When I started blogging, I did it with the intention of all my wildest dreams coming true.
And now it’s happened. Fame, fortune, and power are MINE! <muahhahaha>
Well, not really. But the folks over at MamaPop, a pop culture blog with a feminist slant that I’ve loved since it’s inception, for some reason want me to join their crew. Which, OMG, is totally like your big sister letting you smoke with her and her friends. Well, if I had a big sister, which I don’t, but it’s too late for me to harbor resentment about that. → continue reading
I can’t think of a show I’ve looked forward to each week more than Lost. I remember scouring message boards after the end of Season One for any tidbit of information about where Season Two would go. After Season Two, I decided I wanted to stay spoiler-free because I loved the suspense that much. No show (except maybe The Office) spurs more water-cooler talk or drunken speculation than Lost. It’s a show that encourages thinking and speculation and sleuthing. It’s got so much allusion and allegory, it’s a former high school English teacher’s dream. It’s been more than a show; it’s been an experience. → continue reading
This is why Avatar is bullshit: James Cameron spent $500 million dollars (sit on that number for a minute…) and couldn’t throw enough money towards the writing team to get more than an offensive collection of hackneyed cliches.He basically said, “Eh, forget the ‘story’. I really want to make jellyfish-like things pop out from the screen. Can we get the guys from District 9, the Transformer-looking motherfuckers? No? Call Michael Bay and see if can help out.” Not only did I accurately predict exactly what was going to happen (and no, I didn’t really read any reviews), but our crew of four visiting the Tivoli Sunday morning predicted entire lines of dialogue. It was that cliched. I mean, ****SPOILER ALERT*** is probably unnecessary because the entire plot is predictable as McGuire being on steroids, but I digress. → continue reading
What kind of quitter do you think I am? I’m no quitter. I’m more of a half-asser. But this, this my friends, is an awesome video for me to give you, if I’m not going to grace you with my own wisdom.
Why are these two shows not in syndication? I’m bombarded with fucking Everybody Love Raymond and Two and a Half Men, but I can’t see Lynn Belvedere make Bob Uecker uncomfortable with his British closeted gayness?
What about this? I mean, robots are hot right now, right? I could have told a sitcom starring two people named Dick Christie and Marla Pennington wasn’t destined for timelessness.
In all seriousness, thank you so much for all the comments, tweets, e-mails, and overall good karma after my last post. I’ve been drafting some form of it for months, and the positive feedback from all y’all made me feel really good about finally clicking “publish”. Even better, you guys reaffirmed that we should all feel okay talking about our mental health issues, particularly in light of the recent health/insurance reform debate. Let it be know we need desperately need improved coverage. Big hugs and inappropriate French kisses all around.
When I started blogging, I did it with the intention of all my wildest dreams coming true.
Wow! It turns out we’re ALL depressed. Who knew?
