fix it without sounding like I am fake.
Emotions are killing me, I have hard to figure out, part of me is sad, part of me is releaved. I don't know how to feel. I did to much or I did to little. I know I shouldn't let my emotions carry me and I shouldn't leash it out on the women I love. I did that before and that is why I was single for so long. I keep all my emotions inside and attack on people. I do that with every1 even my parents.
Well, ok aside from the fight I had a good morning I woke up and I started moving really funny I guess I had my head full with emotions. Well, can't figure out what to do, whether I should call her or should I let her call me.
The weather outside is hot and sticky and I am staying inside. It couldn't be much worse then it is now. I am staying in and going to grab my clothes out the dryer and fold them. Then I am going to shower and look nice to go stay in with my parents.
Well today Tulane is in the College World Series so I am going to watch the game with Dad. Pretty boring day. I am so torn between staying at home and feeling sad or going out. I think I am going to shower and shave.
I need to cheer myself up.
Friday, June 17, 2005
What a long day
I can't believe my day has been so boring. I spent half of the day either at home writing or cleaning or doing laundry or at the gallery waiting to go home. My muscles were killing me earlier but now they feel fine.
I am trying to figure out what I am going to do tonight. If I am going to see Amy or if I am staying home. Its hot outside and yet I feel hot inside. I feel as if I live in the freaking desert. What the hell. Am I really in the Sahara or what.
I think, that today has been a really boring day. I was also at Nancy's for 30 minutes and then it was at the Gallery for the rest of the day. I worked on set up an invoice software which took forever and then I went upstairs to talk with Bob. I was so bored that I felt like I was going to fall asleep.
I am trying to figure out what I am going to do tonight. If I am going to see Amy or if I am staying home. Its hot outside and yet I feel hot inside. I feel as if I live in the freaking desert. What the hell. Am I really in the Sahara or what.
I think, that today has been a really boring day. I was also at Nancy's for 30 minutes and then it was at the Gallery for the rest of the day. I worked on set up an invoice software which took forever and then I went upstairs to talk with Bob. I was so bored that I felt like I was going to fall asleep.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Enter the gnome
Pronounce the g's
The gnome on my windowsill told me not to do it. The sun was making his face burn, he said, so stop gnawing and move me into the shade. That’s what he said. After I had made significant progress on the twine, that’s when I picked him up. I told him to stop bossing me around, because he is only plastic. Not to mention 10 inches tall. I put him back down in the same spot, to see if he would notice. He isn’t too clever, this gnome. But I guess more so than I thought. The screech coming from him was enough to get anyone to obey.He was perpetually gnoming up my day.What I was doing with the twine was I was gnawing it. Incidentally, I was also gnawing on my lip. Only this was by accident. I was trying to untie a package. Who ties packages with twine these days? It’s the twenty-first century for crying out loud. I didn’t really. Naturally, this whole conversation was in my head.Inside was a pot. Inside the pot was dirt. Inside the dirt was a seed, which was now a bursting orchid. Bursting in that it was purple and heliotrope and then bright white. Bursting with color.I put it into the sun filled spot previously occupied by Grumpy McGnomey. HA! I told him, this orchid won’t complain. Finally I can have some peace and quiet around here.
The gnome on my windowsill told me not to do it. The sun was making his face burn, he said, so stop gnawing and move me into the shade. That’s what he said. After I had made significant progress on the twine, that’s when I picked him up. I told him to stop bossing me around, because he is only plastic. Not to mention 10 inches tall. I put him back down in the same spot, to see if he would notice. He isn’t too clever, this gnome. But I guess more so than I thought. The screech coming from him was enough to get anyone to obey.He was perpetually gnoming up my day.What I was doing with the twine was I was gnawing it. Incidentally, I was also gnawing on my lip. Only this was by accident. I was trying to untie a package. Who ties packages with twine these days? It’s the twenty-first century for crying out loud. I didn’t really. Naturally, this whole conversation was in my head.Inside was a pot. Inside the pot was dirt. Inside the dirt was a seed, which was now a bursting orchid. Bursting in that it was purple and heliotrope and then bright white. Bursting with color.I put it into the sun filled spot previously occupied by Grumpy McGnomey. HA! I told him, this orchid won’t complain. Finally I can have some peace and quiet around here.
Hockey is not on
A barren, hockeyless land
So I have learned that there is no International Hockey World Championship coverage at all in the US. Because ESPN refused to buy coverage (claiming something to do with the hockey strike), and because the other TV channels couldn't afford to.
The only way to watch online (as far as I can see) is through Mediazone. This costs $7.99 per quarter final game, and $9.99 per semi/medal game. Or $39.99 for an all-access pass. Fox cut a deal with Mediazone to offer coverage for a bargain: $34.99, but the Fox Sports Grill in town isn't even showing it.
I sucked it up and spent the ten-spot on the Gold medal game since Canada (more or less undeservedly) made it to the finals. God knows where Mediazone got their commentators, but the experience was a far cry from Hockey Night in Canada, or TSN. One commentator had a British accent, and the other sounded Dutch. Or South African. Or something. All of these countries known for their hockey, of course.
The live streaming was decent, I suppose, but deficiencies (either on my end or theirs) tended to make the whole game look like a slow-mo replay. I could rarely see the puck, as it moved faster than the transmission could show.
In future, I will hunt out a good sports bar with a satellite dish that carries TSN and I will arrange to watch all the games there. I recommend that any sports bar in a non-Hockey town that is looking to carve a niche should really try to cater to all of us Canadian ex-pats who love and miss hockey -- even if just because it reminds us of home.
So I have learned that there is no International Hockey World Championship coverage at all in the US. Because ESPN refused to buy coverage (claiming something to do with the hockey strike), and because the other TV channels couldn't afford to.
The only way to watch online (as far as I can see) is through Mediazone. This costs $7.99 per quarter final game, and $9.99 per semi/medal game. Or $39.99 for an all-access pass. Fox cut a deal with Mediazone to offer coverage for a bargain: $34.99, but the Fox Sports Grill in town isn't even showing it.
I sucked it up and spent the ten-spot on the Gold medal game since Canada (more or less undeservedly) made it to the finals. God knows where Mediazone got their commentators, but the experience was a far cry from Hockey Night in Canada, or TSN. One commentator had a British accent, and the other sounded Dutch. Or South African. Or something. All of these countries known for their hockey, of course.
The live streaming was decent, I suppose, but deficiencies (either on my end or theirs) tended to make the whole game look like a slow-mo replay. I could rarely see the puck, as it moved faster than the transmission could show.
In future, I will hunt out a good sports bar with a satellite dish that carries TSN and I will arrange to watch all the games there. I recommend that any sports bar in a non-Hockey town that is looking to carve a niche should really try to cater to all of us Canadian ex-pats who love and miss hockey -- even if just because it reminds us of home.
Monday, June 13, 2005
Canuck N Texas attacking the Accent Police
Yes, I have an accent.
Where are you from?I am asked at least once a week where I am from. My accent is so strong that even the middle-eastern lady at the sandwich shop, and the cashier at my grocery store notice right away and ask me where I'm from. Or maybe that's just because I said "Please" and "Thank you".Either way, I know I speak Canadian. There are some pointed differences, outside of the ubiquitous "Eh?" that punctuates my verbal language and the obvious spelling variations that characterize the written.- I say a purse-lipped, prudish "out" and "about", while my American friends yawn a lazy, slack-jawed "aout" and "abaout".- When I was in grade five, my American friends were in fifth grade.- When I'm sorry, I'm SO-rry. When they're sorry, they're sah-rry.- My Canadian teachers set exams, I write them, they grade them and I hope to get a good mark. American teachers write exams, the students take them and hope to get good grades.- I say "you're welcome". Americans say "uh-huh", "yup", or "sure".- My Mum and my girlfriend MOM get along splendidly.- When get pissed, it often doesn't mean I'm angry.- The last letter of the alphabet is zed.There are lots of other examples -- I won't bore you with an exhaustive list.a secret: I'm terrified of losing my accent
Where are you from?I am asked at least once a week where I am from. My accent is so strong that even the middle-eastern lady at the sandwich shop, and the cashier at my grocery store notice right away and ask me where I'm from. Or maybe that's just because I said "Please" and "Thank you".Either way, I know I speak Canadian. There are some pointed differences, outside of the ubiquitous "Eh?" that punctuates my verbal language and the obvious spelling variations that characterize the written.- I say a purse-lipped, prudish "out" and "about", while my American friends yawn a lazy, slack-jawed "aout" and "abaout".- When I was in grade five, my American friends were in fifth grade.- When I'm sorry, I'm SO-rry. When they're sorry, they're sah-rry.- My Canadian teachers set exams, I write them, they grade them and I hope to get a good mark. American teachers write exams, the students take them and hope to get good grades.- I say "you're welcome". Americans say "uh-huh", "yup", or "sure".- My Mum and my girlfriend MOM get along splendidly.- When get pissed, it often doesn't mean I'm angry.- The last letter of the alphabet is zed.There are lots of other examples -- I won't bore you with an exhaustive list.a secret: I'm terrified of losing my accent
It has been a long weekend.
Well,
I haven't done much writing this weekend so I thought I write something today. This past weekend I watched sports and sat around home watching more sports. I know nothing exciting. Well the weather has been typical Houston hot for summer and I haven't enjoyed the great excitement of the summer days.
On Friday I spent the day t KPFT at the Living Art Studio before heading back home. The show was a total disaster, it was supposed to be a clip show of the best of 3 years but it looked like they chopped off most of the interviews that they aired previously and put them together in one whole show. So that was terrible. I decided afterwards I would come home and relax. I didn't do much relaxing I was back on my feet cleaning up the den and living room.
After I did that I decided that on Friday I should just relax and chill. So thats what I did.
Saturday rolled around and like most Saturdays I tend to get bored staying home,well this Saturday had two sporting events I wanted to see Rice Vrs Tulane and The Belmont. Well after thinking that dad was going with me to BW3s to watch the Tulane game, I thought it would be cool if I meet a friend there to go watch it with us. Well change of plans, the game was on TV. So of course, Dad didn't needed to be there so I told him I would just need a ride to the place to meet my friend. Well my friend didn't show up either but I did meet Peter Mcdonald. Peter is this 50ish old guy with a beach hat who reminds me of southern Woody Allen. Nicest guy in the world and neurotic to the bone but funny as hell. I met him when I was part of the Rally club at Rice. So of course seeing him was exciting enough to watch the game and it sure beat staying at home cooped up staying another boring Saturday at the house. So while watching the game we order food I ordered a chicken wrap and he order wings. He ordered a bucket of beer for us to split. Well, when it came to split the check, I thought I was ordering cheap Oh boy was I wrong . I paid 22 dollars. I felt ripped off. I felt like I blew a load of money which I didn't have on something I really didn't care for the beer but I thought OK we would split it. I enjoyed my diet coke.
Afterwards I was feeling a little depressed that I spent half of my money with Pete, also at the fact that Tulane lost. I felt that I needed to do something that night, so I figured I needed to do something that night. I needed to do something to do something to keep myself off the edge off of blowing off my hard earned money. I can home and watched the Belmont and saw that Afleet Alex won. That was awesome! I was pulling for Giacomo but he placed 4th not bad he was in the lead till the end but blew it.
After the race I wanted to do something fun. I needed to do something that night since dad was working and mom was going out and dad was working.
I called my friends to see if they wanted to do something, so I called Polly to see if she wanted to do something. So she was the only one who was free and we saw each other and hung out at Starbucks and ate at Goode Company.
She paid for it, so that was kind of fun. Polly was a really nice lady and we talked for a while till both of us were tired.
Then Sunday arrived which was fun. I woke up at 10 and I started my day at 12. I saw Amy. I thought that was fun. Amy and I spent the time MFA looking at the Baseball exhibit that was displayed which was a lot of fun. The weather was hot but we enjoyed the exhibit then afterwards we went to Hermann park and walked around hung around there for a few hours then returned home to eat barbeque and ate ribs. After we ate we left to return to Helios to Liz Keith's gone away party. The party itself was terribly boring but I did have a good time with Amy so it was not bad I saw Mariana, but it was terrible at poetry and loud music. The whole thing was just awful. But in the good news, Tulane won yesterday.
So my weekend was pretty full and I enjoyed it and I hope to have fun this week.
Well Thath as been my weekend I hope to accomplish something productive and do something good like finish my book and write a new one.
I haven't done much writing this weekend so I thought I write something today. This past weekend I watched sports and sat around home watching more sports. I know nothing exciting. Well the weather has been typical Houston hot for summer and I haven't enjoyed the great excitement of the summer days.
On Friday I spent the day t KPFT at the Living Art Studio before heading back home. The show was a total disaster, it was supposed to be a clip show of the best of 3 years but it looked like they chopped off most of the interviews that they aired previously and put them together in one whole show. So that was terrible. I decided afterwards I would come home and relax. I didn't do much relaxing I was back on my feet cleaning up the den and living room.
After I did that I decided that on Friday I should just relax and chill. So thats what I did.
Saturday rolled around and like most Saturdays I tend to get bored staying home,well this Saturday had two sporting events I wanted to see Rice Vrs Tulane and The Belmont. Well after thinking that dad was going with me to BW3s to watch the Tulane game, I thought it would be cool if I meet a friend there to go watch it with us. Well change of plans, the game was on TV. So of course, Dad didn't needed to be there so I told him I would just need a ride to the place to meet my friend. Well my friend didn't show up either but I did meet Peter Mcdonald. Peter is this 50ish old guy with a beach hat who reminds me of southern Woody Allen. Nicest guy in the world and neurotic to the bone but funny as hell. I met him when I was part of the Rally club at Rice. So of course seeing him was exciting enough to watch the game and it sure beat staying at home cooped up staying another boring Saturday at the house. So while watching the game we order food I ordered a chicken wrap and he order wings. He ordered a bucket of beer for us to split. Well, when it came to split the check, I thought I was ordering cheap Oh boy was I wrong . I paid 22 dollars. I felt ripped off. I felt like I blew a load of money which I didn't have on something I really didn't care for the beer but I thought OK we would split it. I enjoyed my diet coke.
Afterwards I was feeling a little depressed that I spent half of my money with Pete, also at the fact that Tulane lost. I felt that I needed to do something that night, so I figured I needed to do something that night. I needed to do something to do something to keep myself off the edge off of blowing off my hard earned money. I can home and watched the Belmont and saw that Afleet Alex won. That was awesome! I was pulling for Giacomo but he placed 4th not bad he was in the lead till the end but blew it.
After the race I wanted to do something fun. I needed to do something that night since dad was working and mom was going out and dad was working.
I called my friends to see if they wanted to do something, so I called Polly to see if she wanted to do something. So she was the only one who was free and we saw each other and hung out at Starbucks and ate at Goode Company.
She paid for it, so that was kind of fun. Polly was a really nice lady and we talked for a while till both of us were tired.
Then Sunday arrived which was fun. I woke up at 10 and I started my day at 12. I saw Amy. I thought that was fun. Amy and I spent the time MFA looking at the Baseball exhibit that was displayed which was a lot of fun. The weather was hot but we enjoyed the exhibit then afterwards we went to Hermann park and walked around hung around there for a few hours then returned home to eat barbeque and ate ribs. After we ate we left to return to Helios to Liz Keith's gone away party. The party itself was terribly boring but I did have a good time with Amy so it was not bad I saw Mariana, but it was terrible at poetry and loud music. The whole thing was just awful. But in the good news, Tulane won yesterday.
So my weekend was pretty full and I enjoyed it and I hope to have fun this week.
Well Thath as been my weekend I hope to accomplish something productive and do something good like finish my book and write a new one.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Last Night!
Well last night was an eventful night, I went to Helios after a year of absences I decided to return and boy did the place suck. I felt as if the place was so disappointment. I never felt so sad about returning to place that I so loved and coming back so hurt. All these poets were the same and they had the same boring and pathetic poetry. The poetry was terrible and I felt like I was going to drive my head through a wooden spike. The bartender, was clueless and didn't know how to pour a drink and made charged over priced for a Shiner. It was just a rip off. The only good thing about Helios was that I was able to see Andrew, I missed talking with him but it was like talking with an Alziemers patient talking about the same stories over and over again. The poets were the same as last year, and the new ones who were there were just as bad as the ones as the old farts.
I am glad that Amy came with me cause I know that I would of possibly left after my set and just screamed.
I am glad that Amy came with me cause I know that I would of possibly left after my set and just screamed.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
We will Miss You Mrs Robinson
Well, I am sad a little, Anne Bancroft died yesterday. Anne Bancroft who was Mel Brooks wife and who played in such films as The Graduate and Miracle Worker. She was only 72. Anne Bancroft was one of those actresses that was great in her films. She seemed to have played the roles with feeling and emotions. I know the world will miss Anne.
Today is one of those days I don't feel like going out. My plan is that I am going to stay in. I hate that I can't move without feeling pins and needles. I am planning on either spend the day watching t.v. but first I have to go to the store and then water the plants. Its a long day and this day has taken forever.
I have a terrible tummy ache. The weather outside is not fun. It has made me stuck inside again. I can't wait to leave for a cooler climate, like Canada. I am going to enjoy the nice cool breeze of the St.Lawrence and maybe it will help me get my muscles inshape. I think once I am in Montreal I am going to visit my favorite places and stop by and see if Melissa wants to hang out. I am thinking of also taking the Metro to visit the places like downtown and also the cemetary to see my brother.
Hmm, well I will rest today.
Today is one of those days I don't feel like going out. My plan is that I am going to stay in. I hate that I can't move without feeling pins and needles. I am planning on either spend the day watching t.v. but first I have to go to the store and then water the plants. Its a long day and this day has taken forever.
I have a terrible tummy ache. The weather outside is not fun. It has made me stuck inside again. I can't wait to leave for a cooler climate, like Canada. I am going to enjoy the nice cool breeze of the St.Lawrence and maybe it will help me get my muscles inshape. I think once I am in Montreal I am going to visit my favorite places and stop by and see if Melissa wants to hang out. I am thinking of also taking the Metro to visit the places like downtown and also the cemetary to see my brother.
Hmm, well I will rest today.
The madness of King Phil Spector
The Other trial of the Century. We have had enough of to many trials of this century to be dubbed the trial of the century. We had Robert Blake's murder case, Michael Jackson's molestation case and we are now faced with Phil Spector's murder case. I begin to wonder whats the deal with so many trials. Today I am looking at Phil Spector. And since I have been a big music fan since I was younger I thought I'd explore more of Phil Spector.
Any history of Phil's gunplay is pretty interesting (supposedly, he pulled a gun on the Ramones during the recording of "End of the Century"), but any discussion of evidence, no matter how shocking, pales in comparison with that hair. I mean, c'mon! Just look at it! Wow!Murder charges aside, I've always been a big Phil Spector fan. That whole "Wall of Sound" technique is one of the genius achievements in pop music, in my opinion, and his demanding (to say the least) production values gave pop an operatic boost just when it needed it. Naturally, that would all be taken too far during the "Sgt. Pepper" era, necessitating the brutal stripping-back-down the Ramones gave rock 'n' roll in the mid '70s. But Spector's girl group work still sounds pure and beautiful, and his 1963 album, "A Christmas Gift To You" is one of the finest holiday recordings ever. (I know Beatles fans bitch and moan about the production job he did on "Let It Be," but you know what? Beatles fans are a pain in the ass.)Then again, pop genius aside, Phil has always had the repulation of being a, shall we say, difficult collaborator. Besides the Ramones incident, he's rumored to have fired a gun while in the studio with John Lennon, pointed a gun at Leonard Cohen and made Ronnie Spector's life a living hell for years. And though Carole King and Gerry Goffin wrote the 1963 Crystal's single "He Hit Me (And It Felt Like A Kiss)," Phil was the one who brought it to life via the Wall of Sound. Great tune, jaw-droppingly apalling lyrics.For more of Phil's trial, keep your eyes glued to E! For more of his music, pick up the "Back to Mono" boxed set that came out in the early '90s. It includes all his hits, plus "A Christmas Gift to You" and, in case you're morbidly curious, "He Hit Me (And It Felt Like a Kiss)."
By the way, wasn't Tom Cruise supposed to be making a biopic of Phil? The story is building up to a big ending, Tom. Time to stop jumping around like a monkey on "Oprah" and get fitted for that Phil Spector wig!
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
I am so sexy it hurts.
Hey,
You know whats really good. I just had an idea. You know I am beginning to think my shower was the best that I have taken in years. Well I know it sounds stupid but hey I am showered and I feel super clean. I have taken plenty of showers in my life but I have never had the same expirences in taking one that could match the ones I had when I went to Stuebenville Ohio. While at Stuebenville, the college dorm at Franciscan had the best water pressure and the best warm water that ever hit my bare skin. I know its sounds stupid, but I hated the school,with its preachy rhetoric but the shower was amazing.
Well, the shower I just took was breath taking. I loved that I soft skin and I am enjoying my writing. Tonight, I am going to the Kemah boardwalk with Amy. I am pretty excited about that I've never been but at least I will go with a woman.
Anyway, I am pretty happy that I took a shower I am wearing my linen pants and my dress shirt. It looks good and I feel clean. I am also so clean and I smell good. Its at least a desirable look for a young woman to look for. I am wearing my new shoes and they don't hurt as much as did my sandals.
I am pretty happy about my day, I spent it either reading and writing. I like this new clean look. I think I look O.C. ish like the woman at the store said. I look like a millionaire and speaking of which I am broke. Well I have 7 bucks. I am looking for the missing 10 dollars. I thought I put them in my pants but I can't find them. So I won't be going out much this week.
Hmm. I am going to eat before I go. I can't wait to go out tonight. Well, my muscles are weaking if I don't walk around I think it would take a toll on me. I know I have written a few posts already today but this is making up for my missing.
Well I have a few films I am planning on seeing this summer, and some though I have complained a few weeks ago are remakes some just seem good to watch and the I can critizies. I want to see the new Herbie film. I am not a big fan of Lindsay Lohan but I do love that car its part of my childhood. I may want to see Mr& Mrs Smith, just because it seems so hot that Angelina Jolie is in the film.
I am also thinking of seeing though its a remake The Longest Yard, just to see if it matches up with the 70s film.
The movie worth watching in my summer film list would be Bewitched, with Nicole Kidman and Will Ferrell. I hate Will Ferrell but I did enjoy the old tv show with Elizabeth Montgomery and Dick Sergant and the Dick York. So it may seem like a funny film to watch plus it sounds like an ideal Chick flick too. Its directed b y Nora Ephorn ,who has done a lot of chick flicks that I enjoyed. My favorite You've Got Mail and Sleepless in Seattle. Those two are so cute and even for a guy they were fun to watch.
I do want to watch Cinderella Man but with Dad. I like Ron Howard and Russel Crowe especially in the first film they worked with A Beautiful Mind. I loved that film, since I simpathize with John Nash. Ron Howard best as Opie has done a great series of films as Director and Producer A Beautiful Mind, Backdraft, the remake (yes Remake can be good in some sense) Ransom.
I guess I also want to see Star Wars, not because everyone is seeing it, so I can finally understand what the big deal is. I think though I would have to watch all the Star Wars episodes before watching this one. I may also want to see it to see how gorgeous my gal Natalie looks.
Well I also want to see a lot of films this summer. I just wish I had the money to go to them.
I have a new film I am going to review Tonari no Toroto a japanese anima film from 1988. Its about two young japanese girls and there adventures with there sick mother.
lighter, less ominous precursor to Spirited Away, Hayao Miyazaki's My Neighbor Totoro is a childhood tale that holds great appeal for adults, too. Drawn in a style favoring a pleasing mix of fantasy and gentle dreams, we are pulled persistently into the world of two little girls, Mei (Chika Sakamoto) and Satsuki (Noriko Hidaka), sisters who move to the countryside with their father Tatsuo (Shigesato Itoi) when their mother (Sumi Shimamoto) becomes very ill and is hospitalized nearby. The girls enjoy the adventure of exploring their spacious if decrepit home, soon discovering that it is inhabited by harmless ghosts called "soot sprites". In the vast forest next to their house, they meet more spirits called, totoros, lead by the giant Totoro (Hitoshi Takagi), not to mention the fantastically mobile Cat Bus ghost. Again, there is absolutely nothing scary or evil about these spirits, traits that seem to have become unavoidable ingredients in most children's films. The totoros seem more akin to the comforting invisible friends that many kids create, watching and accompanying the sisters in their play and day-to-day activities. The closest thing to a scary monster in the story is the serious illness that threatens the girls' mother throughout the film, but that sickness is construed as a part of the ebb and flow of life, as opposed to a pain-filled melodramatic plot point. The essence of tranquility and grace of this film seems to mirror what life could be, if only mankind could let fear recede and embrace the unknown
Like I may of said before, I have never been a big fan of Japanese Animation mainly because some of it makes me sick, well have fits like Seizures. They are some films though that are great. I loved Spirited Away. That was a few seizuresless films but I can't watch Dragon Ball Z or Pokemon. I think each week I will find a new movie to review.
You know whats really good. I just had an idea. You know I am beginning to think my shower was the best that I have taken in years. Well I know it sounds stupid but hey I am showered and I feel super clean. I have taken plenty of showers in my life but I have never had the same expirences in taking one that could match the ones I had when I went to Stuebenville Ohio. While at Stuebenville, the college dorm at Franciscan had the best water pressure and the best warm water that ever hit my bare skin. I know its sounds stupid, but I hated the school,with its preachy rhetoric but the shower was amazing.
Well, the shower I just took was breath taking. I loved that I soft skin and I am enjoying my writing. Tonight, I am going to the Kemah boardwalk with Amy. I am pretty excited about that I've never been but at least I will go with a woman.
Anyway, I am pretty happy that I took a shower I am wearing my linen pants and my dress shirt. It looks good and I feel clean. I am also so clean and I smell good. Its at least a desirable look for a young woman to look for. I am wearing my new shoes and they don't hurt as much as did my sandals.
I am pretty happy about my day, I spent it either reading and writing. I like this new clean look. I think I look O.C. ish like the woman at the store said. I look like a millionaire and speaking of which I am broke. Well I have 7 bucks. I am looking for the missing 10 dollars. I thought I put them in my pants but I can't find them. So I won't be going out much this week.
Hmm. I am going to eat before I go. I can't wait to go out tonight. Well, my muscles are weaking if I don't walk around I think it would take a toll on me. I know I have written a few posts already today but this is making up for my missing.
Well I have a few films I am planning on seeing this summer, and some though I have complained a few weeks ago are remakes some just seem good to watch and the I can critizies. I want to see the new Herbie film. I am not a big fan of Lindsay Lohan but I do love that car its part of my childhood. I may want to see Mr& Mrs Smith, just because it seems so hot that Angelina Jolie is in the film.
I am also thinking of seeing though its a remake The Longest Yard, just to see if it matches up with the 70s film.
The movie worth watching in my summer film list would be Bewitched, with Nicole Kidman and Will Ferrell. I hate Will Ferrell but I did enjoy the old tv show with Elizabeth Montgomery and Dick Sergant and the Dick York. So it may seem like a funny film to watch plus it sounds like an ideal Chick flick too. Its directed b y Nora Ephorn ,who has done a lot of chick flicks that I enjoyed. My favorite You've Got Mail and Sleepless in Seattle. Those two are so cute and even for a guy they were fun to watch.
I do want to watch Cinderella Man but with Dad. I like Ron Howard and Russel Crowe especially in the first film they worked with A Beautiful Mind. I loved that film, since I simpathize with John Nash. Ron Howard best as Opie has done a great series of films as Director and Producer A Beautiful Mind, Backdraft, the remake (yes Remake can be good in some sense) Ransom.
I guess I also want to see Star Wars, not because everyone is seeing it, so I can finally understand what the big deal is. I think though I would have to watch all the Star Wars episodes before watching this one. I may also want to see it to see how gorgeous my gal Natalie looks.
Well I also want to see a lot of films this summer. I just wish I had the money to go to them.
I have a new film I am going to review Tonari no Toroto a japanese anima film from 1988. Its about two young japanese girls and there adventures with there sick mother.
lighter, less ominous precursor to Spirited Away, Hayao Miyazaki's My Neighbor Totoro is a childhood tale that holds great appeal for adults, too. Drawn in a style favoring a pleasing mix of fantasy and gentle dreams, we are pulled persistently into the world of two little girls, Mei (Chika Sakamoto) and Satsuki (Noriko Hidaka), sisters who move to the countryside with their father Tatsuo (Shigesato Itoi) when their mother (Sumi Shimamoto) becomes very ill and is hospitalized nearby. The girls enjoy the adventure of exploring their spacious if decrepit home, soon discovering that it is inhabited by harmless ghosts called "soot sprites". In the vast forest next to their house, they meet more spirits called, totoros, lead by the giant Totoro (Hitoshi Takagi), not to mention the fantastically mobile Cat Bus ghost. Again, there is absolutely nothing scary or evil about these spirits, traits that seem to have become unavoidable ingredients in most children's films. The totoros seem more akin to the comforting invisible friends that many kids create, watching and accompanying the sisters in their play and day-to-day activities. The closest thing to a scary monster in the story is the serious illness that threatens the girls' mother throughout the film, but that sickness is construed as a part of the ebb and flow of life, as opposed to a pain-filled melodramatic plot point. The essence of tranquility and grace of this film seems to mirror what life could be, if only mankind could let fear recede and embrace the unknown
Like I may of said before, I have never been a big fan of Japanese Animation mainly because some of it makes me sick, well have fits like Seizures. They are some films though that are great. I loved Spirited Away. That was a few seizuresless films but I can't watch Dragon Ball Z or Pokemon. I think each week I will find a new movie to review.
No laughing matters,Lisa Kudrow's Comeback Kyra Sedgewick as The Closer.and Lost's Season Finale. An overview of this summer Television Season.
Like I have ranted and said before I love T.V. and I love to write about t.v. but its pretty good to talk about this summer seasons hit & misses.
SATIRE OR PEEVISHNESS? Kudrow is valiant in her role as an aging sit-com star, but The Comeback just isn't funny enough.
TOUGH WORK, TOUGH GIRL: in The Closer, Kyra Sedgwick takes a character who could have been a Clarice-Starling-meets-Jane-Tennison wanna-be and gives her a snippy, complicated personality of her own.
Lisa Kudrow’s new HBO series The Comeback (Sundays at 9:30 p.m. on HBO beginning June 5) is billed as a comedy, but it’s the most depressing show you’re likely to see all year. If former Friends star Kudrow was determined to put ditsy Phoebe to rest, she has succeeded, and then some.
Created by Kudrow and Sex and the City producer/director Michael Patrick King (they also wrote the first two episodes), The Comeback is a scripted mock-reality series that aims to shed satirical light on the brutal truths of life for the over-40 actress in Hollywood. This might sound reminiscent of Kirstie Alley’s series Fat Actress, but the dark tone of The Comeback is closer to the British version of The Office. Like Ricky Gervais’s David Brent, Kudrow’s washed-up TV star Valerie Cherish is half-blind to how people really feel about her. Swaddled in self-importance but growing dimly aware of a chill in the air, Valerie keeps looking into the camera and offering nervous smiles and face-saving explanations of why the work offers aren’t pouring in and why even her own husband is unimpressed with her B-list fame. Once the star of the hit 1980s sit-com I’m It!, Valerie has resorted to reality TV to rekindle her career. She’s appearing in a show called The Comeback that follows her as she makes her comeback as the star of a network sit-com called Room and Bored. (The show-within-a-show-within-a-show construction is clunky and, in the first episode, confusing.)
Well, "star" is not exactly the word for Valerie’s role on Room and Bored, but she’s too proud to realize what’s going on. In a spoof of the tortured process by which shows get on the air, Valerie signs on for a sit-com about four thirtysomething career women who share an apartment, but on the first day of shooting the pilot, she finds that the network has made a few changes. Her character now shares an apartment with three nubile twentysomethings, so the age difference between Valerie and her co-stars is painfully noticeable. On the second day of shooting, the network makes another change, and the news is delivered to Valerie with barely disguised contempt by the show’s obnoxious white-boy-homie head writers. The apartment is now shared by four horny twentysomethings — two women, two men — and Valerie is to play the landlady, "Aunt Sassy," who lives upstairs and disapproves of the kids’ sexual antics. In short, she’s become Stanley Roper on Three’s Company. The point is underscored in a later scene where the cast of Room and Bored pose for publicity photos. The hot young things are up front in skimpy outfits; Valerie is far, far back, wearing Aunt Sassy’s only costume, a matronly track suit.
Kudrow is valiant in her role; she hits beautiful notes of foolishness, desperation, and heartbreak as she’s ignored or humiliated by everyone around her. But the two episodes I saw were just not funny enough; they started out on a down and stayed there, displaying none of The Office’s agile dance between dark and light. There’s also a fatal flaw in the show’s central contention that TV has no use for actresses who’ve passed their perceived sell-by date. Desperate Housewives, anyone? The Comeback isn’t satire, it’s just peevishness.
THERE’S A SCENE in The Comeback in which an anxious Valerie is caught by a hidden overhead camera in her kitchen rehearsing her lines late into the night while polishing off an entire chocolate cake. The secret-junk-food-binge motif also appears in the new TNT cop drama The Closer, which stars Kyra Sedgwick as the driven, embattled head of an almost all-male homicide unit of the LAPD. These images of ambitious women pigging out under pressure may seem like a TV cliché by now. But an image can feel cliché’d and still be rooted in truth. Is there any relationship as enduring, intense, and clandestine as the one between a woman and her food?
In The Closer (Mondays at 9 p.m. on TNT, beginning June 13), the deft and under-appreciated Sedgwick plays Deputy Police Chief Brenda Johnson, a CIA-trained Atlanta police detective who comes to Los Angeles to head the elite Priority Murder Squad. She has a reputation as being the best "closer" in law enforcement — her interrogations always yield confessions that hold up in court. She has an unerring understanding of human nature and more than a taste for theatricality; inside the interrogation room, she becomes whatever sort of woman she senses the suspect might need to confess to. Her detective skills aside, the fact that she’s female and an outsider ruffles many feathers in her new squad room, and the boys lay it on thick with the sexist remarks. But Brenda gives as good as she gets. "Excuse me, lieutenant," she smiles in a peachy drawl. "But if ah liked being called a bitch to mah face, ah’d still be married."
The Closer is a crisply entertaining cop show from Nip/Tuck producers Greer Shepherd and Michael M. Robin. The first episode is built around a decent puzzler about a dead woman found in the home of a missing software billionaire. But the most watchable thing about The Closer is Sedgwick. She takes a character who could have been a Clarice-Starling-meets-Jane-Tennison wanna-be and gives her a snippy, complicated personality of her own. Brenda is alive with a rabbity energy that suggests a woman who’s been trying to outrun personal demons for a long time. She has secrets. In the first episode, there’s an allusion to an "ethics inquiry" back in Atlanta. It’s also made clear that she has a romantic and professional history with her (married) boss, Assistant Police Chief Will Pope (J.K. Simmons from Oz).
Brenda is emotionally divided — part no-bullshit cop in charge, part insecure, lonely woman in her 40s who’s still being nagged by her parents about her bewildering career choice. And Sedgwick makes smooth and believable the transitions between the public and private Brenda. It’s tough work being a tough girl, and when the act becomes too stressful, Brenda seeks comfort in junk food. She keeps candy bars hidden in her purse, in her desk, in the bedside table in the hotel where she’s living. But like many women, Brenda wrestles with that pesky food-guilt issue. Through much of the first episode of The Closer, she fights temptation in public (she agonizes over the doughnut box in the squad room, finally takes one, walks around with it, then doesn’t eat it) but succumbs in private. At the end of the first episode, she collapses on her hotel bed with what appears to be a Hostess Ho Ho, savoring each bite of the chocolaty disk with orgasmic moans, and Sedgwick makes you feel you’re seeing the real Brenda Johnson at last. Drawn to the forbidden and the dangerous, she relaxes only when she’s indulging her secret passions in blissful isolation.
SO, YOU THOUGHT that after all those weeks of teasing, the season finale of Lost might answer a few questions. Ha! No clear look at the giant person-eating monster thingy. No polar bears. No solution to the riddle of Hurley’s "cursed" lottery numbers. No explanation for why the crazy French chick has hairless armpits despite living in the jungle for 16 years and being, you know, French.
And that mysterious metal hatch that Locke finally blasted open? Big deal — it’s a hole in the ground leading to a tunnel. A long, long, long tunnel, symbolizing perhaps the long, long, long summer ahead as Lost fans wait for J.J. Abrams and company to spin out another season of exquisite torture.
But let’s look at what we do know in light of the finale. The crazy French chick wasn’t hallucinating — there are "Others" on the island. And those Others finally showed themselves. They’re appear to be grizzled descendants of the Gorton’s fisherman, floating around in uncharted waters on a little trawler. I don’t think there was a scarier moment on TV this year than when Michael and his fellow survivors on the makeshift raft thought they were being rescued by the boat full of old weirdos and then the lead weirdo said to Michael with surreal pleasantness, "The thing is, we’re going to have to take your boy."
Well, it’s nice to know that you weren’t just being paranoid about Michael’s boy, Walt. The kid is, it seems, the key to the mystery. Ever wonder why, of all the passengers on the plane, there seems to have been only one child? The crash was orchestrated, I’m telling you. And it’s because of Walt. Of all the survivors, his back story is the sketchiest. Over the season, we saw at least four allusions to Walt creeping people out. His stepfather didn’t want him after his mother’s death because, as the guy told Michael, weird stuff happens around him. In a flashback scene, Walt got really, really angry and a bird crashed dead into the window glass. The night before the fateful flight, Michael told surly Walt that he was going to get on that plane with him whether he liked it or not, and Walt replied, in a resigned and oddly portentous tone, that, yeah, he knew, they had to. And then Walt sabotaged Michael’s first attempted rescue raft by torching it to ashes.
Yep, unlike the rest of us, little Walt could see it all coming
SATIRE OR PEEVISHNESS? Kudrow is valiant in her role as an aging sit-com star, but The Comeback just isn't funny enough.
TOUGH WORK, TOUGH GIRL: in The Closer, Kyra Sedgwick takes a character who could have been a Clarice-Starling-meets-Jane-Tennison wanna-be and gives her a snippy, complicated personality of her own.
Lisa Kudrow’s new HBO series The Comeback (Sundays at 9:30 p.m. on HBO beginning June 5) is billed as a comedy, but it’s the most depressing show you’re likely to see all year. If former Friends star Kudrow was determined to put ditsy Phoebe to rest, she has succeeded, and then some.
Created by Kudrow and Sex and the City producer/director Michael Patrick King (they also wrote the first two episodes), The Comeback is a scripted mock-reality series that aims to shed satirical light on the brutal truths of life for the over-40 actress in Hollywood. This might sound reminiscent of Kirstie Alley’s series Fat Actress, but the dark tone of The Comeback is closer to the British version of The Office. Like Ricky Gervais’s David Brent, Kudrow’s washed-up TV star Valerie Cherish is half-blind to how people really feel about her. Swaddled in self-importance but growing dimly aware of a chill in the air, Valerie keeps looking into the camera and offering nervous smiles and face-saving explanations of why the work offers aren’t pouring in and why even her own husband is unimpressed with her B-list fame. Once the star of the hit 1980s sit-com I’m It!, Valerie has resorted to reality TV to rekindle her career. She’s appearing in a show called The Comeback that follows her as she makes her comeback as the star of a network sit-com called Room and Bored. (The show-within-a-show-within-a-show construction is clunky and, in the first episode, confusing.)
Well, "star" is not exactly the word for Valerie’s role on Room and Bored, but she’s too proud to realize what’s going on. In a spoof of the tortured process by which shows get on the air, Valerie signs on for a sit-com about four thirtysomething career women who share an apartment, but on the first day of shooting the pilot, she finds that the network has made a few changes. Her character now shares an apartment with three nubile twentysomethings, so the age difference between Valerie and her co-stars is painfully noticeable. On the second day of shooting, the network makes another change, and the news is delivered to Valerie with barely disguised contempt by the show’s obnoxious white-boy-homie head writers. The apartment is now shared by four horny twentysomethings — two women, two men — and Valerie is to play the landlady, "Aunt Sassy," who lives upstairs and disapproves of the kids’ sexual antics. In short, she’s become Stanley Roper on Three’s Company. The point is underscored in a later scene where the cast of Room and Bored pose for publicity photos. The hot young things are up front in skimpy outfits; Valerie is far, far back, wearing Aunt Sassy’s only costume, a matronly track suit.
Kudrow is valiant in her role; she hits beautiful notes of foolishness, desperation, and heartbreak as she’s ignored or humiliated by everyone around her. But the two episodes I saw were just not funny enough; they started out on a down and stayed there, displaying none of The Office’s agile dance between dark and light. There’s also a fatal flaw in the show’s central contention that TV has no use for actresses who’ve passed their perceived sell-by date. Desperate Housewives, anyone? The Comeback isn’t satire, it’s just peevishness.
THERE’S A SCENE in The Comeback in which an anxious Valerie is caught by a hidden overhead camera in her kitchen rehearsing her lines late into the night while polishing off an entire chocolate cake. The secret-junk-food-binge motif also appears in the new TNT cop drama The Closer, which stars Kyra Sedgwick as the driven, embattled head of an almost all-male homicide unit of the LAPD. These images of ambitious women pigging out under pressure may seem like a TV cliché by now. But an image can feel cliché’d and still be rooted in truth. Is there any relationship as enduring, intense, and clandestine as the one between a woman and her food?
In The Closer (Mondays at 9 p.m. on TNT, beginning June 13), the deft and under-appreciated Sedgwick plays Deputy Police Chief Brenda Johnson, a CIA-trained Atlanta police detective who comes to Los Angeles to head the elite Priority Murder Squad. She has a reputation as being the best "closer" in law enforcement — her interrogations always yield confessions that hold up in court. She has an unerring understanding of human nature and more than a taste for theatricality; inside the interrogation room, she becomes whatever sort of woman she senses the suspect might need to confess to. Her detective skills aside, the fact that she’s female and an outsider ruffles many feathers in her new squad room, and the boys lay it on thick with the sexist remarks. But Brenda gives as good as she gets. "Excuse me, lieutenant," she smiles in a peachy drawl. "But if ah liked being called a bitch to mah face, ah’d still be married."
The Closer is a crisply entertaining cop show from Nip/Tuck producers Greer Shepherd and Michael M. Robin. The first episode is built around a decent puzzler about a dead woman found in the home of a missing software billionaire. But the most watchable thing about The Closer is Sedgwick. She takes a character who could have been a Clarice-Starling-meets-Jane-Tennison wanna-be and gives her a snippy, complicated personality of her own. Brenda is alive with a rabbity energy that suggests a woman who’s been trying to outrun personal demons for a long time. She has secrets. In the first episode, there’s an allusion to an "ethics inquiry" back in Atlanta. It’s also made clear that she has a romantic and professional history with her (married) boss, Assistant Police Chief Will Pope (J.K. Simmons from Oz).
Brenda is emotionally divided — part no-bullshit cop in charge, part insecure, lonely woman in her 40s who’s still being nagged by her parents about her bewildering career choice. And Sedgwick makes smooth and believable the transitions between the public and private Brenda. It’s tough work being a tough girl, and when the act becomes too stressful, Brenda seeks comfort in junk food. She keeps candy bars hidden in her purse, in her desk, in the bedside table in the hotel where she’s living. But like many women, Brenda wrestles with that pesky food-guilt issue. Through much of the first episode of The Closer, she fights temptation in public (she agonizes over the doughnut box in the squad room, finally takes one, walks around with it, then doesn’t eat it) but succumbs in private. At the end of the first episode, she collapses on her hotel bed with what appears to be a Hostess Ho Ho, savoring each bite of the chocolaty disk with orgasmic moans, and Sedgwick makes you feel you’re seeing the real Brenda Johnson at last. Drawn to the forbidden and the dangerous, she relaxes only when she’s indulging her secret passions in blissful isolation.
SO, YOU THOUGHT that after all those weeks of teasing, the season finale of Lost might answer a few questions. Ha! No clear look at the giant person-eating monster thingy. No polar bears. No solution to the riddle of Hurley’s "cursed" lottery numbers. No explanation for why the crazy French chick has hairless armpits despite living in the jungle for 16 years and being, you know, French.
And that mysterious metal hatch that Locke finally blasted open? Big deal — it’s a hole in the ground leading to a tunnel. A long, long, long tunnel, symbolizing perhaps the long, long, long summer ahead as Lost fans wait for J.J. Abrams and company to spin out another season of exquisite torture.
But let’s look at what we do know in light of the finale. The crazy French chick wasn’t hallucinating — there are "Others" on the island. And those Others finally showed themselves. They’re appear to be grizzled descendants of the Gorton’s fisherman, floating around in uncharted waters on a little trawler. I don’t think there was a scarier moment on TV this year than when Michael and his fellow survivors on the makeshift raft thought they were being rescued by the boat full of old weirdos and then the lead weirdo said to Michael with surreal pleasantness, "The thing is, we’re going to have to take your boy."
Well, it’s nice to know that you weren’t just being paranoid about Michael’s boy, Walt. The kid is, it seems, the key to the mystery. Ever wonder why, of all the passengers on the plane, there seems to have been only one child? The crash was orchestrated, I’m telling you. And it’s because of Walt. Of all the survivors, his back story is the sketchiest. Over the season, we saw at least four allusions to Walt creeping people out. His stepfather didn’t want him after his mother’s death because, as the guy told Michael, weird stuff happens around him. In a flashback scene, Walt got really, really angry and a bird crashed dead into the window glass. The night before the fateful flight, Michael told surly Walt that he was going to get on that plane with him whether he liked it or not, and Walt replied, in a resigned and oddly portentous tone, that, yeah, he knew, they had to. And then Walt sabotaged Michael’s first attempted rescue raft by torching it to ashes.
Yep, unlike the rest of us, little Walt could see it all coming
Its Been A While
I know I know,
it has been truly a while and well I haven't had internet access in ages. A lot of things have happend, well not really a lot but I have been without a single good thought in ages. The weather outside is hot but its not swealtering. I am wearing a pair of new shorts. I never realized I still have my strong calves. I had really strong legs when I was at St.Pauls. The muscles are great today. I feel as if I am confident I could possibly go out.
This pass weekend, I slept both Sunday and Saturday. Monday I didn't do much but I felt like relaxing. That was fun. I told my parents last night about my idea of exploring trip to Europe. What I was thinking was that I would explore the continent with a friend, more than likely Bjorn. They agreed to help me with the trip providing I did find a publisher for my book or poetry. I would look and explore the world of publishing.
First if I decide to explore Europe I would invest in a Europass and explore France,Germany and Italy. Just explore these places and maybe use the journey for my next book. Of course I would need money in order to start my trip. So finding a publisher is a must in my quest to go. Second I would see if Bjorn would be interested in going. We would possibly go camping as well. I would invest in a tent.
I sound like I am all set to go. Well, aside from my idea of going to Europe. I have been busy with having mom home. She arrived on Friday and it has been great having her home. I missed seeing her and so did Maxine. So these things have been pretty well done. I have been busy at home if I wasn't sleeping. I have been also writing on correcting most of my book. The idea getting it published soon sounds awesome. I first have to see Eric to see what he thinks before I give it back to Marie Claire.
it has been truly a while and well I haven't had internet access in ages. A lot of things have happend, well not really a lot but I have been without a single good thought in ages. The weather outside is hot but its not swealtering. I am wearing a pair of new shorts. I never realized I still have my strong calves. I had really strong legs when I was at St.Pauls. The muscles are great today. I feel as if I am confident I could possibly go out.
This pass weekend, I slept both Sunday and Saturday. Monday I didn't do much but I felt like relaxing. That was fun. I told my parents last night about my idea of exploring trip to Europe. What I was thinking was that I would explore the continent with a friend, more than likely Bjorn. They agreed to help me with the trip providing I did find a publisher for my book or poetry. I would look and explore the world of publishing.
First if I decide to explore Europe I would invest in a Europass and explore France,Germany and Italy. Just explore these places and maybe use the journey for my next book. Of course I would need money in order to start my trip. So finding a publisher is a must in my quest to go. Second I would see if Bjorn would be interested in going. We would possibly go camping as well. I would invest in a tent.
I sound like I am all set to go. Well, aside from my idea of going to Europe. I have been busy with having mom home. She arrived on Friday and it has been great having her home. I missed seeing her and so did Maxine. So these things have been pretty well done. I have been busy at home if I wasn't sleeping. I have been also writing on correcting most of my book. The idea getting it published soon sounds awesome. I first have to see Eric to see what he thinks before I give it back to Marie Claire.
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