Wednesday, October 31, 2007
The Great Debate
I went to bed late last night (nearly midnight) what with the plumbing incident that is too gross to discuss (see the next post if you must have details).
Before I went to bed I was determined to ride the bike for 30 minutes. While I was exercising I turned on the TV at 11:00pm and found a childhood favorite 21 Jump Street.
I used to love watching Jump Street. Who didn't love tuning in to find out what adventures Judy Hoffs, Harry Ioki, Tom Hansen and Doug Penhall were going to have this week. Admittedly the first season is not my favorite...I never really liked Captain Jenko, but would have joined the force in a heartbeat when Captain Fuller took the helm.
As I watched the beginning credits I began once again the great debate with myself over which undercover cop I would want to end up with (if reality were fiction).
It's a tough call...there's every teen girl's dream, Tom Hansen-preppy turned rock star hot and then there's Doug Penhall a rough, gruff teddy bear sort of a guy. Back in my younger days it was Tom all the way (what girl didn't have a thing for Johnny Depp--and what red-blooded woman doesn't still). However, I always harbored a little something for Penhall (in fact, I often refer to my ideal man as "Doug"). Peter DeLuise is just so cute and I can't help but be slightly in love with him.
As I'm cycling, I again debate with myself over which one to choose when the show starts my choice is made (at least for the next hour) Tom Hansen is no where to be seen (rats!)...instead he's been replaced by the slimy, trying too hard to be a replacement for Tom Hansen, Booker. (gag!) After Tom left Jump Street saw some dark days with the addition of Booker and Michael Bendetti, whose character name I can't even remember -- it just wasn't the same...
Who's bright idea was it anyway to replace Johnny Depp with Richard Grieco???
Before I went to bed I was determined to ride the bike for 30 minutes. While I was exercising I turned on the TV at 11:00pm and found a childhood favorite 21 Jump Street.
I used to love watching Jump Street. Who didn't love tuning in to find out what adventures Judy Hoffs, Harry Ioki, Tom Hansen and Doug Penhall were going to have this week. Admittedly the first season is not my favorite...I never really liked Captain Jenko, but would have joined the force in a heartbeat when Captain Fuller took the helm.
As I watched the beginning credits I began once again the great debate with myself over which undercover cop I would want to end up with (if reality were fiction).
It's a tough call...there's every teen girl's dream, Tom Hansen-preppy turned rock star hot and then there's Doug Penhall a rough, gruff teddy bear sort of a guy. Back in my younger days it was Tom all the way (what girl didn't have a thing for Johnny Depp--and what red-blooded woman doesn't still). However, I always harbored a little something for Penhall (in fact, I often refer to my ideal man as "Doug"). Peter DeLuise is just so cute and I can't help but be slightly in love with him.
As I'm cycling, I again debate with myself over which one to choose when the show starts my choice is made (at least for the next hour) Tom Hansen is no where to be seen (rats!)...instead he's been replaced by the slimy, trying too hard to be a replacement for Tom Hansen, Booker. (gag!) After Tom left Jump Street saw some dark days with the addition of Booker and Michael Bendetti, whose character name I can't even remember -- it just wasn't the same...
Who's bright idea was it anyway to replace Johnny Depp with Richard Grieco???
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Favourite Quote
"This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays"
~ Arthur Dent, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
~ Arthur Dent, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Oh the irony...
After composing my last post on my enjoyment of Heroes, as fate would have it the DVR flaked out. It has done this once or twice before causing us to miss episodes of Chuck or Supernatural--but this time it skipped out on Heroes...so now I'm an episode behind and our internet connection isn't fast enough to watch it online.
Unlike Kip, i would have to say sometimes "I hate technology!
Unlike Kip, i would have to say sometimes "I hate technology!
Friday, October 19, 2007
Save the Cheerleader...
I didn't want to like it but I do. I don't watch a lot of TV, but when I do I want to watch something really good. I lucked out when I found Heroes.
I started watching the first season, caught about 4 episodes and then missed 2 and didn't want to miss anything important so I sadly stopped watching. But, thanks to the marvels of reruns on the SciFi Channel and a DVR, alnog with Blockbuster On Demand I was able to quickly catch up when the first season came out on DVD. I was hooked!
Perhaps it has something to do with the very likeable heroes Claire, Hiro and Peter, Or maybe it's Sylar the sinister villian who gives even the creepiest of villains a run for their money or it could have something to do with the fact that Dr. Mohinder Suresh smiles like a boy I once dated though not likely.
I really like the idea that ordinary people might actually be extroadinary. Each character chooses how they will use their gift, whether for good or evil. It's a relief to find something to watch that isn't a Reality TV show or a Crime show. For me, watching television should be an escape not a rerun of the 6:00 news.
"Magic Legs" and other lessons
In my opinion Forrest Gump is one of those movies that if you've seen it once, you never need to see if again. however there are a few memorable lines that have remained in the recesses of my mind, for example when Gary Sinese's character Lt. Dan has to have his legs amputated and get fake legs Forrest says to him something like "Lieutenant Dan, you've got magic legs."
With that segway -- I heard the funniest thing this week: This is one of those mental picture things, but it's priceless. My brother-in-law (whom we like to call Brother John) works with a guy, who has "magic legs", we'll call this guy Lt. Dan. Lt. Dan apparently owns several pair of fake legs...five to be exact.
Interestingly enough each pair is a different length (ranging from five-ten to six-ten in height). so Lt. Dan can wake up each morning and choose how tall he wants to be that day. Imagine the thoughts in Lt. Dan's brain....Hmmm...Today I need to change the lightbulbs at work, better wear the tall legs or "I've got to work in the crawl space today-looks like a short leg day." Just imagine the fun one could have with five pair of legs!
In Other news, I've learned a couple of things this week that will help in later life:
#1 - If a kitten shows up on your doorstep, just ignore it, no matter how cute it is otherwise you will have to become its mother. Case in Point: a fluffy brownish-gray tabby shows up on the doorstep mewing, The door was opened and we were instantly snookered by the tiny mewing creature. There was no way out--so now Millie sleeps in our extra laundry basket and bites our toes as she welcomes us home each night.
Which leads me to wonder...why is it so easy to pretend a salesman is not at your door when it is impossible to ignore the mewing of a small kitty?
#2 - You cannot use a verb to write a sentence (in any language) if you don't know what that verb means. Case in Point: I was less than prepared for the bi-weekly Spanish test and was faced with the challenge of writing a sentence using the verb "poder" (pronounced: poe-dare). Entirely unsure of the definition (which was later found to be "to be able to) I improvised--it'll probably cost me 2 points, but a the time I had no clue.
With that segway -- I heard the funniest thing this week: This is one of those mental picture things, but it's priceless. My brother-in-law (whom we like to call Brother John) works with a guy, who has "magic legs", we'll call this guy Lt. Dan. Lt. Dan apparently owns several pair of fake legs...five to be exact.
Interestingly enough each pair is a different length (ranging from five-ten to six-ten in height). so Lt. Dan can wake up each morning and choose how tall he wants to be that day. Imagine the thoughts in Lt. Dan's brain....Hmmm...Today I need to change the lightbulbs at work, better wear the tall legs or "I've got to work in the crawl space today-looks like a short leg day." Just imagine the fun one could have with five pair of legs!
In Other news, I've learned a couple of things this week that will help in later life:
#1 - If a kitten shows up on your doorstep, just ignore it, no matter how cute it is otherwise you will have to become its mother. Case in Point: a fluffy brownish-gray tabby shows up on the doorstep mewing, The door was opened and we were instantly snookered by the tiny mewing creature. There was no way out--so now Millie sleeps in our extra laundry basket and bites our toes as she welcomes us home each night.
Which leads me to wonder...why is it so easy to pretend a salesman is not at your door when it is impossible to ignore the mewing of a small kitty?
#2 - You cannot use a verb to write a sentence (in any language) if you don't know what that verb means. Case in Point: I was less than prepared for the bi-weekly Spanish test and was faced with the challenge of writing a sentence using the verb "poder" (pronounced: poe-dare). Entirely unsure of the definition (which was later found to be "to be able to) I improvised--it'll probably cost me 2 points, but a the time I had no clue.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Revelations
BlueStocking Blogger: Know what I don't love?
It's out there now. My best friend "doesn't love" the same things I love. How can this be???
Fortunately our friendship is not based on whether or not we both love Newsies or The Wonder Years, elsewise (elsewise being a word that I'm not even sure is a word) we'd have to stop being friends. And she REALLY doesn't love these...I think she would prefer a trip to the dentist over watching either of these.
And for those of you reading her blog and rooting for Hamburger Helper...it's not the same Hamburger Helper we enjoyed as kids. I tried it about a month ago, I figured if it was good enough for my brother, of I ought to give it a try, but it wasn't good at all.
It's out there now. My best friend "doesn't love" the same things I love. How can this be???
Fortunately our friendship is not based on whether or not we both love Newsies or The Wonder Years, elsewise (elsewise being a word that I'm not even sure is a word) we'd have to stop being friends. And she REALLY doesn't love these...I think she would prefer a trip to the dentist over watching either of these.
And for those of you reading her blog and rooting for Hamburger Helper...it's not the same Hamburger Helper we enjoyed as kids. I tried it about a month ago, I figured if it was good enough for my brother, of I ought to give it a try, but it wasn't good at all.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Lady You're Crazy
On Sunday I was enlightened, you might say, on the source of my singleness...Apparently it's because I choose not to wear makeup.
A dear, sweet (married) sister in our ward felt it her responsiblilty to inform us single sisters of just what we are doing wrong. I would like to dwell a moment on the two erroneous ideas she shared with us (if you want more and haven't read Marges' blog you might enjoy it).
#1: "if you're going to be a naturalist, you'd better be miiiiighty beautiful."
#2: "you girls who think a man is going to love you whether you wear makeup or not are fooling yourselves"
To this I say BAH!
Mom is famous for saying to us girls from time to time "even an old barn looks better with a fresh coat of paint" -- her idea of a fresh coat of paint consisted primarily of making sure her lipstick was on straight before we got to church on Sunday. I can live with that. (Over the years-all 31 of them-I've realized there are those out there who truly appreciate the old barn for its rustic natural beauty.)
Ironically, I have two beautiful sisters who somehow managed to find wonderful spouse wearing little or no makeup. The mind reels...I've never been accused of being "as plain as an old mud fence" or being "hit by the ugly stick." But alas, there is no hope for makeup-less girls like me. Once again, to this I say BAH!
I've never been so tempted to stand up and say "Lady, you're crazy" or to just walk out...after all there was an adorable tuxedo cat outside the church that I would have much rather spent my hour with.
If only Lorelai Gilmore had been around to say "You've exhausted all of your talking rights by being crazy." Then she would have carefully escorted the offender to her chair.
A dear, sweet (married) sister in our ward felt it her responsiblilty to inform us single sisters of just what we are doing wrong. I would like to dwell a moment on the two erroneous ideas she shared with us (if you want more and haven't read Marges' blog you might enjoy it).
#1: "if you're going to be a naturalist, you'd better be miiiiighty beautiful."
#2: "you girls who think a man is going to love you whether you wear makeup or not are fooling yourselves"
To this I say BAH!
Mom is famous for saying to us girls from time to time "even an old barn looks better with a fresh coat of paint" -- her idea of a fresh coat of paint consisted primarily of making sure her lipstick was on straight before we got to church on Sunday. I can live with that. (Over the years-all 31 of them-I've realized there are those out there who truly appreciate the old barn for its rustic natural beauty.)
Ironically, I have two beautiful sisters who somehow managed to find wonderful spouse wearing little or no makeup. The mind reels...I've never been accused of being "as plain as an old mud fence" or being "hit by the ugly stick." But alas, there is no hope for makeup-less girls like me. Once again, to this I say BAH!
I've never been so tempted to stand up and say "Lady, you're crazy" or to just walk out...after all there was an adorable tuxedo cat outside the church that I would have much rather spent my hour with.
If only Lorelai Gilmore had been around to say "You've exhausted all of your talking rights by being crazy." Then she would have carefully escorted the offender to her chair.
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