Thursday, January 19, 2006

Betrayal-Five!

Mustard: Who knew?

Alright, so I’m starting to run out of football teams to root for. Seriously, every team I’ve gotten behind has just dropped out of the running faster than I can pick a new one. At this point I feel too bad about cursing them to root for anyone new.

So the Golden Globes have come and gone. The only difference between them and the Oscars/Emmys is that for one, the Hollywood foreign press is basically 90 people pissed that they don’t get to vote in the “real” awards and two, instead of just being the industry all patting each other on the back, the Golden Globes get everyone drunk and then have them all pat each other on the back. But Steve Carrell’s acceptance speech was hysterical.

Also I know the pre-shows are all big cause you get to see what everyone’s wearing but can’t we get some interviewers who aren’t complete jackasses? I mean holy crap, was I the only one who almost spit out my drink when Isaac Mizrahi told Charlize Theron that she always looked like a “buck-toothed dyke” in all her movies? Granted, I hate the idiot pandering that most interviewers do (*cough* Star Jones *cough*) but holy crap man, it’s called tact, learn to use it.

Doesn’t look like Arrested Development is coming back on Fox though Showtime seems to be the favorite new home. And being the douches they are, Fox is supposedly airing the final four episodes in one 2 hour block on a random Friday night. Damn you Fox!!!

Ok, so I have no idea if anyone is actually listening to these but here's week 2's contest:

What do all these songs have in common

http://webjay.org/by/hibbleton/week2


Yeah, this probably won't be so hard for most of you, but give it a whirl anyways. You might like it.

Music You Should Be Listening To:

Stars – Set Yourself on Fire

Imagine Ben Gibbard of Death Cab teaming up with Imogen Heap. Perfect match I’d say. Starting off with excellent Your Ex-Lover Is Dead, which seriously could have come right off Death Cab’s Transatlanticism, the pace starts off slowly before jumping up a notch with Set Yourself on Fire which is more than a little reminiscent of the Postal Service. The album just makes excellent use of strings and piano while adding in a little electronica to make things interesting.

Patrick Park – Loneliness Knows My Name

A little Old 97’s-esque alt-rock, some of the songs almost have celtic twinge to them ala Carbon Leaf. Both Your Smile’s a Drug and Something Pretty have such a ridiculously catchy tune to them you almost forget they’re about heartbreak. This album may not be the most upbeat all the time, but man is it just so easy to listen to.

News and notes:

Currently reading “Lamb” by Christopher Moore and holy crap it’s hilarious. And you thought Dogma was irreverent?

24 is back and man, they are just killing off major characters left and right. Awesome.

I’ve decided Lost is basically about throwing in as many complicated twists and red herrings as humanly possible in order to show that nothing much actually happens in an episode. Now that that’s said, I’m going back and watching last night’s episode 50 times to find all the clues.

Scrubs makes me happy. ‘Nuff said.

Until next time:

“What if our daughter wants to get her ears pierced?”

“Irrelevant, we’re not having a daughter!”

“Well what if our son wants to go dancing while all his other friends are going to play football?”

“He can dance if he wants to. He can leave his friends behind. ♪ Cause his friend don’t dance and if they don’t dance, then they’re no friends of mine! ♪”

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