Big Daddy Drew's latest, "poorly-thought-out and not dick jokey enough point about this whole blogs vs. MSM bitchfest" Jamboroo is precisely the reason why he is my new hero.
I'd like to see Stephen A. Smith with all his "training" and "expertise" write something even half as brilliant.
Having gone to the gym 18 out of last 19 days, I gave myself a well-deserved break: some spicy ramen (Kim Hye-soo style, of course), a little Amy Winehouse moment, and hours of recycled TV.
In chronological order:
Pure in Heart: A Korean soap opera (or "drama" as we call it) on the Multicultural Channel. It's one of those super cheesy/old-fashioned shows that reminds me of everything I hate about the Korean culture, but I try to catch it whenever I can because Mom got hooked on it during her visit and still calls to ask for recaps. Yes, really.
30 Rock: An old episode from Season 1 featuring Conan O'Brien and Ryan O'Reily from Oz. My favorite moment: When Liz asks Donaghy why he's wearing a tux, and he answers "It's after 6 o'clock, Lemon. What am I, a farmer?"
Scrubs: It had that creepy carjacker dude from Six Feet Under as some dude who tries to kill himself. Or something. I don't really know because I was flipping back and forth between this and...
The Office: The one where Michael testifies at Jan's wrongful dismissal lawsuit. I like the US version better because Michael Scott, even with all his flaws, is ultimately a good guy (unlike David Brent who really had no redeeming qualities).
Futurama: Everyone gets a $300 tax refund and hilarity ensues. I should watch this show more often. So brilliant and underrated.
Hey Paula: Before you say anything about Ms. Abdul: Did you know that Straight Up was the first English song I ever learned lyrics to? That I bought Spellbound (on cassette!) on the day it came out? Paula may be batshit crazy (like Defamer once wrote, if your stylist is also your best friend, that's a sign that you have disengaged from reality), but she's still Forever My Girl.
Elton John's 60th Birthday Bash at MSG: Which made me reminisce about seeing him live back in 2006. Easily the top 5 happiest moment of my life. Except when he sang like 5 new songs in a row, preceded by a lengthy explanation about the songs' meanings. That was not cool.
OK, so winning by 9 probably doesn't qualify as a "blowout" but whatever. And if you thought Eli would be the only QB to not throw an interception on Sunday, you're lying.
Oh well, at least we have been spared of a 2-week Favre lovefest.
Some counterprogramming for the weekend:
SNL: The Best of Tracy Morgan: I've never been a fan of the man, but this is one of my favorite SNL sketches of all time. That bird better pray he don't screw up my credit!
Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles: Not bad for a free iTunes download. Just wondering though: if the machines are so smart, why don't they just send a robot who pretends to be a "good" terminator, befriends John Connor, then kills him when he least expects it?
Which reminds me: my very own Close Encounter of the Scientology Kind.
Senior year college, Man, Tim, Hai-Po and I all landed co-op jobs at PMC-Sierra in Burnaby (this was way back when I fancied myself as a hardware design engineer). Being the only Vancouverite of the bunch, I offered to show them around the town, including the magnificent DTES where Man spotted a Church of Scientology temple. He had to take a picture, of course. We managed to successfully sneak in for a photo-op, but then got "caught" by the front desk guy on our way out.
Scientology dude: Would you like to learn about Scientology?
Us: Um... Sure.
Scientology dude: Well, Tom Cruise is a member.
Now, this was back when Tom Cruise was a well-respected Hollywood superstar, not some couch-jumping, Ritalin-bashing, Katie-Holmes-impregnating nutjob, but that's the first thing you mention to potential recruits about your religion? Really? Not L. Ron Hubbard? Not Dianetics? Not even Battlefield Earth?
Sensing we weren't all that impressed, the Scientology dude went to his next best weapon: "John Travolta is also a member."
After that, we didn't feel bad about laughing at his face as we made our way back out to the junkie-ridden (but still much, much safer) Hastings St.
You don't get more access by selling out for press credentials first chance you get, kowtowing to corporations and tradeshows and playing nice; you earn your respect by fact finding, reporting, having untouchable integrity, provocative coverage and gaining readers through your reputation for those things. Our prank pays homage to the notion of independence and independent reporting. And no matter how much access the companies give us, we won't ever stop being irreverent. That's what this prank was about and what the press should understand.
Riiiight, because nothing says "untouchable integrity" like running around CES and randomly turning off other people's TV sets during presentations. Way to "earn your respect" and solidify your "reputation," guys. I didn't realize "being irreverent" meant having to act like a bunch of 13-year-olds.
I've always been a Giz fanboy, but maybe it's time for me to switch over to Engadget. There isn't room for both on my Google Reader.
On a completely unrelated note: I had no idea the offensive line coach for the Dallas Cowboys is named Tony Sparano. And all this time, I thought the announcers were making some obscure pop-culture reference to The Sopranos. D'oh.
Speaking of Stars, I can't decide if Personal is a funny or sad song. Probably neither.
I thought Pan's Labyrinth was a children's movie? Holy shit.
I was all fixin' to go see Juno, but then found out that it was written by Diablo Cody. Needless to say, I'm waiting for the DVD now.
Hannah's been trying to get me to see Lars and the Real Girl with her. Not gonna happen.
On the top of my to-see list: Persepolis. I think it's sort of like Maus except it has no mice in it. And not about the holocaust. And in French. OK, maybe it's totally different.
Also on my to-see list: nothing else.
Kintaro's cheese ramen is fucking gross. I should've known better than to trust white people's opinion on Japanese food.
Re-injured my knee on the very first run on the year. I was smart enough to stop at the first sign of pain this time around (unlike last May when I just kept on running -- for 7 more miles -- and ended up messing up the other knee as well) and started rehab right away, so I'm still hopeful for the Sun Run in April.
This year's target time is 45:33, but I'd be thrilled with anything under 50 minutes.
I'm starting to get sick of football. Go Pats -- just get it over with already.