03.02.07
They’re HOW Good?
02.15.07
Posing that musical question.
Three of my favourite musical moments from last weekend.
I learned a lot from this one.
Oh, Andy. You weirdo man-boy. Also, I dig that song.
This really speaks to me, the daughter of an Irishman. It looks just like our Friday nights! And our Saturday nights. And our Monday nights. Plus, Wednesdays.
02.03.07
Holy motherload.
It’s not enough, taping and watching this show every night is just not enough. I feel like I need to EXUDE it, like I need to walk into the room and everyone shouts, “Hey, you smell like – “
Oh. Here’s what I’m looking for.* Sweet!
(For the record, I’d like people to shout YOU SMELL LIKE PANCAKES! It may seem unrelated, but.. it’s really, really not.)
*How scary is the blurb at the bottom of the intro screen? Michael Falk, get laid!
02.02.07
Not-so-gloomy Sunday.
Okay, apparently there’s some sort of… “Bowl” occuring this Sunday, which I’m sure will get a lot of attention despite the fact that it’s mostly fat, sweaty men touching each other and wrestling for a ball, with a brief interlude of Cirque du Soleil and Prince. [GO BEARS!] For those of us who plan on finding out the winner by seeing where the bigger riots occur on the 11 o’clock news [GO CHICAGO!], there are a plethora of marathons to keep us busy. There are two in particular that I’d like to rub all over my face, if I only could.
First up: SciFi’s Ghost Hunters marathon, which is like Mythbusters for fans of the paranormal. But not like Ghostbusters, you jerk. Why would you even think that? Christ.
Secondly, the Adult Swim Family Guy marathon, which is not only a given but also mildly embarassing, considering I own the DVDs and could just watch them on my own time. But I’m not sure why you would point that out, except to be cruel. Jesus, what is it with you today?
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