We are a sitcom waiting to happen.
Mike: I was so exhausted, and then I got home last night and had dinner, and I was like "Shit, now I'm all awake."
Jay: What did you have for dinner? Cocaine?
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Another Year
Today is my birthday, so I can do what I want.
Maybe it's a bad idea. In high school and through part of college, I used to go to McDonald's on my birthday and order the Deluxe Big Breakfast - the one with the pancakes, biscuit, eggs and sausage. That was also a bad idea, yet one that I kept up for a good many years. The only remotely edible thing out of that assortment was maybe the biscuit - god, what was I thinking?
The next birthday tradition that I instated was to wear a nice dress and get so drunk that I spent July 7th filled with stomach upset and shame (not all that dissimilar to the Deluxe Big Breakfast, actually). Anytime there are more than 3 complimentary drinks lined up for you on the bar, the night will not end well. Or so I hear. However since I how have the tolerance of a 4th-grader and no real desire to put myself to sleep at 8PM, binge drinking is off the list.
This year I've decided that I'm going to be fancy for no good reason, other than it is my birthday. So why not? James and I are having brunch (something I almost never do - as a rule, breakfast food should cost no more than $5 and be consumed before 10AM) in Soho, going shopping for things like fragrance and shoes, and then indulging in a dinner that we probably can't afford. I will wear a nice dress and probably end up dancing to Kylie Minogue at a club where none of the men want anything to do with my equipment. And that's pretty much fine with me.
Maybe it's a bad idea. In high school and through part of college, I used to go to McDonald's on my birthday and order the Deluxe Big Breakfast - the one with the pancakes, biscuit, eggs and sausage. That was also a bad idea, yet one that I kept up for a good many years. The only remotely edible thing out of that assortment was maybe the biscuit - god, what was I thinking?
The next birthday tradition that I instated was to wear a nice dress and get so drunk that I spent July 7th filled with stomach upset and shame (not all that dissimilar to the Deluxe Big Breakfast, actually). Anytime there are more than 3 complimentary drinks lined up for you on the bar, the night will not end well. Or so I hear. However since I how have the tolerance of a 4th-grader and no real desire to put myself to sleep at 8PM, binge drinking is off the list.
This year I've decided that I'm going to be fancy for no good reason, other than it is my birthday. So why not? James and I are having brunch (something I almost never do - as a rule, breakfast food should cost no more than $5 and be consumed before 10AM) in Soho, going shopping for things like fragrance and shoes, and then indulging in a dinner that we probably can't afford. I will wear a nice dress and probably end up dancing to Kylie Minogue at a club where none of the men want anything to do with my equipment. And that's pretty much fine with me.
Friday, July 04, 2008
Crush Alert System raised to code red
I spent today doing the most patriotic thing I could think of - watching both seasons of Sleeper Cell and rooting for the terrorists.
This is largely due to my long-standing crush on Oded Fehr.
Besides being a stone cold fox, Oded Fehr is one of those Safely Brown actors of indeterminate ethnicity, so he's often cast as The Arab Guy. This has a certain twisted irony since he's actually from Israel. Even less logical, he was inexplicably Hispanic in two of the Resident Evil movies - then again, he was also beefed up, kicking ass and cracking wise, so who am I to complain? He also reminds me of someone I have a crush on in real life, which is a little weird, but gets me one step closer to finalizing casting for the movie of my life.
Being that this is Showtime, the harrowing tale of an undercover cop infiltrating an Islamic sleeper cell in Los Angeles obviously requires lots of graphic sex and nudity. What's the point of being allowed to show tits and not doing it at every opportunity? So I was a little disappointed that pretty much everyone gets laid at some point (including someone's mom), except for Oded Fehr's character. They even give him a hot wife and still no action. So wrong. And then finally halfway through Season 2, he gets a few nude scenes...except that it involves torture and something sharp being shoved up somewhere very unpleasant. But, hey, I'll take what I can get. Thanks, homeland security.
This is largely due to my long-standing crush on Oded Fehr.
Besides being a stone cold fox, Oded Fehr is one of those Safely Brown actors of indeterminate ethnicity, so he's often cast as The Arab Guy. This has a certain twisted irony since he's actually from Israel. Even less logical, he was inexplicably Hispanic in two of the Resident Evil movies - then again, he was also beefed up, kicking ass and cracking wise, so who am I to complain? He also reminds me of someone I have a crush on in real life, which is a little weird, but gets me one step closer to finalizing casting for the movie of my life.
Being that this is Showtime, the harrowing tale of an undercover cop infiltrating an Islamic sleeper cell in Los Angeles obviously requires lots of graphic sex and nudity. What's the point of being allowed to show tits and not doing it at every opportunity? So I was a little disappointed that pretty much everyone gets laid at some point (including someone's mom), except for Oded Fehr's character. They even give him a hot wife and still no action. So wrong. And then finally halfway through Season 2, he gets a few nude scenes...except that it involves torture and something sharp being shoved up somewhere very unpleasant. But, hey, I'll take what I can get. Thanks, homeland security.
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