Yay for TV again!
I was starting to go super crazy watching all the sub par third string reality shows. ABC started up their new shows this week...thank God.
"Brothers and Sisters" was refreshing and funny--my Sunday nights were starting to drown in the supposed to feel-good ABC dribble that made me want to shoot myself. So, hopefully "Ugly Betty," "Grey's Anatomy" and "LOST" will lift me up as well. Now I just have to kill the meteorologists that did not let "The Office" show last Thursday night.
And why does Rob Lowe look so good in a button-down? DAMN!
Until Thursday night...
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
MCLVN!
Welcome All,
I decided I needed an official space to publish all things Pop Culture-related, because obviously, you are not inundated enough with filth and trivial matters that clog up your cranial nerves.
I cannot help it if I love pop culture. Everyone does, even if they don't admit it. Yes, it might be to some the lowest common denominator, but what they do not realize is that pop culture affects us all...anything from why Pier1 suddenly had to stock more martini glasses to what you think you might want to name your child. So, scoff all you want--YOU are what makes pop culture what it is--popular.
Enough of the drab introduction...I will critique what I thought was a very funny movie later on, but for right now, I am just PISSED. During my screening of "Forgetting Sarah Marshall," I had my civil rights violated by the lowest of the low...my fucking license plate was stolen. Yes, I am well-aware that on the broad spectrum of criminal acts this doesn't even come in the top million, but to me, it's just another thing that made my day suck.
First of all, let me begin by saying that I love Judd Apatow, I think he is a creative genious who doesn't take filmmaking too seriously, and in turn, creates great movies. I decided to honor him in a small frat-tastic way by having my license plate be a beacon to those fellow Judd-heads everywhere--so I chose "MCLVN." Not a perfect rendering of Christoper Mintz-Plasse's unforgetable character, but it was as good as the Texas Department of Transportation could do.
So, as I mentioned before, I was seeing "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" on it's opening night to show my love, and I SUPPOSE there were other Judd-heads there as well, because instead of some stoner pointing to the plate and congratulating me on knowing my shit, they fucking STOLE IT. I guess the only silver lining in this is that I should be flattered...that my decision to pay $40 and wait in 10 different lines to get said license plate was at least half worth the trouble since someone out there recognized my effort.
However, the real bitch of it is, I had to file a fucking police report! And might I add--there is drastically little information about what you are supposed to do IF your license plate gets stolen on the internets--Sergei Brinn needs to get on that shit. So, the one answer I found was that I have to file a police report in order to get a new plate--well guess what--now MCLVN comes up as stolen so I CANT FUCKING KEEP IT! So, I am sure the weeded-out punk kid who stole my precious MCLVN was actually trying to applaud me by hanging the plate on his wall next to his Pamela Anderson and Bob Marley posters, but you know what--FUCK YOU.
Get ready workers at the local Tarrant County Tax Office--I'm coming there tomorrow and I am going to be angry, sad and pissed off when you see me so brace yourselves!
Hell hath no fury for a woman scorned by petty theft.
I decided I needed an official space to publish all things Pop Culture-related, because obviously, you are not inundated enough with filth and trivial matters that clog up your cranial nerves.
I cannot help it if I love pop culture. Everyone does, even if they don't admit it. Yes, it might be to some the lowest common denominator, but what they do not realize is that pop culture affects us all...anything from why Pier1 suddenly had to stock more martini glasses to what you think you might want to name your child. So, scoff all you want--YOU are what makes pop culture what it is--popular.
Enough of the drab introduction...I will critique what I thought was a very funny movie later on, but for right now, I am just PISSED. During my screening of "Forgetting Sarah Marshall," I had my civil rights violated by the lowest of the low...my fucking license plate was stolen. Yes, I am well-aware that on the broad spectrum of criminal acts this doesn't even come in the top million, but to me, it's just another thing that made my day suck.
First of all, let me begin by saying that I love Judd Apatow, I think he is a creative genious who doesn't take filmmaking too seriously, and in turn, creates great movies. I decided to honor him in a small frat-tastic way by having my license plate be a beacon to those fellow Judd-heads everywhere--so I chose "MCLVN." Not a perfect rendering of Christoper Mintz-Plasse's unforgetable character, but it was as good as the Texas Department of Transportation could do.
So, as I mentioned before, I was seeing "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" on it's opening night to show my love, and I SUPPOSE there were other Judd-heads there as well, because instead of some stoner pointing to the plate and congratulating me on knowing my shit, they fucking STOLE IT. I guess the only silver lining in this is that I should be flattered...that my decision to pay $40 and wait in 10 different lines to get said license plate was at least half worth the trouble since someone out there recognized my effort.
However, the real bitch of it is, I had to file a fucking police report! And might I add--there is drastically little information about what you are supposed to do IF your license plate gets stolen on the internets--Sergei Brinn needs to get on that shit. So, the one answer I found was that I have to file a police report in order to get a new plate--well guess what--now MCLVN comes up as stolen so I CANT FUCKING KEEP IT! So, I am sure the weeded-out punk kid who stole my precious MCLVN was actually trying to applaud me by hanging the plate on his wall next to his Pamela Anderson and Bob Marley posters, but you know what--FUCK YOU.
Get ready workers at the local Tarrant County Tax Office--I'm coming there tomorrow and I am going to be angry, sad and pissed off when you see me so brace yourselves!
Hell hath no fury for a woman scorned by petty theft.
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