Skipping past Writober and Nanoblomo . . ? Shit, I dunno. I'm as bored as you are.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
“We’re Not Special. We’re Japanese.”
No, I haven’t quit . . . yet. As I’m hurdling towards 35 (coughtomorrowcoughcough), I’ve discovered blogging is really stupid, unless you have something funny or important to say. And, usually, I have neither. I’ve thought about hanging up THIS blog and starting an online poetry journal. Or something. Right now, I guess we’re gonna stick with the status quo, probably posting less frequently here and saving personal and/or day-to-day drivel for myself and my friends.
And what says “status quo” more than a bulleted list?
- This new season of shows is gonna be the death of me. I think “Studio 60” and “Heroes” are locks to be around for a while . . . especially as “Heroes” hints at a uniting the mutants in some X-Men-like supergroup. Against the evil father of our mutant cheerleader hero. (I was a little baffled by parts of that premier, but the previews for the season put me at half-mast. If you know what I mean. And nothing, NOTHING, on T.V. this season* is funnier than that Japanese hero and his geeky friend.)
- As the “heroes” started drifting into each other’s lives, I started thinking it was becoming a mutant-themed version of “Six Degrees.” And that show is more like “Zero Degrees,” because EVERYONE on the fucking show has met everyone else. How much more could their lives be intertwined? None, unless you called the show “Six Degrees . . . of Caligula.”
- Y’know, I didn’t even watch Monday Night Football last night, and I’m already fucking tired of hearing “When the Saints Come Marching In.” Sorry, New Orleans.
- When you’re used to a relatively light breakfast, it’s probably not a good idea to kick off the day with slices from two different birthday cakes.