branjelina baby

Shiloh Nouvel Pitt-Jolie. Who will probably someday get to go to school with TomKat baby Suri someday. whatever.

Yeah so anyway, after enjoying a beautiful weekend and gorging on lots of bbq food including what was probably more bacon wrapped shrimp than really necessary (but DAMN was it yummy!), I FINALLY settled in to watch the season finale of 24...and WOW! Super intense. I almost didn't survive. I swear, I must have almost passed out from exhaustion at least 5 or 6 times during this finale.

Hour 1: Kiefer continues to be more of a bad ass than even I can begin to buy into, and I'll buy almost ANYthing that's on tv. He teaches Officer Rooney, who looks like he's about 18 years old, how to kill someone with a pocket knife (that kid is sooo going to need therapy when this day is over). Kiefer gets WAILED in the head with a big wrench and manages not to pass out, but rather takes the opportunity to kill Bierko with the sole use of his legs. Oh, and Robocop TOTALLY got duped. Serves him right for not checking for bullets when Kiefer gave him the gun.

Umm yeah okay, so that was only about half hour in and my heart was already pounding so hard I wasn't sure I'd actually survive the entire finale. But after a quick break (a piece of chocolate cake and a glass of milk), I was off and running again. During the rest of hour 1, crazy Martha recruits Novick to help her help Aaron run away and once again I swear crazy Martha and Aaron were THISCLOSE to making out in the stables. And Crazy Martha is forced to get it on with her crazy husband the dumb ass as a stall tactic. ew. Meanwhile Kiefer convinces Chloe to help him (as if THAT'S hard to do) chase down President Dumb Ass and as part of her undercover work, has her EX-HUSBAND brought in to help? Can I just say...WTF? There's a suspicious time warp here as Chloe requests Morris be brought in, and within 3 minutes, ta-da! There he is.

Hour 2: Crazy Martha and President Dumb Ass engage in a quickie (either that or there is another time warp here, but I think that this is really just a reflection of President Dumb Ass as a lover. heh.) and then Kiefer hijacks the chopper that Logan gets on. Anyone keeping count of how many aircraft Kiefer has hijacked thus far today? In any case, Kiefer's plan is foiled as a SWAT team shows up before Kifer can coax a confession out of Dumb Ass.... OR, maybe Kiefer just wants us all to THINK he's been foiled! Luckily, Dumb Ass is ignorantly convinced that Kiefer has indeed been foiled as he progresses to make his confession to Crazy Martha. Whether or not Crazy Martha was actually aware of this plan is another story, but that's irrelevant. Justice is served.

Okay, now - last ten minutes of the season. I take serious issues with the time warp. 6:50-ish AM in 24-time sets off a sequence that just makes no sense to me. Kiefer is duped into taking a fake phone call from Kim, dragged to goodness knows where to get the CRAP beat out of him and then loaded onto a giant China-bound cargo ship that is way out in the Pacific Ocean by 7am? whatever. Kiefer looking so damn beat up was almost enough to distract me from the time warp issue. damn Chinese people.

The Circle

So the plan was to finally watch the season finale of 24 last night. However, I ended up at the bar across the street from our office, drinking with coworkers, again. Raging alcoholics. All of us. By the time I got home, I was too buzzed and tired to be able to muster the energy for a two hours finale. My brain just couldn't handle it, so I watched the series finale of That 70's Show instead and left it at that. Eric and Kelso made brief returns, and when the series ends... it's 1980! awww.

Off to drink and watch baseball and loiter around Yankee Stadium scoping out the crowd. It's FLEET WEEK!!!

the biggest season EVER.

Okay, I'll admit it, I caved in and watched pieces of AI between innings of baseball last night. I am guilty. The boycott failed. It's not my fault they kept showing non-stop commercials to advertise "the biggest night on tv." I haven't actually DVRed it since the Chris ousting though, so I only see whatever snippets I happen to see when flipping channels. In any case, I'm not really quite sure what the HELL they were doing for TWO ENTIRE HOURS, but there certainly was a lot of hullabaloo from what I can tell. A big waste of airtime mostly. Pickler playing with snails and lobsters in the company of Wolfgang Puck. Katherine singing a shoddy vocal with Meatloaf accompaniment. Bad awards. Katharine and Taylor getting free cars. Blah! BUT, I DID enjoy Elliott singing U2 - because you couldn't help but be amused with the fact that his is SO NOT Bono but Elliott is just that much fun. And who doesn't love Mary J. Blige? Fox sure did pull out all the stops for this one. Whew, all that and it was still only one hour in.

Hour 2: I could be mistaken, but I do believe they had Toni Braxton singing on stage with Taylor in her lingerie?! And then a girls' medley, where I got seriously tired of listening to Katharine sing. That was the moment I decided I wanted Taylor to win. More bad awards. I'd like to have a word with the producers of this finale. A big ole AI All Star medley. Bad love songs from Katharine and other people. Bucky singing about raindrops falling on his head. Mandissa. Chicken Little singing showtunes. Dionne Warwick! That's what friends are for... okay FINE, I'll admit it, I liked it a little, okay?! The Taylor and Katharine Dirty Dancing Duet was just tragic though. So useless. Sooooo cheesy and awful. And Prince? What the...?

And then... 63.4 million votes later... Taylor Hicks wins it all. And sings his incredibly underwhelming equivalent of A Moment Like This. These finales must make Kelly Clarkson want to barf. He also screams a great deal, and I still have no idea where his "Soul Patrol" moniker came from. Another season, over and done. whew. That was exhausting, even without watching the last few weeks.

So now that all these shows are wrapping up for the season, I'm left wondering what I'll be watching and writing about over the summer. All the B list shows are starting to come out of the woodworks (i.e. another season of So You Think You Can Dance is starting tonight) but I don't know what I should be watching. Suggestions, anyone?

On tap for tonite, the season finale of 24, finally I have time for it! I burned the roof of my mouth on a slice of pizza with super steamy bubbly cheese yesterday and its still hurting today. youch.

the asian people complex

Yankees-Red Sox series is this week, so tv doesn't have a hope. Thursday is an off-day though so I should be able to catch up. I did catch tiny scraps of AI while flipping around between innings of baseball last night, and was pleased to see Daniel Powter performing my favorite song live. I so don't care who wins tonight though.

This is a totally non-tv related story, but I know certain people will get a kick out of this, so I have to share.

The background here is that I am working on a HR project that consists of a team of about 20-25 people. My project manager is this adorable little Korean woman named Min who I would smush up and carry around in my purse with me if I could. She and I are the only two Asian people on the project and in typical ignorant people format, we've got people calling her Cindy and calling me Min. It's brilliant. There was a time when I was a consultant and a certain British partner used to think that Evan and I were the same asian girl. I think he used to confuse me with Karen as well, who is also Chinese, and I'm pretty sure that between the three of us, Tony used to have a field day trying to figure out if we were all the same person.

At least here, people acknowledge that Min and I are two different people, they just can't tell which of us are which. I facilitate a weekly status conference call and this one guy Jason calls me Min without fail every week during the meeting. I don't even bother correcting him anymore. Jason wears suspenders, which in my mind sort of explains the gap in his brain that causes him to think I am Min. This morning another guy Joe went into Min's office to ask her a question thinking that she was me. Classic! To add to the comical nature of my job, there is this Swedish guy that works for Jason named Benny (not short for Benjamin, and not Ben. just Benny) who looks like Dilbert. As in, if they made the Dilbert cartoon into a movie with real people, Benny would the guy you want to cast as Dilbert. God I hope nobody from my job ever finds this blog.

state of affairs

Not that this is new, but have you people noticed that my tv blog isn't really much of a tv blog anymore? Its a tv/no-tv/sports/drinking/etc. blog. Oh well. I can blog about whatever the heck I feel like blogging about. Case in point, today I would like to talk about the disaster known as the NY Yankees:
- Terrence Long? Seriously, they might as well just put the bat boys in the game at this point.
- Watching the Yankees implode against their opponents night after night after night is kind of like being forced to watch a train wreck. It's a good thing I'm not a bandwagon fan, because otherwise I'd probably be jumping off right about now and running after the Mets bandwagon. RUNNING for dear life.
- When are players going to stop playing the shift against Jason Giambi? They showed the hit numbers, but I'm still not buying that the shift is worth it. Someone needs to sell that one to me.
- Happy to see Posada and his cute dumbo ears back in the lineup. He had me worried after the weekend, thought he was going to end up in the same camp as Sheffield and Matsui. and Chacon. Bubba. Pavano. Sturtze. Torre's neighbor. My dog. Oh wait, I don't have a dog.
- Anyone have any idea what the deal with Andy Phillips is? I'm a fan. Where do I find him?

To keep this at least a semi-tv blog, because I'm sure nobody cares about my sports ramblings:
I watched the season finale of the OC last nite. They totally killed Marissa off the show. I mean, I knew that already from reading about it, but seeing it was... well, kind of weird, because the way she died was kind of pointless. You know why it was pointless? Because I did not buy into that car chase/crash at ALL. I'm really pissed that they expect viewers to buy that. The car was TOTALLY smushed (hope Ryan's mom had time to get insurance on that before giving it to him as a gift), and Ryan didn't have a scratch on him. Neither did Marissa for that matter! And I think I would have been walking away from the car a LITTLE faster (i.e., running, not walking) if I saw gas was leaking and it was about to explode. He didn't even flinch when it exploded! And when did Volchok become the clingy, needy, desperate ex-boyfrined-type anyway. I certainly do NOT believe that Marissa is the type of girl that could turn him into one. She's not that good.

the downside of dvr

I attempted to have a life this weekend instead of staying holed up in front of my tv playing catch-up. And managed to not find out the outcome of any shows I didn't want to find out the outcome of until I watched it. My attempts were for naught as Andrea emailed me this article: http://www.nytimes.com/2006/05/21/fashion/sundaystyles/21Television.html?_r=1&oref=slogin

I did indeed identify with the article, but ironically, it ruined the season of finale of the OC for me in the way only the Times can because of what the article was about. yeesh. So I have not yet watched the season finale of OC, even though I now know what the shocker was, and now its like - is it even worth watching? Probably not, but of course I will anyway. It just won't be as fun anymore. It's totally what I get for letting 4 days go by and still not watching the show. To the point of the article, the one saving grace of repeat season coming up after May Sweeps is that I won't have to attempt to balance tv, baseball AND having alife. Just baseball and having a life. My dvr gets a little vacation time. And I can continue to plan my vegas trip and the rest of my summer in peace. good times.

Tonight's debacle is the battle between the 2-hour season finale of 24 and the Yankees-Red Sox series. these are the things that keep me up at night.

waste!

I watched some tv this morning before my daily baseball fix - subway series weekend! Yankees came back from a 0-4 deficit to win in the 11th inning 5-4. Fun stuff.

Anyhoos, I watch Lost this morning, and all I really have to say about that is that Michael is a bad, bad liar. I also watched the season finale of Amazing Race, and what a waste of a season, with the hippies winning. Stupid frat boys. blah!

Going to see Da Vinci Code tonite. I hope it doesn't suck. I'm afraid it might, but seeing Tom Hanks with that silly haircut might just make it worth it anyway.

wha?

I've come to the realization that this job is turning me into somewhat of a raging alcoholic. I socialized with coworkers again after work yesterday at the bar across the street from our building; not so much because I necessarily felt like socializing, but because I felt like I needed a drink. So, a beer, and some nachos and onion rings later, I was back on my way home to the tv. The problem now? For some reason, I can't really remember what the heck I watched last night. I must've watched something, because the Yankees played a day game yesterday so there wasn't baseball on, but I just have no idea what.

I remember watching the two episodes of Scrubs that were on this week, but that's it. Surely there was something else, but I can't think of what. brain fart on a friday morning. that and the distraction of planning my vegas trip. sorry kids!

the nerve gas strikes again

I managed to squish 24 into my schedule last night. I don't know how nobody has noticed that Aaron is locked up in what appears to be either horse stables or a warehouse for the past few hours. Or why Novick didn't think it was strange that President Dumb Ass was lurking around the hallways of said stables/ warehouse. Or why some mafia-like murder was going to take place involving a gun and the trunk of a Lincoln town car. Good thing Martha showed up and played the "First Lady" card to prevent from getting killed herself and saving Aaron from a torturous death. I think Martha and Aaron were THISCLOSE to making out, quite frankly. But in any case, two hours left for Kiefer to figure out how to stop Bierko from launching submarine missles, and a whole lot of them at that. yikes!

hip hip jorge

I think I lied when I said I'd be back on regular tv watching schedule this week. Monday night threw me off because everything started recording later than usual due to the Presidential Address, so between that and baseball I didn't make much headway other than watching Desperate Housewives from Sunday. Yesterday I was socializing with people from work after I left the office and then watching what turned out to be a super fun very exciting Yankees game that I'm sure nobody but me cares about. But when your team is losing 9-0 in the second inning and then come back to win 14-13 in the bottom of the 9th due to the heroics of Derek Jeter and Jorge Posada, you've got to be pleased. So there. I'm behind in tv. As usual. again. sorry :\