20 posts tagged “entertainment”
I woke up around noon on Friday. To hell with Black Friday. Every Friday is Black Friday. Well, if you want to look beyond the skin color, then it's every other Friday. Payday. Me wanting a bunch a stuff that priced pretty decently, but I can't afford anyway. So the only sale I hit this years was a preview sales at Borders on Wednesday. And my big gets were:
On sale for $19.99.
And:
There were a couple of others gets I shouldn't have got pockets journals, calenders, a Family Guy trivia game for a friend and Book number 19:
Haven't really listened to him since he left terrestrial radio, but I've always been a Howard Stern fan and love me some self-destructive Artie Lange.
In addition to being a preview sale, this was a going-out-of-business sale for my local Borders. So I think it's time for me to find my library card and see about a digital reader. I'm thinking about a Sony, since it's the cheapest and there's a about a three month wait for Amazon's Kindle.
At times, he may have been a dick of the football field with a his grandstanding (a fact I learned from The Simpsons and not as a fan of football), but he along with his professional dance partner Kym Johnson were always a delight on this season of Dancing With The Stars. You may have come second, but you're first in my heart. Aside from being appreciative of the joy that he was on the dance floor, I'm also appreciative of the fact that he's provided folks looking to break the ice with another question aside from "You play football?" At the store the other day, I was waiting for my change when a guy behind me asked, "You don't dance like Warren do you?" I gave him the say answer I give when everyone ask the football question ("No."), but I gave him a smile and a laugh to boot (as opposed to the death glare I give in response to the football question.)
Edited to Add: Here's my favorite performance of the season featuring Warren and the rest of Team Paso Doble.
When Tracy Strauss decided venture down to New Orleans to investigate doppelganger Niki Sanders, I had high hopes of being reaqauinted with Dawson clan. Alas, the only one there to mourn his recently deceased mother and give Tracy the next clue to her origin was poor little moppet Micah. Where in the hell was everybody else? Did little Micah decide to ride Hurricaine Gustav while everyone else fled or were there other reasons for their absences? I kinda understand Uhura's Nana Dawson absence from Nicki's funeral. There was probably some underlying resentment that came to bear for that crazy white girl that got her nephew killed. Besides, she had Hiro's daddy's, gay wedding to go to. So bump that dead bi-polar bish. However, Monica's absence was a little more inexplicable for three reasons.
- She had sort taken on the role of Micah's caretaker. So it figures she'd there in one of his greatest moments of need.
- If not for MIcah, guilt shoud've compelled her to stick around. She was partial responsible NIcki's death. Sure, you use adoptive muscle memory to bone up some slick ninjas but you neglect to look into escape artistry just in case the bad guys catch you.So Niki ends up strong arming her way into the abandon building to save you hide and blows up before she has the chance to escape!
- YOU HAD ADOPTIVE MUSCLE MEMORY! Out of all the newbies from season two, you had the coolest abilty. Sure, I enjoyed
Veronica MarsElle with electro-hands of death and razor sharp snark but you were The One with the most awesome of powers.
Gemma's the H.O.L.I.C.(Head Old Lady In Charge). She was married to the founder of the Sons of Anarchy. After his death, she married his succesor. Now in order to maintain her status, she has to deal with her son Jax, who's being haunted by his father (via his old journals). Yep, it's kinda like Hamlet on Harley, but Gemma far more menacing and manipulative than Gertrude ever was. If Gemma came talking to you about "There's a willow grows alsant . . . blah, blah, blah Ophelia drowned. Sweets to sweet." you wouldn't dare ask her but you'd have to ask yourself, I wonder if that she pushed her in? Especially after you see the way she handles the meth-addicted mother of her prematurely born grandson. Gemma ain't one to be messed nor is her family.
It was fun night that had it's uncomfortable moments. Like co-signing on some of the things that Reverend had to say and tossing out the "S-word" in regards to certain jewish people reluctance to vote for Obama. I took umbrage with a bit, but I appreciated her candor and the fact that she isn't one of the folks that believe art should be reduced to making people happy. You're supposed to push the boundaries. And how in the hell are you supposed to push the boundaries if you don't cross a few lines?**
*Of course, I promised that you would be my only social networking site, but . . . It just happened. It was an accident.
** Sorry, a Sons of Anarchy marathon this weekend gots me typing out lines like that.What bullshit Vin Diesel movie did I still that line from?
Who was your first celebrity crush?
Submitted by Glory.
In the words of Barry White, Justin Timberlake is . . .
The First. The Last. My Everything.
Kidding! They're been quite a few others. I'm trying to figure out why the majority of them were white. Do I blame it on the media and lack of minorities back in the day? Do I blame it on my three brothers pushing towards the other? Or do I fall back on the gay cliche and blame mother? She was the one that let me watch soaps with her and introduced with these impossibly perfect mulleted men. She was the one that let me use her already read People and Soap Opera Digest to make photo collages of the men from General Hospital, Blackie, Frisco and Noah. At the time, I didn't know why I liked them. I just liked them.
Then there was:
I was just reminded of Wil Wheaton today, because I noticed he also posted the hilarious clip of McCain being Barack'd Rolled (gotta love McCain and blue/green screen). After seeing Stand By Me, I think I just wanted to besties with Gordie who was kinda like me, the quiet one in his crew except for when he had a story to tell, (who knew that years later that it would the chunky kid that I would be lusting after).
Whatever it was that I felt for Wheaton prompted me to write and send off my first fan letter fan poem. The only thing I remember about it is the opening couplet:
At five feet eleven
He's a descendant from heaven. . .
With it starting off that badly, I can only imagine it was all downhill from there and peppered with silly factoids and trivia I picked up from the latest issue of Teen Beat. In spite of the fact, Mr. Wheaton or someone on his staff was nice enough to send me back a postcard photo of Wil with a pre-printed message on the message on the back.
My grown man celebrity crush that crushed any hopes that I could pray my way to normal?
Bruce Willis. After making with shirtless photos of him in magazine and clamping my legs tight to get nice new funny feeling without touching "it" and techinically doing anything wrong, I figured about the only thing I could for from the Big Guy was forgiveness. I was full on into dudes and Motown-loving and mischief-making David Addison, the character he played in Moonlighting was the type of man I wanted. Not too mention the fact that he made feel a little less sissified, when my brothers and I were stealing alcohol from our uncles and I always went for the wine coolers.
Happy endings were few and far between on the series finale of The Wire (Poor Dukie! Poor Alma!) So seeing a few of the actors from that great ensemble land other roles has kind of helped me to make up my own. Like Thursday! It was nice to see Bea Amy Ryan get a nice Office job. And when Daniels Lance Reddick isn't tooling around around in his caddy, it good to see him still putting that steely glance of his to work and scaring the bejesus out of the losties as Matthew Abaddon. But in the warbled words of Idol wannabe Juanita Barber, "what about the children" who brought most of the emotional heft to season four and a fair share of heartbreak to season 5 (Dammit Dukie! Damn you Kenard)? When we last saw Michael, he was on his way to becoming Omar v2.0, an outsider wreaking havoc on "the game" with a pretty boy by his side and an honor code all his own. Most of us know how well that turned out for v1.0. So I was disheartened to see Michael following along on the same path-- although he had few other options. Therefore when I found out who was in the cast of the upcoming 90210 spin-off, I warmed up to the show a little more. Micheal's Tristan Wilds has made it off the means streets of B'more and is moving on up to B'Hills-- and Lucille Bluth is Jessica Walters plays his adoptive grandmother!
Here's hoping a blood relative or foster family shows up from Dixon Mills' past. I don't know who. Maybe . . . someone a bit on the androgynous side who knows how to handle a nail gun and takes extreme pride in her hair.
Although I may have to fight Coco Larue for him, I'm in lurve with Jason Castro. He's so dreamy.
I just want to plant him in between my legs, pick the lint out of his Ani DiFrancoesque dreads, puff and pass (Clove cigarettes! Of course!) and massage his head with patchouli oil.
