Thursday, November 29, 2007

this is what happens when you drink coffee at 3 pm: for Kieran

I can't really drink caffeine after noon anymore, but I made a wise exception to hang out with someone I hadn't seen in a long, long time.

I should head off to bed, but sleep is just not happening just yet. So instead, dear reader, you get a treatise on my favorite ridiculous television pleasure: Criminal Minds. I love this show. It is so cheesy, and yet it can make me queasy in a bad horror-movie way every few episodes. The best part (besides the nerdy-hot Dr. Spencer Reid) is that they cast the most random people to play the "unsubs:" James "Dawson/Cereal Box Head" Van Der Beek, Jamie "Not Funny" Kennedy, and this week, Frankie "Malcolm's No Longer in the Middle" Muniz. I'm just imagining all of them saying, "BUT I WANT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY" to their agents and the rep comes back with "Here, play a serial killer on this show that your parents most certainly watch since it's on CBS: Television for Old People."

It has all these random conceits: the flirtation between Morgan and computer nerd genius Garcia, the incessant tackling of suspects, and the curmudgeonly local law enforcement who resent the FBI taking over the investigation. And now, Fat Tony is the main profiler. Brilliant!

It's not high quality television by any stretch, but it's not the worst thing to watch on a Wednesday. My dear husband points out that the scariest thing of all, more frightening than any of the horrific murders, is that its lead-in is Kid Nation.

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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

la-da-dee, la-da-da

In honor of tonight's season premiere of Project Runway, I present you with Season One winner Jay McCarroll's version of the 1990's Crystal Waters classic, "Gypsy Woman (She's Homeless):"

Praise be to MTS for sending this my way!

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Monday, November 12, 2007

who's up for wooly bully?

I've been meaning to write a post about the new TV season, but just haven't had time. Yes, it's a bit of a moot point right now because of the writers' strike, but Alan Sepinwall has a great column today about the ambiguous future of Chuck.

I'm especially interested in this because Chuck is my favorite new show. It has been getting a lot of Buffy comparisons, but I think it is much more similar to its executive producer's last show, The OC. (And if you've read this blog for any amount of time, you know how much I love Sandy Cohen and company.) Josh Schwartz is splitting his time between this and Gossip Girl, but I'm firmly in the Chuck camp. I think it's because there's something quintessentially '80s about the show. It seems like something I would watch with my dad on a Friday night in 6th grade. In fact, I wonder if my parents watch it. They might like it. Hmmm.

Speaking of the writers' strike, I only have some vague recollections of the 1988-89 one, but one of them is this how Moonlighting (my favorite show when I was 13) handled it:

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Saturday, November 10, 2007

My life has been a deluge of dissertating, unpacking (still!), editing student papers and the occasional night out.

This Saturday was supposed to be a day of grading (of which I did some), but I got sucked into, an addiction that Martin has been trying to push on me for about two years. So, now I'm crazily rocking the iTunes, trying to generate enough songs to create my own radio station. Of course, several "buried gems" keep resurfacing--those songs you randomly download because they're just there (Marilyn Manson single, I'm looking at you...)--and my "true" taste is not quite coming through. If you looked at my charts right now, you'd think that I spent all my life listening to the Monkees and Modest Mouse. The truth is, I do listen to the Monkees way more than someone my age should, but I just happen to have a lot of Modest Mouse on my iTunes.

Naturally, this is making me want to add some CDs to my library, but since the majority of our albums are still in storage, I'm stuck with my minuscule, meager collection. No Luna for me except for Bewitched. (Oh wait, maybe that's not a bad thing.)

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