I stopped watching the OC half way through the 2nd season. We grew apart is what happened, after the lesbian scenes there was no where to go anymore. And the best character on the show was Anna... and they let her fly off to bloody Pittsburgh because she prefered it to southern california... so yeah, no realism there whatsoever.
So I stopped coming to the table... the food didnt taste as good as it used to, and they probably got daft enough to start using tabasco in their Curry Dish, which is like commiting an act of symbolic incest (I worked on that line for a good a month, btw, you better appreciate it. Im doing a Hulk Hogan ear to the crowd right now...) OC was almost off my radar, until yesterday, where out of nowhere I found out Anna had quit her job as an assistant at James Camerons production company and is coming back to the OC. Annas BACK. What will I do? Lost and 24 are building to a crazy climax, Sopranos have come out again, Entourage is ready to reload in the next few months... Earl and Crab Man are still making me laugh, really I dont have any time (or more like download bandwidth limit) for the OC... but with Anna? Tough call... Samaire is the best ever.
So ends another pointless post about TV related characters. {Noli does a Soccer-player-style over-the-head clap to the crowd}
PS I should name drop Marty more often, hes funny when he "retorts", anybody wanna hear about the time when we were gambling in a Casino in Monaco?
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Suri
Ugh...
I thought I could do it, I thought I could pass this week without commenting on the newest celebrity baby and the tornado of gossip that surrounds. (And I think you know which baby Im talking about... Katie Holmes and Chris Kleins.. err.. Tom Cruises. Which is preposterous; Tom Cruises has a Hollywood gun, it shoots blanks) In the end though, there was no way I could avoid celebrity gossip as good and personal as this, especially when its an addiction. Im a sorry git.
Katie has always been one of my favorites. Back in my post graduation year of 1998, Dawson Creek season one came on TV (the best single season of all time for pop culture dramas, all time i say) and so did Katie. The shows dichotomy premise of eloquent dialogue and vocabular maturity mixed with naive adolescence was fresh, unique and it rubbed off on the actors that played them, especially Katie. I loved that season, J Crew clothes and all. But the biggest rub on Katie was that she possessed a knee buckling doe-eyed smile where her nose would wrinkle, and sometimes, she would bite her tongue between her teeth, too. And that gets me every single time; puddle of room temperature jello. Any girl that could do that while looking at me, Id end up immediately buying them a house. (UBC Girl on Lost has the same smile too) So when she started kanoodling with this Tom Cruise... I was absolutely shocked. This was bad. OJ bad. Whitney Houston bad. Image of the Prophet Mohommed in a Danish newspaper cartoon bad. Marty going to the dry cleaners and picking up his blouse bad.
Ive decided though that Im still giving Katie a pass, cuz its not her fault. She got pregnant, which blew the whole authenticity of the relationship out of the water from the get go. Thats where Toms phantom weapons of mass destruction scheming screwed up becuase there is no God given way we are to freely believe that Tom is capable of producing offspring. Like he was married to a hot Australian for over 10 years, and all they could do was adopt two kids. Plus he's gay, he doesnt even dig chicks; there is a reason for the underlying homoeroticism in Top Gun and for Rob Thomas being on his cellphone quickdial. So this baby thing is all a ruse; the facts are waterproof and the internet doesnt lie. So I give it 29 months before Katie comes to her senses and publishes her tell-all book, which is going to be so mindblowingly good. Dwayne Wade good. Kenyan in Boston Marathon good. Jessica Alba "Into the Blue" good.
I thought I could do it, I thought I could pass this week without commenting on the newest celebrity baby and the tornado of gossip that surrounds. (And I think you know which baby Im talking about... Katie Holmes and Chris Kleins.. err.. Tom Cruises. Which is preposterous; Tom Cruises has a Hollywood gun, it shoots blanks) In the end though, there was no way I could avoid celebrity gossip as good and personal as this, especially when its an addiction. Im a sorry git.
Katie has always been one of my favorites. Back in my post graduation year of 1998, Dawson Creek season one came on TV (the best single season of all time for pop culture dramas, all time i say) and so did Katie. The shows dichotomy premise of eloquent dialogue and vocabular maturity mixed with naive adolescence was fresh, unique and it rubbed off on the actors that played them, especially Katie. I loved that season, J Crew clothes and all. But the biggest rub on Katie was that she possessed a knee buckling doe-eyed smile where her nose would wrinkle, and sometimes, she would bite her tongue between her teeth, too. And that gets me every single time; puddle of room temperature jello. Any girl that could do that while looking at me, Id end up immediately buying them a house. (UBC Girl on Lost has the same smile too) So when she started kanoodling with this Tom Cruise... I was absolutely shocked. This was bad. OJ bad. Whitney Houston bad. Image of the Prophet Mohommed in a Danish newspaper cartoon bad. Marty going to the dry cleaners and picking up his blouse bad.
Ive decided though that Im still giving Katie a pass, cuz its not her fault. She got pregnant, which blew the whole authenticity of the relationship out of the water from the get go. Thats where Toms phantom weapons of mass destruction scheming screwed up becuase there is no God given way we are to freely believe that Tom is capable of producing offspring. Like he was married to a hot Australian for over 10 years, and all they could do was adopt two kids. Plus he's gay, he doesnt even dig chicks; there is a reason for the underlying homoeroticism in Top Gun and for Rob Thomas being on his cellphone quickdial. So this baby thing is all a ruse; the facts are waterproof and the internet doesnt lie. So I give it 29 months before Katie comes to her senses and publishes her tell-all book, which is going to be so mindblowingly good. Dwayne Wade good. Kenyan in Boston Marathon good. Jessica Alba "Into the Blue" good.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
random trippy moment
About to sleep. 1:08 AM. Channel 4 UK, Album Chart Show. Richard Ashcroft singing live (dude from The Verve / Bitter Sweet Symphony). Hes wearing a People Power Philippines Tee Shirt. Color Yellow. WTF? I want that... where did he get it... maybe from his nanny...
Friday, April 14, 2006
Canucks are the best
Im glad Im not in Vancouver right now. SO glad. This way, missing the playoffs doesnt really bother me as much. Being seperated by one continent and an ocean does wonders for compromising loyal attachments. Calgary in the Playoffs. Two words I dont like together, Calgary and Playoffs, especially when its seperated by the preposition "in the". Im sick to my stomach, no doubt, but just like 20 mins after Wendys, I go to the bathroom, and its gone.
Its all about the World Cup anyways. Go on Ghanians!!
Its all about the World Cup anyways. Go on Ghanians!!
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
notes, rapid fire
- Watched Ice Age 2 last weekend. Fell asleep.
- Gnarls Barkley, "Crazy". Download it.
- Britney Spears in no longer sexy. Pass it on.
- Put down 10 euro on 1-80 odds Sergio would win the Masters. 10 euro gone.
- Put down 10 euro on 1-66 odds Mike Weir would win the Masters. 20 euro gone.
- Put down 5 euro on 1-100 odds that Steven Ames would win the Masters. 25 euro gone.
- Put down 5 euro on 1-33 odds that Rocco Mediate would win the Masters. 10 minutes later, he records a 10 spot on the 12th hole. 30 euro gone.
- Put 2.5 euro on 1-80 odds that Tigers Woods would come back after being 6 back on the 15th hole, a bet which ensures that he loses. Money well spent, I hate Tiger.
- Put 10 euro on Inca Trail to win the Grand National, the biggest steeplechase race in the world. Lost another 10 euro.
- My friend Josie, picks the winner and the runnerup. What the Feck!
- Internet Gambling is deadly. Im never gambling again...
- I love that 24 is on every week without breaks for reruns. Absolute genius.
- Bauer is going after the President of the United States? Cant be topped.
- Speaking of.. Lost will go on a 3 week break after tonight. Talk about losing youre mojo.
- Im in love with the girl who plays the First Ladys Assistant on 24 (Sandrine Holt)- She is the Banana Ketchup of Condiments.
- Girls with hooker boots are starting to tuck in their jeans to them, as the new fashion. Like what the? First Ugs now this bullshit. This is the female equivalent to dudes rolling up the bottom of their jean ankle tight style.
- Only 1 more month until my next vacation.
- Going to the French Open so that I could listen to Maria Sharapova grunt.
- Gnarls Barkley, "Crazy". Download it.
- Britney Spears in no longer sexy. Pass it on.
- Put down 10 euro on 1-80 odds Sergio would win the Masters. 10 euro gone.
- Put down 10 euro on 1-66 odds Mike Weir would win the Masters. 20 euro gone.
- Put down 5 euro on 1-100 odds that Steven Ames would win the Masters. 25 euro gone.
- Put down 5 euro on 1-33 odds that Rocco Mediate would win the Masters. 10 minutes later, he records a 10 spot on the 12th hole. 30 euro gone.
- Put 2.5 euro on 1-80 odds that Tigers Woods would come back after being 6 back on the 15th hole, a bet which ensures that he loses. Money well spent, I hate Tiger.
- Put 10 euro on Inca Trail to win the Grand National, the biggest steeplechase race in the world. Lost another 10 euro.
- My friend Josie, picks the winner and the runnerup. What the Feck!
- Internet Gambling is deadly. Im never gambling again...
- I love that 24 is on every week without breaks for reruns. Absolute genius.
- Bauer is going after the President of the United States? Cant be topped.
- Speaking of.. Lost will go on a 3 week break after tonight. Talk about losing youre mojo.
- Im in love with the girl who plays the First Ladys Assistant on 24 (Sandrine Holt)- She is the Banana Ketchup of Condiments.
- Girls with hooker boots are starting to tuck in their jeans to them, as the new fashion. Like what the? First Ugs now this bullshit. This is the female equivalent to dudes rolling up the bottom of their jean ankle tight style.
- Only 1 more month until my next vacation.
- Going to the French Open so that I could listen to Maria Sharapova grunt.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Blah
Sorry about the April fools day thing. Well, no Im not, I take that back, I thought it was funny... I had no idea so many people would bite. Like, it is, after all, April 1st lads, caveat emptor. Its the only day in the year where I ever lie.
Not much going on, just got back after 2 nights in Dublin... but you remember how I just got an iTunes Express? Well thats already gone. I forgot it today at the Dublin Hotel, feck sakes. Im so absent-minded its disgusting, and the only reason why I brought it down was so that I can test if I could set up a wireless internet connection in the hotel room. Good news it turns out yeah no problem, wireless all thumbs up, but also I left it plugged into the wall. Son of a whore... I hope this Fitzwilliam Hotel (class hotel by the way) is an honest outfit and "find" it for me. I did after all restrained from stealing the robe this time.
But thats it, not much going on, just fuming right now. Gave up chips/fries this year for lent. Im doing so well, so far. On three seperate occasions I got a burger and PROACTIVELY substituted the side of fries with salad. Theres certain people I know that dont have that kind of restraint.
Not much going on, just got back after 2 nights in Dublin... but you remember how I just got an iTunes Express? Well thats already gone. I forgot it today at the Dublin Hotel, feck sakes. Im so absent-minded its disgusting, and the only reason why I brought it down was so that I can test if I could set up a wireless internet connection in the hotel room. Good news it turns out yeah no problem, wireless all thumbs up, but also I left it plugged into the wall. Son of a whore... I hope this Fitzwilliam Hotel (class hotel by the way) is an honest outfit and "find" it for me. I did after all restrained from stealing the robe this time.
But thats it, not much going on, just fuming right now. Gave up chips/fries this year for lent. Im doing so well, so far. On three seperate occasions I got a burger and PROACTIVELY substituted the side of fries with salad. Theres certain people I know that dont have that kind of restraint.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Coming Home
This maybe the end of an era, and possibly as a result, the near end of this blog. Yesterday I gave my one month notice at ABB Ireland. Ive decided to move back to Vancouver, and accept a new job offer with a mechanical consulting company for the Vancouver movie industry. It just seemed like it was time for me to go. Where I will find material to write about now, who knows, but the Irish leg of this commentary is quickly coming to an end. No doubt though, it has been a blast.
Ill write a little bit more later to sum up my time here... theres still some time left for that and there are some postings left in me still. Until then... Ill be starting to look into what car Im going to buy when I get there... Fun!
[Post Editors Note: Check the Date... April Fools]
Ill write a little bit more later to sum up my time here... theres still some time left for that and there are some postings left in me still. Until then... Ill be starting to look into what car Im going to buy when I get there... Fun!
[Post Editors Note: Check the Date... April Fools]
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