Happy, errr, um, well.... It's Inauguration Day Everyone!

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Show Me That Smile Again ((or)) More Stories Involving the Grocery Store

While I was shopping at Dominick's yesterday the theme song from the tv show "Growing Pains" was playing over the muzak speakers. What is more embarassing than the fact that I recognized the Growing Pains theme music (an extended version even!) was that I knew what it was after hearing only the intro to the song-- before anyone even began singing the words.

Why, oh WHY must my brain be such a repository for utter garbage??

Everything I Ever Needed to Know I've Learned in the Checkout Line at the Grocery Store

Goodness knows what on earth I would do without the information displayed on the tabloid covers in the checkout line. I could be going through life without any knowledge of the breakup of Brad and Jen (as well as the Angelina Factor), Scott Peterson's secret baby, the state of Nick and Jessica's marriage, and all things Paris-Hilton-related. While buying baby wipes and salad dressing I can be tempted to learn about who is gay in Hollywood and monitor the current size of Kirsite Alley's behind. I can also observe what the Olsen Twins are wearing and note that Mary-Kate's arm is about as wide as a mostaccioli noodle. Anything related to Desperate Housewives and the O.C. can be found there too! I would be completely oblivous to most of these important happenings in the world otherwise.

*Sigh*

If only...

The Six Words You Never Want to Hear While in the Checkout Line at Costco with a Cart Full of Loot

"Mommy, I hafta go potty NOW!"

The Post That Will Make No Sense To Anyone Who Is Not A Buffy the Vampire Slayer Fan

Jason and I finally finished watching our dvd box set of the Buffy Season 5. When the season originally aired I spent a lot of time complaining about it and comparing it to previous, more superior seasons. However, upon a second viewing, I have now realized just how awesome Season 5 really was and that all the suckiness of it would have been cleared up if they had simply cast someone, ANYONE other than Clare Kramer as the big bad hell-god Glory. All they needed was to find an actress who could be scary and commanding as well as snarky and funny at the same time. Instead they went with a whiny, Valley-Girl type with a penchant for severely over-acting (i.e. lot of stomping around while waving the arms) and bad enunciation. Every single episode in which Glory does not make an appearance is really really good. And in the episodes that she does appear in, the writing itself is great- along with all the other actors. I'm even willing to overlook my beef with Dawn's character (although I still think they should have killed her off in the season finale.) Plus, Riley leaves mid-season in order to make way for more delicious Buffy & Spike interaction. BUFFY & SPIKE 4-EVA!! (Sorry, I couldn't resist...)

The other thing I just couldn't stomach about Season 5 though, were those dorky Knights of Byzantium that surfaced trying to destroy the key (a.k.a. Dawn) before Glory could find her. Why is it that I am able to suspend my idea of reality enough to where I can accept the existence of vampires, demons, and pint-sized-bouncy-haired slayers, but when the dudes dressed in Medieval gear riding horses show up I'm all, "COME ON! Who's going to believe THAT?"

Clooney: 1, O'Reilly: 0

From the New York Daily News:

On Wednesday, the Fox-TV talkmeister questioned Clooney's sincerity regarding the "Ocean's Twelve" star's tsunami-relief telethon on NBC, airing Saturday night. "If George Clooney and other stars go on TV and ask you to give, then they had better be involved all the way down the line," O'Reilly said Wednesday.

Clooney simply responded by inviting O'Reilly to be a presenter on the show. "This way, you can personally follow up on our fund-raising. This is your chance to put your considerable money where your considerable mouth is.

"Either you ante up and help out, or you simply stand on the sidelines and cast stones, proving that your Jan. 6 TV show was nothing more than a 'box of lights and wires' designed to make you wealthy."

The letter was signed simply, "Your fan, George Clooney."

Nice.

However, as much as I enjoy a good O'Reilly smackdown, you still couldn't pay me to go see Ocean's 12.

Hey, At Least We Recycle

Behold the home of the God and Goddesses of Trash, ruling supreme over the neighborhood:




Witness our next door neighbors paltry offering: