monkey business

I so very much enjoyed watching baseball players swinging pink bats in honor of Mother's Day and breast cancer awareness. Grown men wearing pink wristbands and using pink baseball bats. sweet.

Not an easy task, but I crammed a heck of a lot of tv into this weekend. Rather difficult to recap it all, but in the midst of all my baseball watching and Mother's Day festivities, my thoughts:

24 -- I still kinda don't get how Kiefer's use of electronic devices during the flight didn't cause a crash. And also curious about the wardrobes provided to the CTU clinic patients. I remember Tony had on a t-shirt and sweatpants, Audrey had on what looked to be yoga pants, and Bierko was wearing hospital scrubs. And I am seriously just so over President Dumb Ass. Ugh.

Amazing Race -- oh the joy of crying MoJo being eliminated from the race. And if you must know, the roadblock involving the monkey feast was endlessly entertaining. There is something about lots and lots of monkeys running around all over the place that is fun to watch, espcially when it has an impact on the race. Last season I believe it was camels and llamas. The monkeys were a nice touch this time around.

Lost -- So f-ing creepy. For the record, I almost had myself an anuerysm when Libby starting hacking blood. And Michael, sheesh, what the hell to even do with that guy. Emotionally heartwrenching. And at times just downright bizarre.

What else... oh, both Will & Grace and That 70's Show are ending this week after an eight year run by each. Will & Grace has not been at the top of its game the past few years, but I still always have a soft spot in my heart for it, and so I watched them bid their farewell on Oprah last week. Also watched a 70's Show good-bye special which for some unexplainable reason was heartwrenchingly sad and hilarious all at the same time. good stuff.

I think I'm back on track with tv. Except I hear there is some sort of Presidential Address tonight that is going to throw off the timing of shows...so set your DVRs accordingly!

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Considering that it's me we're talking about here, it's actually pretty astounding that I have not watched tv all week. I'm sure my dvr is exploding with tv goodness from this week (aside from the AI fiasco). Incidentally, I love the fact that I am slowly but surely accumulating fans, especially ones that are participating in my AI boycott. You guys rock :)

I thought I might try to catch up on some tv tonite, but frankly, I think I have expended my energy quotient for an entire month all in the past few days, so most likely I will be passed out by 9pm. yeah, way to spend a friday night. But hey, I almost pulled a Costanza today and took a nap under my desk, so I think I do need rest. lots of it. But will (hopefully) be caught up on both rest and tv by the end of the weekend. I promise to try to be more productive on the tv front next week.

outrage

I found out within four minutes of waking up this morning that Chris got booted from AI last night. It pretty much proved my theory that AI was indeed one of those shows that you just have to watch the day of, or you are destined to have it ruined for you. I CAN'T BELIEVE CHRIS GOT SENT HOME. I'm officially done with AI for the season. There are so so SO many things wrong with the fact that Chris got sent home that I just have no faith in that show anymore. I neglect it for one f-ing week, and this is what happens. No clue what the hell America was thinking voting for Kat over Chris. So, I will not be watching AI for the reaminder of this season, because I no longer give a rat's ass who wins.

The tragic outcome of this competition is not helping the fact that I have a bad hangover and a next to nothing energy level. I'm freakin tired. And I hurt all over. But somehow need to survive another night before I can have my weekend to recover and catch up on tv.

Due to the unfortunate nature of pop culture's presence in every corner of every single crevice of society, as demonstrated by both my radio and my tv this morning, I'm sure I will be fully informed of what is going on in the next few weeks and who ends of winning, but I just don't care about watching anymore. America has voted, and America has let me down.

That's CRAZY!

Oh cripes, the hangover! And I didn't even go to the game last nite. I hung out with some co-workers after work, one of which my project manager has deemed as my boyfriend (even though he's married) because I have to spend exorbitant amounts of time talking to him due to work tasks, and another which my project manager has deemed as my BFF (also even though he's married) because we have been attached to the hip due to the exorbitant amounts of time we are forced to work on each other in this project task. It's always funny to go to happy hour with people you work with but haven't known for that long. And strangely enough, even though I've only been there 7 months, there's people who's been there even less months than me! Makes for some funny happy hours. Although I think theoretically, if you are still out drinking at 10pm, it's not happy hour anymore. Technicalities.

What the heck was I getting at there? Oh, the fact that I didn't watch any tv shows last night. Not even AI! I missed Elvis night! Because I was too busy drinking at a bar and watching the yankees lose because we have the most pathetic pitching staff known to major league baseball. Which probably led to my excessive drinking, and I wasn't even at the game! And since I am going tonight, AND tomorrow night, what I am basically saying is that I will be lucky if my liver survives til friday. The more the yankees lose, the more i drink. and given how shitty they are playing...

My tv blog is not much of a tv blog this week. But to my readers (I think there is a total of about four of you guys. maybe five.), please stay tuned! I implore you. The blabbering about nothing will stop soon! It is worth the wait. Okay, maybe not. Shit, am I still drunk? Because I have NO idea what I am blathering about. blah. My head is spinning.

bubble boy

I recently learned a new word at work: "kerfuffle" -- its a noun, meaning 'a disorderly outburst or tumult.' Synonyms: disturbance, disruption, commotion, flutter, hurly burly, hoo-hah. My project manager has taken to hanging signs on the door to her office. Well, actually the consultant who sits in that office with her hangs the signs. It started with the "No Walk Ins" sign. Then came the "That's CRAZY" sign, which appeared when she said it 8 times in one day, and now that is her trademark phrase. Recently I walked by and there was a new sign that said "Kerfuffles" in a big red circle with a line through it. In other words, "No Kerfuffles Allowed." Why am I telling you this story?

Well, that word is what I'd like to use to describe the insanity known as David Blaine. I've been trying to pay him no attention the past week while he's been pruning away in the bubble, but the publicity garnered by this act of absurdity has made it impossible to ignore. You feel like you're watching a treacherous train wreck unfold before your eyes and as disgusting and gross as it is, you cannot tear your eyes away. And THAT is what last night was during david blaine's crazy stunt. I do believe ABC's "Drowned Alive" title was false advertising. Nine minutes my ass. I bet even Jack Bauer can't hold his breath for that long!! KERFUFFLES!!!

(oh yeah, speaking of Kiefer, I was so disturbed by the time I was done watching the bubble boy kerfuffle that I couldn't even simmer down enough to watch 24. sorry. Baseball overrules for the next few nights, so no 24 probably til the weekend. *gasp* Sacrilege, I know. My apologies.)

jungle fever

Been catching up on some tv this past weekend while being trapped indoors due to my allergy attacks and in case you weren't aware, last week's Lost was CRAZY! I'm personally not so into all the flashbacks, though I realize they play an important role to explain things, such as how everyone knew everyone before the crash, yadda yadda.

But on the island, THAT is where the real fun is. Henry continues to creep me out, and apparently does the same to Ana Lucia, because she proceeds to get it on with Sawyer in the middle of the jungle purely as a decoy to steal his gun and use it to kill Henry. But then she wusses out and hands it over to Michael (stupid stupid move), who has reappeared out of NOWHERE, to do the job for her. But uhh, he seems to have gone a little looney during his spying mission on the Others, and instead of shooting Henry, proceeds to shoot, well, everyone in the hatch OTHER than Henry. I can't decide if this means he's gone crazy from all his jungle adventures, or if he's become one of the Others. Possibly both. It's crazy!

Speaking of crazy, there is this big crazy Red Sox - Yankees series this week, so my tv watching will be somewhat spotty as I'll be busy at the Stadium for the most part. And if I survive, I'll be back at the end of the week. But that's a big If. Stay tuned.

peace out Princess P

I do not know how I feel about Elliott being in the bottom two this week. I didn't think I had an opinion, but when it comes down to it I really believed Kat would be the one going home, but she wasn't even in the bottom two! What the hell is that all about? I will miss Paris and all her hairstyles.

Tommy Mottola and Elvis Land next week. Oh joy.

And btw, anyone catch Matt Leinart getting punk'd? Hilariously awesome that he was about to totally sell his friend out because he was scared of not getting drafted. HAHA!

all this for a tape recorder

So FIRST of all, since when does one get cell phone reception in the baggage compartment of an airplane? Or in the main cabin for that matter. Doesn't Kiefer know the rule about turning off all electronic devices during flight? And besides that, you can't POSSIBLY have me believe that it is that easy to go back and forth between the baggage compartment and the main cabin. And even if it WAS, WHY WASN'T the hatch locked IN THE FIRST PLACE??

But I'm glad to see Kiefer has added "hijacker" to his resume. Is there anything he is NOT good at?

This show is getting incredibly absurd. Even for me, who is a sucker for just about everything absurd that comes on tv. But for the record, I'm thrilled to see that Chloe carries a stun gun around with her to ward off creepy guys in bars.

And WHO the hell is the cartoony henchman that President Dumb Ass appears to be taking orders from?! Ohhhh I can't wait to see how he handles his latest orders!!! Yes Mr. President, nobody will think anything is wrong if you ask to have this flight shot down. Not.at.all.

rain rain go away

So the Yankees game got rained out in Boston last night. Which is good and bad. Good because that means I got to watch my tv shows after all. But very bad because the postponed game has been rescheduled as a doubleheader when they are in Boston later this year in August. Why is that bad? Because that was going to be a 4-game series in Boston, and now it's going to be a FIVE game series. And that is just scary. Anyhoos, onto AI. I think the "theme" had something to do with singing songs from the year they were born? Maybe? Combined with Billboard hits? I think? I actually have no idea. But in any case, it's two songs apiece, and we've got:

Elliott - Born in 1978, old like me. heh. I do like that he sang a Michael Buble song. Even though he sounds NOTHING like him. It's all good.
Paris - She was born in 1988??! Dude. That is so.not.cool. So first she sings Prince. Then she sings Mary J. Blige. I can't even imagine how people DARE to attempt singing something like that, but Paris does, and it's fab. Go figure.
Chris - He looks like he's at least 30 but apparently is a year younger than me. I don't really have any idea exactly what he was singing, but it was super.
Kat - Her singing kinda sucked, well the first song did anyway. She is lucky she's hot.
Taylor - What the hell is the age limit for AI anyway? I swear he's like 40. And I take serious issues with the bizarreness of this guy. But fine, I'll admit that I rather enjoyed the Beatles song, despite myself.

All in all, a very bizarre week, though I can't exactly put my finger on why. Might have something to do with Taylor writhing on the floor at the end of his performance. I have no idea who will go home tonight. Tough choice.

I did also watch 24. But have a meeting soon, so will have to save that for later. Stay tuned.

had a bad day

Okay, this is very very unlike me, but I did NOT watch 24 last night *gasp*
I know, I know, terribly disappointing. But not as disappointing as watching the Yankees bullpen blow it...AGAIN. So mondays are usually the Yankees off day early in the season, which usually allows me to watch 24. However, this particular monday they were not. And theoretically I'd usually be willing to blow off a random April monday game to watch 24. BUT, on this particular monday night, the Yankees were playing the Red Sox. And those games are non-negotiable. AND by the time the game ended at close to 10:30, I was just so agitated with the fact that the Yankees bullpen is completely useless, that I opted out of watching any additional tv, thus leaving 24 unwatched. I swear I could almost hear "Bad Day" playing in the background as Mike Myers gave up the 3-run homerun to David Ortiz. I love that they supposedly acquired Myers for the purpose of dealing with Ortiz, and this is what happens the first time they face each other. As if.

I'm sure nobody wants to hear my commentary about how I was literally laughing out loud every time Johnny Damon came up to bat or made any kind of play in the outfield because he was getting booed so aggressively each time and each time louder than the last and it's all Michael Kay could talk about being the tool that he is, so I'll take a time out here and return on wednesday to my tv shows, since this is only a two game set...yeah that's right, tonight I actually have to make a decision between Red Sox-Yankees baseball or AI. Oh, the drama.