28 June 2008
Blech
This heat is mucho annoying. It makes it very hard for me to exercise. Not that I'm not working out, because I am. But I find it hard to keep going as long as I would like. I just get so pooped; the heat saps my strength.
Oh well. It (the heat) can't last forever. This is Seattle, after all. I just have to wait it out.
In the meantime, blech.
[BTW, I typed this without my glasses or contacts, which means I can't see what I'm typing unless I lean forward, and then I can only read the text if I squint. It makes for an interesting blogging experience!]
Oh well. It (the heat) can't last forever. This is Seattle, after all. I just have to wait it out.
In the meantime, blech.
[BTW, I typed this without my glasses or contacts, which means I can't see what I'm typing unless I lean forward, and then I can only read the text if I squint. It makes for an interesting blogging experience!]
Labels: weather
26 June 2008
Quote of the Week
The Fug Girls have the best stories. And this one's about Reba McEntire!
So, I have a strange fondness for Joanna Garcia here, probably because I used to find myself accidentally sucked into Reba, like, more that I ought to have been. I would feel worse about that, except for the fact that nearly everyone I know has admitted being accidentally sucked into watching Reba on occasion, and, besides, everyone knows that Reba McEntire is one of those celebrities who doesn't seem particularly hip but is in fact technically awesome. I mean, I know we've talked about this video here before.
And I may have mentioned that I had a rather amusing semi-in-person encounter with her once. Namely, I had been drinking. As had my friends. And for some reason we decided we needed to go to Kinkos. To copy something. So we drunkenly traipsed over to the Kinkos, which is on a very well-trafficked corner. And it was closed. And while my friends were peering inside to make sure it was really, really, really, really closed, I was sort of standing on the corner staring blankly into the street and a very fancy Porsche drives up and stops right in front of me at the stoplight. And Reba McEntire is sitting in the passenger seat and she looks over and sees me drunkenly staring at her and I actually say aloud, "Hey! It's Reba McEntire!" and she totally reads my lips and her reaction is to smile gaily and wave super-enthusiastically at me and then the light changed and she sped off. So she is awesome. Plus, she loves Kelly Clarkson and so do I. And...right, I'm not on Rebamaniacs.com right now, am I? Sorry about that, it's been a long week.
So, I have a strange fondness for Joanna Garcia here, probably because I used to find myself accidentally sucked into Reba, like, more that I ought to have been. I would feel worse about that, except for the fact that nearly everyone I know has admitted being accidentally sucked into watching Reba on occasion, and, besides, everyone knows that Reba McEntire is one of those celebrities who doesn't seem particularly hip but is in fact technically awesome. I mean, I know we've talked about this video here before.
And I may have mentioned that I had a rather amusing semi-in-person encounter with her once. Namely, I had been drinking. As had my friends. And for some reason we decided we needed to go to Kinkos. To copy something. So we drunkenly traipsed over to the Kinkos, which is on a very well-trafficked corner. And it was closed. And while my friends were peering inside to make sure it was really, really, really, really closed, I was sort of standing on the corner staring blankly into the street and a very fancy Porsche drives up and stops right in front of me at the stoplight. And Reba McEntire is sitting in the passenger seat and she looks over and sees me drunkenly staring at her and I actually say aloud, "Hey! It's Reba McEntire!" and she totally reads my lips and her reaction is to smile gaily and wave super-enthusiastically at me and then the light changed and she sped off. So she is awesome. Plus, she loves Kelly Clarkson and so do I. And...right, I'm not on Rebamaniacs.com right now, am I? Sorry about that, it's been a long week.
Labels: The Fug Girls
20 June 2008
Move Over, Tom Bergeron
I've got a new favorite reality show host. Mind you, I don't watch much reality TV, so the list of candidates isn't particularly long, but still...
Tom Bergeron is great on Dancing With The Stars, but Cat Deeley is fantastic on So You Think You Can Dance. I'd heard she was way cool, but now I've seen for myself.
I've been impressed with how genuine she seems. She really seems excited for contestants who do well, and sympathetic to those who've had problems. She also asks interesting questions, sometimes even intervening on the dancers' behalf with the judges.
But she proved her total and complete awesomeness last Wednesday. After Chelsie and Mark completed their tango, Chelsie was limping and shaking her left foot as they walked off the stage. When they got near Cat, she realized that there was a problem with Chelsie's left shoe. She immediately dropped to her hands and knees, saw that Chelsie's toe had slipped out of the shoe, unstrapped Chelsie's shoe, took it off, put it back in (with the toe included), and strapped her shoe back up.
So very awesome! See for yourself here. (The shoe thing starts around 1:55, although Chelsie and Mark's tango was very good, and definitely worth a watch.)
Tom Bergeron is great on Dancing With The Stars, but Cat Deeley is fantastic on So You Think You Can Dance. I'd heard she was way cool, but now I've seen for myself.
I've been impressed with how genuine she seems. She really seems excited for contestants who do well, and sympathetic to those who've had problems. She also asks interesting questions, sometimes even intervening on the dancers' behalf with the judges.
But she proved her total and complete awesomeness last Wednesday. After Chelsie and Mark completed their tango, Chelsie was limping and shaking her left foot as they walked off the stage. When they got near Cat, she realized that there was a problem with Chelsie's left shoe. She immediately dropped to her hands and knees, saw that Chelsie's toe had slipped out of the shoe, unstrapped Chelsie's shoe, took it off, put it back in (with the toe included), and strapped her shoe back up.
So very awesome! See for yourself here. (The shoe thing starts around 1:55, although Chelsie and Mark's tango was very good, and definitely worth a watch.)
Labels: So You Think You Can Dance
18 June 2008
Quote of the Week
I love Christopher Titus. He's one of the few stand-up comedians I enjoy. I'd seen bits of his show "Norman Rockwell is Bleeding" on youtube, but I finally found the whole thing online.
Here's one of my favorite parts:
"I believe life is about balance. My mom's brilliant, but manipulative. Beautiful, but more voices in her head than the Wu Tang Clan. Loves her kids, but killed her last husband. I say 'last husband', because you don't get another one after that. They take you out of the husband wish book at that point. 'Cause it's a hard personal ad to get answered: 'Wanted: loving, caring man, who can take a bullet.'"
Here's one of my favorite parts:
"I believe life is about balance. My mom's brilliant, but manipulative. Beautiful, but more voices in her head than the Wu Tang Clan. Loves her kids, but killed her last husband. I say 'last husband', because you don't get another one after that. They take you out of the husband wish book at that point. 'Cause it's a hard personal ad to get answered: 'Wanted: loving, caring man, who can take a bullet.'"
Labels: random silliness
04 June 2008
Quote of the Week
I recently re-watched my Red vs. Blue DVDs, and it got me thinking about the first scenes I ever saw, including this bit:
Donut: Halt! Who goes there?
Simmons: Donut, it's me.
Donut: Oh right, you. What do you want?
Simmons: I want to talk to Sarge. I just found out some info -- Wait, why am I answering your questions?
[Simmons starts to enter the base.]
Donut: I said hold it!
Simmons: What's your problem, Donut?
Donut: Sarge told me not to let anyone into the base, and I'm pretty sure that "anyone" includes the enemy.
Simmons: I'm not the enemy.
Donut: Oh, please. You're dressed in blue! FYI, there's kind of a theme around here. You're blue, I'm red.
Simmons: More like pink.
Donut: I have a gun.
Simmons: Ok, ok. I only dressed like this to trick the blues.
Donut: You help the blues.
Simmons: And fool them!
Donut: You knocked Sarge out. Twice!
Simmons: Once again, Donut, to fool the blues. [pause] And to work out some unresolved issues with father figures. But look, just go ask Sarge. He knows it's me. Hell, even Grif knows it's me.
Donut: Oh, sure. Everyone knows who you are but me.
Simmons: No, the blues don't know either.
Sarge: What's all this racket?
Donut: There's an enemy trying to get into the base.
Sarge: Where?
Donut: Right there.
Sarge:: Where? Behind Simmons?
Simmons: He means me, sir.
Donut: Ohhh! Simmons! Why didn't you tell me it was you?
Simmons: Donut, I did tell me it was me.
Donut: Well, you didn't say it was you. You just kept saying "I'm me".
Simmons: I AM me!
Donut: But you didn't say you were you. If you had said you were you instead of I'm me, I would have known that you were you. You just kept saying you were me.
Simmons: That's because I'm me.
Grif: And thus ends another meeting of the pronoun club. Same time next week, everybody!
Donut: Halt! Who goes there?
Simmons: Donut, it's me.
Donut: Oh right, you. What do you want?
Simmons: I want to talk to Sarge. I just found out some info -- Wait, why am I answering your questions?
[Simmons starts to enter the base.]
Donut: I said hold it!
Simmons: What's your problem, Donut?
Donut: Sarge told me not to let anyone into the base, and I'm pretty sure that "anyone" includes the enemy.
Simmons: I'm not the enemy.
Donut: Oh, please. You're dressed in blue! FYI, there's kind of a theme around here. You're blue, I'm red.
Simmons: More like pink.
Donut: I have a gun.
Simmons: Ok, ok. I only dressed like this to trick the blues.
Donut: You help the blues.
Simmons: And fool them!
Donut: You knocked Sarge out. Twice!
Simmons: Once again, Donut, to fool the blues. [pause] And to work out some unresolved issues with father figures. But look, just go ask Sarge. He knows it's me. Hell, even Grif knows it's me.
Donut: Oh, sure. Everyone knows who you are but me.
Simmons: No, the blues don't know either.
Sarge: What's all this racket?
Donut: There's an enemy trying to get into the base.
Sarge: Where?
Donut: Right there.
Sarge:: Where? Behind Simmons?
Simmons: He means me, sir.
Donut: Ohhh! Simmons! Why didn't you tell me it was you?
Simmons: Donut, I did tell me it was me.
Donut: Well, you didn't say it was you. You just kept saying "I'm me".
Simmons: I AM me!
Donut: But you didn't say you were you. If you had said you were you instead of I'm me, I would have known that you were you. You just kept saying you were me.
Simmons: That's because I'm me.
Grif: And thus ends another meeting of the pronoun club. Same time next week, everybody!
Labels: Red vs. Blue
