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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Not so Easy, is it

The Big Easy's woes continue. Learning that it is a city that is actually below sea level, I'm amazed it hasn't been flooded to death until now. Doesn't make the destruction and desperation and resulting human ugliness any easier to digest, but DAMN. Apparently the looting situation - which didn't take long to start - has escalated into something less noble than the will to survive in what has to be record time. In a situation like this, stealing food and water and diapers and other essentials is understandable. I'd do it, although I certaily wouldn't flaunt it on TV, and once back on my feet I would feel morally obligated to return to the scene of my desperate crime, wallet in hand, seeking to make amends. Looting the entire gun section of the local Wal-Mart? Helping oneself to big screen TVs or whatever electronics can be toted on ones back? Not so sympathetic. Store owners face loss and ruin too, robbing them of their livelihood under cover of natural disaster should be as shameful as robbing them when times are good. Only difference is that instead of coming home to damaged goods, they're coming home to no goods at all. Boy, did civility and civilization break down fast in New Orleans. Not to disrepect or make light of what people there are going through there, but DAMN. I don't remember hearing anything like this coming out of New York in the wake of 9/11. Maybe we've all just grown older and colder since then. Maybe we're just not as easily shocked. I was glad to hear earlier this evening that law enforcement was being dispatched to actually deal with the looters, who by and large aren't helping and are probably hurting the situation, definitely hurting it. We need to keep our humanity in the face of terror, man-made or otherwise. We did it, kept our humanity and our sense of decency at least for a significant period of time after 9/11. Hopefully New Orleans (and other areas wrecked by this storm) can do the same. I find myself wondering how decent folk reacted and expressed their outrage about the attack on Pearl Harbor back when the world was a very different place.

WilmaWatch 2005

Well, she made it through the day. Still wobbly, but got on and off the bed and the bathroom counter on her own. When I fed her she spent a couple minutes at the bowl, didn't make much of a dent but I think she ate a little. Now she's curled up on the bed for the night. It's depressing that every time I walk past her I stop to check if she's still breathing. Next milestone: tomorrow morning.

It's not looking good

Wilma has gotten really frail over the last 24 hours, I don't think she's going to be around much longer. At the rate she's deteriorating I'd be surprised if she makes it through the holiday weekend. Having said that, she just got off the bed, then jumped back up on it a few minutes later without any apparent problems, but she doesn't seem to be eating much the last couple of days. The one thing I've been keeping an eye on as old age caught up with her was eating and drinking, because I heard that when cats know it's their time they refuse nourishment. It looks like we've gotten to that point. She's even passing up chicken, which has always been her favorite. It really hit home last night, the idea of her not being here anymore, it's just sad and depressing. I feel bad having to leave her alone, but I have to go back to work. I hope she's still here when I get home tonight. For the record, she's 18.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

The Oceana Grill

Can this be real? If so, someday, if I ever get to New Orleans, the Oceana is at the top of my list of people/places/things to do. In fact, if this is real, I will make it a mission to get to the Oceana some day or another. I love people who can look into the face of the most incredible adversity and respond with everyday normalcy. God bless you for being able to do that for the rest of us. Oh and the fact that they will stuff me full of incredible food has nothing to do with it (*burp*). No, really. Now hang in there, you guys...and let us know what we can do.

The wrath of Katrina

Add me to the countless offering my sincerest condolences and sympathy to those adversely affected by Hurricane Katrina (that means everyone except you looters). The reminder of the power of mother nature is humbling and the experience must be truly terrifying, both in terms of having gone through it and now having to deal with the aftermath. The scope of the damage is mind-boggling. This is not going to get fixed up anytime soon and I have a terrible feeling the news will get worse long before it starts to get better. I hope I'm wrong, but... For those us fortunate enough to not be in the immediately affected areas, here are two organizations that can help us give and/or do what we can to help: The American Red Cross and The Salvation Army. Yahoo News keeps us up on the latest. And for on-going, eye-popping coverage from the front lines: Metroblogging New Orleans. Hang in there you guys. I like to think that if L.A. was getting trashed, I could report to the world the way you are doing, and if there's anything I can do to help, just ask. My blog is very new and unknown, but if you stumble across this, please link to these guys and hit them and help them as much as you can. They are going to be our eyes and ears to something truly terrifying and amazing that we're all going to live together for the immediate future. Let's give them everything we can.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Aloha, oy

Finally got a freaking phone call from Hawaii and apparently it's one big happy family party over there. Glad they're having a good time. In all the good cheer I think I agreed to fly over there at some point. That's it, I'm never getting to New York City. Damn, I really need more than two weeks vacation in a year. My brother was best man at his friends Loren and Bonnie's wedding in New York last weekend, he flew back in last night. Haven't talked to him yet, but mom said as best man he had to make a speech. I'm sure it was a terrific speech, not at all like the drunken toast in "Old School". Or maybe it was, who knows. I just hope he had a good time. My sister is gearing up for the big NA convention, which I'm guessing is a lot of mutually supportive people having a good time while not getting seriously fucked up. Good for them. As for me, I ordered "The Thin Man" boxed set from Amazon Friday, so that's what I'm looking forward to as the too short as always weekend fades into the inevitable Monday. Happy viewing to me!

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Two topics for the price of one post! (a rant)

First off: Target owns my soul. Well maybe not my soul, but at least a significant portion of my bank account. If I had a firstborn they'd probably own that too. Today's haul:
  • 1 pair of pants
  • 5 shirts (this is not frivolous girl shopping, I need clothes. also shoes, which even I don't buy at Target)
  • 2 bras (can never have too many of those)
  • 6-pac cotton undies (the everyday a 7th bonus pair!)
  • resealable sandwich bags
  • light bulbs
  • clock radio (I busted the old one shutting it off rather forcefully one weekday morning)
  • multi-vitamins
  • calcium + D vitamins, because my bones and I aren't getting any younger and they were marked down to a buck
  • 3 different hair care products, because I'm worth it (and also because my hair is a mess and needs it)
  • multi-pak of sugar-free gum
  • toothpaste
  • 2 different shades of eyeshadow
  • mascara
  • chapstick
  • flashlight (the old one broke)
  • woolite
  • microwave omelet maker (I swore I'd never do it, but...)
  • pepperidge farm cookies (for that last weekend before Weight Watchers snackfest)
  • digital scale (for that last weekend before Weight Watchers shockfest..holy crap, I'm ten pounds more than I thought...)
  • bottle of wine (for recovering from this shopping trip and the scale thing)

$235 bucks later, I entered my validated parking card only to be charged $1 for parking. Because, you know, I just dropped over $200 bucks here in apparently a little over two hours (and that was without the new vacuum cleaner I desperately need, because as usual, the West Hollywood Target was so fucking picked over that all they had left were the really expensive ones that I don't need, not to mention a few other lesser items any other Target would stock in obvious places), so what's another dollar?

To me it's the principle of the thing. I've never understood the concept of being charged for parking at a place that I'm going to specifically to spend money, it irritates the hell out of me. I'm here to give you my hard earned cash, don't charge me for the privilege of showing up. I'm here to shop, don't make me watch the clock. Especially in a place like L.A. where everybody drives. Which segues cutely into the second part of the post/rant:

I fucking hate the West Hollywood Gateway shopping center. There are not words to express my disappointment, because this was me, a longtime Hollywood resident, a few years back when the project was announced: "We're getting a Target in Hollywood? And a Best Buy? And they're gonna knock down the ridiculously overpriced carwash on the corner of La Brea and Santa Monica for it while sparing the nearby landmark Formosa Cafe? With the brilliance of underground parking? YAY!!!"

I am a Target groupie and have been for years, but this particular Target has been poorly stocked and picked over from Day 1 and they don't seem inclined to improve this situation. It's like they want me to hate shopping there. I truly believe that, because otherwise I have to believe that someone whose expertise lies in the retail field is just that clueless, and I really hate and fear incredibly stupid people.

Not to mention that the person who designed the parking garage at West Hollywood Gateway should be shot, or at least physically prevented from ever designing anything again. Look, if your non-staffed, automated exit system requires staff at all exits to assist with the confusing, non-staffed, automated, payable by debit or credit card only exit system, maybe you should just put people in the booth to take tickets and cash at minimum wage, like at Beverly Connection. Or maybe just let us park ours cars there without penalty, so we can spend freely without worrying about the time. Is that too much to ask? Apparently, it is.

So, Goddamn, I hate you West Hollywood Gateway. From now on, Burbank here I come.

A few of my favorite things

I keep a list of quotes I've come across over the years so that I don't forget them later on. I don't retain things well, out of sight, out of mind. Anyway, here are a bunch for your enjoyment: First, some industry related examples: "Make movies that make people laugh, cry, or keep them on the edge of their seats." - Carl Laemmle Carl Laemmle founded Universal Studios, which he staffed with family members lacking in movie-making skills, thereby also founding the time-honored Hollywood tradition of nepotism. Nonetheless, I keep this quote as a reminder of what I need to do when I'm writing, although I would add "think" to the list of reactions. This next one is pretty funny given what I do for a living: "Television is an invention that permits you to be entertained in your living room by people you would not have in your home." - David Frost The list of celebrities who should be force-fed the following advice is probably without end. From the great John Wooden: "Talent is God-given; be humble. Fame is man-given; be thankful. Conceit is self-given; be careful." This next one helped get me through the aftermath of 9/11. I started a philosophy class right about that time and this quote was in the textbook: "This is part of the infinite goodness of God, that He should allow evil to exist, and out of it produce good." - St. Thomas Aquinas A couple personal favorites (don't know who came up with the first two, so I can't give proper credit): "Remember, you're unique. Just like everyone else." "You laugh because I'm different, I laugh because you're all the same." "Idling has always been my strong point. I take no credit to myself - it is a gift." - Jerome K. Jerome. "I pray thee, O God, that I may be beautiful within." - Socrates And a favorite from Robert Benchley: "Drawing upon my fine command of language, I said nothing."

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Happy belated birthday... me! Hey, I hit the one month mark yesterday and totally missed it. So my plans this weekend now include actually telling people about the blog. That was the deal, one month means I'm going to stick with it, means it's real, that it's a keeper. So now I can start to publicize it, to family, friends, the internet and The Errand Gang (an elite group of caring people...although we don't hook up like we used to, you know you are special and you know who you are). Weird, it feels like more than a month. Now, my next goal is to get listed on L.A. Blogs, but I can't even apply there until the blog is three months old, thems the L.A. blogrolling rules. So that means that what I'm looking forward to is I that will commence with rose parading on L.A. Blogs come Halloween. Funny, I've gone from furtively hiding my blogging from the world to being busted by Liz to wanting it out there for the world - at least my part of the world here in Southern California - to see. I don't blame the guy for the three month rule, it seems to work for him. But now I'm feeling greedy, I want in. Blogging, she is addictive.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

The good, the bad and the whatever

The good: I started on the links. The bad: My uncle has cancer after all. The ugly: I'm convinced that the Kings are poised for another season of Anschultz/Liewicke era mediocrity. Call it an educated guess. The just plain weird: My mother is in Hawaii with my dad and my sister as I type this.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

Alternate Meanings

Was going through some old files today, came across this and thought it was funny enough to post: Once again, The Washington Post published its yearly contest in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for various words. And the winners are: 1) Coffee (n.), a person who is coughed upon. 2) Flabbergasted (adj.), appalled over how much weight you have gained. 3) Abdicate (v.), to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach. 4) Esplanade (v.), to attempt an explanation while drunk. 5) Willy-nilly (adj.), impotent. 6) Negligent (adj.), describes a condition in which you absent-mindedly answer the door in your nightgown. 7) Lymph (v.), to walk with a lisp. 8) Gargoyle (n.), an olive-flavored mouthwash. 9) Flatulence (n.), the emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller. 10) Balderdash (n.), a rapidly receding hairline. 11) Testicle (n.), a humorous question on an exam. 12) Rectitude (n.), the formal, dignified demeanor assumed by a proctolgist immediately before he examines you. 13) Oyster (n.), a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddish expressions. 14) Pokemon (n.), a Jamaican proctologist. 15) Frisbeetarianism (n.), the belief that, when you die your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck there. 16) Circumvent (n.), the opening in the front of boxer shorts. Hee!

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Fuk you!

Kings sign Japanese goalie Yutaka Fukufuji. Fuji-san! The name alone is enough to make me love him. I hope for a number 36 jersey in my future. In my dreams, he is a phenom (and dare I dream, an elite goalie?) not some guy who went 238th in the entry draft, not some guy who got a brief moment of glory today as a very brief headline and certainly not someone who once played for a team called the "Kokudo Bunnies". I don't care how lost in translation you are, you just don't call a hockey team the "Bunnies". Even if you're Japanese. You just don't, man. It's worse than the BJ's (Columbus Blue Jackets, slackers). BJ's at the Staples Center tonight everyone! And they suck! When they're not blowing! Oh and cokester of Let's Go Kings? Your mad Photoshop skills rock. Way to be on top of things. On the other hand, Fuji-san, dude we love you dearly already, but no matter how many pucks you stop, sad fact is that there are people who just won't get past the "Meet the Beatles" hairstyle. So get thee to a stylist. Ask Luc, he used to do the horrific curly front/long ass back thing (I refuse to classify it as a mullet, because he's Luc and always has been his incredibly wonderful self). Now, must go practice my Japanese.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Don't Fear the Reaper

You know what this blog needs? More Cowbell! I've got a fevah, and the only prescription is...MORE COWBELL!!! Downloading that was my contribution to getting through the late afternoon at the office today. Not to mention I need to do something with links to make this blog a whole lot more presentable, but I think I'm going to leave that for the weekend. Monday night, went to a screening of Thumbsucker with Liz, who knitted through the Q&A, so it wasn't just me. The first-time director/writer was endearing in a geeky way, God knows he made a great little flick and I think I would have been totally entertained if it was just his unknown self doing the talking. But the actors...people, made me feel like writers (which I claim/aspire to be) are performing a public service. You have these people who are so amazing when you put a script in their hands, give them direction and point a camera at them. Left to their own devices? Not so impressive. Kind of boring (or in Kelli Garner's case, dumb and blonde and giggly, never a good combo for me) . The first Q&A I ever actually saw people leaving before it was over. Made me feel like I need to write more, and not just for myself. I guess not everyone can be George Clooney explaining his runaway production self where Confessions of a Dangerous Mind is concerned. Regarding the flick itself, loved it (although Liz and I both thought it ran a bit long in parts we couldn't quite put our fingers on), think the fact that I'm a Wes Anderson geek probably helped, Keanu was funny as hell, Vince Vaughn was restrained and there was Elliot Smith (eek!) In unrelated news, my mom heads for her bizarro Hawaiian vacation early next week. We'll be having dinner Tuesday night in LAXland before she takes flight. Gory details to blog/follow, I'm sure. On the Tivo battlefield front: I've got it to program certain shows, keywords, actors and directors for me, and record them even. Play them back? It's not happening. Must troubleshoot...

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Tivo (Dam)Nation

I think it's hooked up...

TV on DVD: "Arrested Development"

My mom has been bugging me to watch "Arrested Development", insisting it would appeal to my sense of humor. So I finally Netflixed the first DVD of season 1. I wanted to like this show, I really did. I admire Fox for keeping it on the air despite it's less than stellar ratings. Plus there's the whole dysfunctional family angle, of course. Bad news - I only got through the first 3-1/2 episodes before turning it off and not feeling like I was missing anything. I'm not sure what the problem is - loved the cast, especially Jason Bateman. Loved the concept, loved the characters for the most part. The handheld camera approach made me a little naseous, but with the exception of "The Blair Witch Project" (in which part of the story was that these were people filming each other) that never works for me anyway. But the love just wasn't there. For some weird reason, it actually makes me sad that I didn't fall madly in love with this show. I was all ready to program it into the Tivo, but it won't be cluttering up the hard drive after all. Speaking of Tivo, setting it up is proving to be a little more challenging than I had anticipated. It's still a work in progress.

Friday, August 12, 2005

It's a small world on the world wide web

The plan was, blog for a whole month and if I stuck with it then spread the news. Rather than make the big announcement that I was blogging and then never update the damn thing. I figured if I kept at it for a month, I would be in the habit and might actually follow through, something I'm not good at. I'm very good at starting things, many things, but not finishing them. Writer's Bootcamp, the best freaking screenwriting program in the world in which I am now historically a sad dropout, for example. Still the best program around, the best seven grand I ever spent, and I can't recommend it highly enough. I got everything and more than I ever expected from it. Just don't tell them I sent you. But it was okay blog-wise, because the posts aren't going to expire, they aren't going anywhere. Not to mention there is much polishing to do in the overall scheme of things on the overall look and design of the blog, even as I realized the pink was getting obnoxious, really, really obnoxious. Except for the obvious part about it being fitting in that I called the thing Rose Parade. Roses are my favorite flower, my birth flower (June) and I was born in Pasadena, plus there's the Elliott Smith "Rose Parade" song that I love so much that got me my URL when I found that simply "rose parade" was taken. Also, have you ever really looked at those floats? It's boggling what they do with just plants. So more than enough to justify it. And besides, who was going to see if I didn't tell anyone? We were floating all alone and anonymous on the web, my little blog and me. So this morning at work the aforementioned (in the BALLS post) Liz came to my desk and cheerfully informed me that she found my blog last night. Color me stunned and probably something close to lobster red, or at least obnoxiously pink like the blog. How had she done it? She hadn't, I had. I linked to her blog. And because she knows the blogging ropes while I'm a clueless newbie, she had the resources to see that someone - in this case me - had linked to her. Apparently there are a couple of ways to see this. Something to do with blogshare and eventually a tardy technorati site. I had no idea. I'll deal with them later. But we had lunch today, celebrated the third anniversary of her arrival in L.A. by ordering dessert, at which point the waitress looked at her funny and asked if she wanted it now. The hell? Come on, three years ago the girl drove cross country post-film school and I'm trying desperately not to make an ass of myself on the internet. Just give us our damn German Chocolate Cake already, you obviously out of work actress. We earned it. And we tipped her anyway. Because it was that good of a day. Lesson learned? The best way to find out if you can swim is to have someone throw you into the water. It wasn't how I planned it, not how I would have chosen it, but I think it may have worked. I think, I hope, because this blogging thing isn't going away. So thanks, Liz. On the other hand, listen to me. It's just a freaking blog, nothing to make excuses for. It's not like I'm posting immature crap like OMG teh hotness!!!1!11!!!! Yeah, I know that much about the web.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

The obligatory Thursday night post

Because I am determined to blog on a regular basis and stick with it and not let it go like I do with everything else I don't finish. Which is everything. Okay. The Tivo arrived two days ago. Being a woman, I started reading the instructions. They were intimidating and promised a lengthy setup. Not just plug it in and watch it go as this Windows nation has been conditioned to expect. Also I have to reconfigure my entertainment center to include another box. As much as I want to program my Tivo, I have missed "South Park" last night and will miss "CSI" tonight. I guess it's gonna have to wait until the weekend. So glad tomorrow is Friday. For so many reasons, and it's not even a payday Friday. Also, my family situation continues to go insane. My divorced parents continue to unofficially stoke the teenage hots for each other (6-hour phone call? Uh, yeah). Except that this time, Mom is in charge. Because she can say the bitchslap what-I'm-really-thinking things I can't on account of he's my Dad the authority figure. Oh but man, at my age, with my sorry history, I am almost, kind of getting this close. Because I'm telling you, if I have to smile and nod through the story of the time he swam with the sea-turtle that pooped in his face like it's the first time I've heard it...let's just say, I swam with a sea-turtle once too. On Kailua, courtesy of Dad. But nobody pooped in my face and I don't button-hole everyone with my sea-turtle story. Maybe because I didn't piss one off enough to poop on me, Triumph style. To which I say, yay for me. Officially D-Day is August 24, the day Mom gets on a plane by herself and hits the five hour flight to Hawaii. She's being driven (seriously) to the Marriott at LAX the day before, I'm going to actually get in my car and deal with weeknight rush hour traffic to go over there and have dinner with her the night before she embarks upon her stranger-than-fiction Hawaiian holiday. I'm just glad that both my parents have enough of a sense of humor (they say) to actually want me to use this in my writing. Hey! Already done parental peeps! You guys are so in a short story I came up with last weekend. Now I just need to write it...and I will, don't you worry.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Embrace your balls, you were born with them!

So guys or gals, click on the post title for some serious wisdom from my friend Liz, the Everyday Goddess, co-worker, pretty much once a week lunch companion to whom I never contribute enough comment, all-around inspiration for me wanting to be a serious blogger and guys, seriously a catch for the discriminating man. People, she went to the inaugural BlogHer thing up north. She is to be taken seriously in this arena. To me, the amazing thing about this post is that as sociable and pro-active about dating as Liz is, I am totally her polar opposite in this respect, and yet nonetheless, everything she says, I agree with in a well yeah, and duh while you're at it cuz you're a guy kind of way. It's just a guy thing, I guess. You take Liz's advice to heart, hell I might even date you. Providing of course that you can make it convincing that you really find big, self-sufficient, anti-social brunettes with dreams of creative gradeur to be incredibly hot. Or at least reasonably attractive. Well, it's a start. But yeah about the balls. Unless you're a horse or a housepet with a responsible owner, don't be afraid to flaunt what you've got. God knows I don't - for all my percieved smarts, I never forget I'm just a girl in this world with a 38-inch bustline and everything it gets me. Even us smart, independent women who aren't looking for a meal ticket like our men to be men. Really, on behalf of smart women I'm telling you, somewhere, someone will take that to the bank. Whatever it takes.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Fire in the Hollywood Hills

The office I work in is on the southeast corner of Hollywood Boulevard and La Brea in Hollywood. We're on the 11th floor and as a result have quite an impressive view of the surrounding area, including the Hollywood Hills and Hollywood Sign. So about a quarter to six our receptionist sends out an email titled: FIRE IN THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS, with a message to come see! We were watching from the breakroom and had the news on at the same time (there's also a fire going on in Pomona, apparently) and I was kicking myself for not having the camera with me. I've been trying to get in the habit of carrying it with me for just such an occassion. By six it was clear the fire was nowhere near out. So I ran home (okay, I since I'm only a block from the office, grabbed the camera and headed back. Got some pretty good pics. I lost count of how many fire engines I saw barreling down Hollywood Boulevard. Most of the pictures were taken from the office, which is why you can see the reflection of the lighting fixture in the picture above. Otherwise, pretty cool (the pictures, not the fire). They seemed to have the blaze under control by seven, although I'm still hearing sirens. LAFD is earning their pay today.

Monday, August 08, 2005

Crisis averted

So the good news is that the lump in my uncle's throat is just an infected lymph node and not a tumor, and my dad's shingles aren't hurting as much and he's three months away from the magical 5-year cancer free mark. On the other hand my Tivo hasn't shown up yet. But at least I have my health.

Friday, August 05, 2005

Coming this fall to your TV

Part of my job - a big part - involves tracking new TV shows as they are greenlit. By now, the 2005 pilot season is but a hectic memory and production has already begun on the fall season. I have to say I think this was probably one of the better pilot seasons I've seen in terms of quality. Very little outright garbage like this. I'm kind of glad I didn't have to decide who got picked up and who didn't. But one thing is consistent - successful shows spawn ripoffs. Sorry, I mean trends. I mean more of the same genre. Okay, not blatant ripoffs, but still, you know, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and there are several successful shows feeling the imitation love. With all that in mind, here are some flattering shows coming this fall to your TV:

Thanks to "Lost" and "Medium", the whole supernatural thing is in demand, preferably with a single-word title. So get ready for the aptly named "Supernatural", the equally efficiently named "Invasion", "Surface" (inexplicably retitled from the far superior "Fathom"), "Threshold", the return of "Night Stalker" (unfortunately scheduled opposite "CSI: The Original One") and "The Ghost Whisperer", which is basically "Medium" with Jennifer Love Hewitt instead of the lovely and talented and Emmy nominated Patricia Arquette. Speaking of "CSI" the whole forensics thing is still hot, spawning "The Evidence" (CSI: San Francisco) and "Bones" (CSI: Washington DC). Who knew five years ago that fingerprints and fiber and microscopic crap would be so popular? Apparently, it really is all in the execution. On the cable side, there are a few shows in development that I think look genuinely interesting:

  • "Psyche" (USA) - Revolves around a psychic detective...who isn't actually psychic.
  • "Dexter" (Showtime) - Based on Jeff Lindsay's novels about a handsome, outwardly pleasant young man, a blood spatter expert in the Miami-Dade crime lab...who also happens to be a sociopathic serial killer. The hook? He only kills bad guys who deserve it.
  • "Suckers" (HBO) - A single mother attempts to raise her children with decent moral values, a situation complicated by the fact that they are a family of vampires.

These three shows fall under a category I like to refer to as "I wish I'd thought of that". Serious creativity envy.

I read the first Dexter and liked it enough to buy the recently released sequel. If these shows go to series I may have to upgrade my cable package.

More NHL shenanigans

Damn, I wish the Kings could land a goalie like this. *Whines* Why can't we have an elite goalie??? It's a simple fact of of life that you don't win the Stanley Cup without one. Man, the B-Hawks just got good. Or at least smarter. Not a happy day in Tampa Bay. You know, I don't know if it's the salary cap or just my imagination, but seeing the recent player transactions it seems like the new CBA may help level the playing field as far as the amount of talent on each team. Interesting.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

The Tivo is in the mail

Got the email from Amazon this afternoon...the Tivo has shipped! It won't be here for the weekend, but by this time next week I'll be in the thick of it. Can't wait! I have that kid at Christmas giddy thing going on. Yay!

More Whoa

Kings get Roenick, who Philly decided was expendable since they just signed Peter Forsberg, lucky fucking bastards. If we had signed Forsberg I'd be on the phone ordering season tickets now and worrying about how I'd pay for them later. The Ducks not looking too shabby. More comings and goings in the NHL. This season is going to be an interesting one, kids.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

WHOA! Pronger to the Oilers

Also, the Kings signed Pavol Demitra yesterday! We may not actually suck this year. Go figure.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

It's not television, it's Tivo!

Hopefully HBO will never know I ripped off/co-opted their slogan. Like they care. Are they even still using that one? It's a fine line between homage and plagiarism, isn't it? Because, "It isn't television, it's HBO" is brilliant. I'm happy for the opportunity to pay homage to it. I've been headed for the Tivo thing for the last couple of months and today I finally broke down and ordered it. It's coming from and I decided to spring for the extra fifty bucks and get the 140 hour model. The birthday Borders gift certificate from Lisa will offset the "Tivo for Dummies" book I also ordered. I did the research, 80 hours seemed fine initially but then I learned about the differences in screen quality affecting the number of hours you actually really have. Much like the now-archaic VCR tape. One tape, different number of hours available on said tape depending on desired picture quality. Ditto Tivo, apparently. Heh, the more things change, the more they stay the same. I got invaluable advice from this thread on, including the best advice of all as far as what model to buy: the biggest one you can afford. So hello 140 hour Tivo. Come to mommy. The email I got from Amazon indicates that they won't ship until August 8, but they have a tendency to be ultra-conservative on their anticipated ship dates, so it's possible it will ship much faster. Either way, I'll be eagerly awaiting my new shipment of TV crack. Programming this thing is going to be such a trip. Not to mention skipping past commercials. Yay! all around.