Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Leftovers
I just watched last Thursday's The OC for the first time.
Here are some thoughts:
It was cleaning day and leftovers night for the show. Rebecca, see ya. Lindsay, see ya. Marissa is out of the closet and out of closet space. Summer and Seth are back together. The show pretty much just undid the previous 4-5 episodes. They got rid of some really stupid plotlines.
And the Spiderman kiss at the end between Seth and Summer... fuckin' cheesey. Who let that happen?
The next new episode could be the season's groundhog day. It could forcast what the rest of the season will be like, if it will return to its first season form or if it will follow the daytime soap opera path that it has taken on this season.
I've been right in all my predictions so far, so in two weeks I think we'll be looking at The OC Doppler Radar showing us what is headed our way.
I was glad to see them take some of the plots and moments in the show more lightly this episode. For example, when Marissa told her mom about Alex and when Seth caught on to Marissa and Alex.
So that's that.
Moving on, last weekend kicked ass and I'm looking forward to this weekend matching, if not surpassing it, although I hear I missed a hell of a night in EC on Saturday.
Schulz kissed me on the neck on Saturday -- I don't know why. He claims it was accidental. I claim he has tendencies.
I kid.
My car and I went round after round this weekend. That's what I get for driving an already sketchy vehicle to Madison, then to LaCrosse, then back to EC, a total of about 7 hours road time.
I think it broke down about 13 times all together. What a bitch.
Someone asked me what I gave up for lent, I told them Christianity.
Monday's in Madison is great place to go. Unlike EC bars, they put plenty of booze in their drinks.
Poker ups and downs are continueing. I need to find that downhill slope to a pile of money sometime.
Jesse, Will, and I booked the spring break trip. It be we three headed forth to thee PCB for a week of debauchery and drunken stupidity. And I can't wait. Oh the stories we'll have to tell...
When is it my time to homewreck? It seems to be a pattern around here. Just wait 'til PCB when I inform some naive drunk girl that the zipcode rule really does exist and has been socially accepted.
Mike Tripp, Happy 21st, Buddy.
I scored an interview with the Twins tomorrow to possibly land an internship working with GM Terry Ryan's assistant. They were impressed that I knew how to spell Lombardozi and Knoblauch.
Tons of people working out lately getting ready for their swim gear on spring break. I should join you, but naps and poker always seem to get in the way.
I had a chance to see Jesse's two younger brothers play for the first time. They are good. Their teams are not so much. Ryan and Derek: March 12th!
3/4/5 is only days away. I hope the wheels in Adam's brain stay under control so he doesn't have a meltdown.
My brother Bryce knows as much as I do about what is going on in MLB... and he is 9.
We are debating on wether or not to catch Pablo Francisco in Birmingham, AL on our way down to PCB, FL. Pablo... hard to pass up, but the motivation to do it isn't there.
Spring Break must be a nervous time for some couples who may be insecure about where they stand. I imagine some people will be staying Up North in the cold being paranoid that their significant other is getting some better looking ass on some kick ass beach in some killer destination.
I'm a little all over the map today. Hang in there, I haven't posted in a few days so the kettle that is my brain is boiling over.
The Oscars: How great was it to have Penelope Cruz and Salma Hayek presenting two awards together. Wow. That had to have made a few hundred boys who haven't hit puberty yet really fuckin' want to get there soon. Salma, thank you for that dress.
Jaime Foxx won, good. Morgan Freeman won, finally. Scorsese is pulling a Jason Kubel in clutch situations, he's 0-5 on Oscar night. Hilary Swank won, she might be a man and should never speak extemporaneously. Clint Eastwood... can you say Botox???
Annette Bening is an extra terrestrial. Drew Berrymore was hideous and she sucks. I could have used less Beyonce, more Salma, more awards given on the damn stage, less Antonio Banderas, and more Chris Rock and Mike Meyers. And with Robin Williams you never know what the fuck you're going to get, but he was pretty funny on Sunday.
Ladies, you want large breasts? Have twins like Julia Roberts did. Do you think Jake and Maggie Gyllenhaal get it on? They might. The mechanic from Wings getting an Oscar nod? Never woulda thunk it.
Most out of place presenter: Puff Daddy. (his name change(s) still hasn't/haven't sunk in with me yet.
Best improv of the night: Jeremy Irons: "I hope they missed."
That's about it, I think.
Badgers won in exciting manner tonight.
Until The Next Time.
Here are some thoughts:
It was cleaning day and leftovers night for the show. Rebecca, see ya. Lindsay, see ya. Marissa is out of the closet and out of closet space. Summer and Seth are back together. The show pretty much just undid the previous 4-5 episodes. They got rid of some really stupid plotlines.
And the Spiderman kiss at the end between Seth and Summer... fuckin' cheesey. Who let that happen?
The next new episode could be the season's groundhog day. It could forcast what the rest of the season will be like, if it will return to its first season form or if it will follow the daytime soap opera path that it has taken on this season.
I've been right in all my predictions so far, so in two weeks I think we'll be looking at The OC Doppler Radar showing us what is headed our way.
I was glad to see them take some of the plots and moments in the show more lightly this episode. For example, when Marissa told her mom about Alex and when Seth caught on to Marissa and Alex.
So that's that.
Moving on, last weekend kicked ass and I'm looking forward to this weekend matching, if not surpassing it, although I hear I missed a hell of a night in EC on Saturday.
Schulz kissed me on the neck on Saturday -- I don't know why. He claims it was accidental. I claim he has tendencies.
I kid.
My car and I went round after round this weekend. That's what I get for driving an already sketchy vehicle to Madison, then to LaCrosse, then back to EC, a total of about 7 hours road time.
I think it broke down about 13 times all together. What a bitch.
Someone asked me what I gave up for lent, I told them Christianity.
Monday's in Madison is great place to go. Unlike EC bars, they put plenty of booze in their drinks.
Poker ups and downs are continueing. I need to find that downhill slope to a pile of money sometime.
Jesse, Will, and I booked the spring break trip. It be we three headed forth to thee PCB for a week of debauchery and drunken stupidity. And I can't wait. Oh the stories we'll have to tell...
When is it my time to homewreck? It seems to be a pattern around here. Just wait 'til PCB when I inform some naive drunk girl that the zipcode rule really does exist and has been socially accepted.
Mike Tripp, Happy 21st, Buddy.
I scored an interview with the Twins tomorrow to possibly land an internship working with GM Terry Ryan's assistant. They were impressed that I knew how to spell Lombardozi and Knoblauch.
Tons of people working out lately getting ready for their swim gear on spring break. I should join you, but naps and poker always seem to get in the way.
I had a chance to see Jesse's two younger brothers play for the first time. They are good. Their teams are not so much. Ryan and Derek: March 12th!
3/4/5 is only days away. I hope the wheels in Adam's brain stay under control so he doesn't have a meltdown.
My brother Bryce knows as much as I do about what is going on in MLB... and he is 9.
We are debating on wether or not to catch Pablo Francisco in Birmingham, AL on our way down to PCB, FL. Pablo... hard to pass up, but the motivation to do it isn't there.
Spring Break must be a nervous time for some couples who may be insecure about where they stand. I imagine some people will be staying Up North in the cold being paranoid that their significant other is getting some better looking ass on some kick ass beach in some killer destination.
I'm a little all over the map today. Hang in there, I haven't posted in a few days so the kettle that is my brain is boiling over.
The Oscars: How great was it to have Penelope Cruz and Salma Hayek presenting two awards together. Wow. That had to have made a few hundred boys who haven't hit puberty yet really fuckin' want to get there soon. Salma, thank you for that dress.
Jaime Foxx won, good. Morgan Freeman won, finally. Scorsese is pulling a Jason Kubel in clutch situations, he's 0-5 on Oscar night. Hilary Swank won, she might be a man and should never speak extemporaneously. Clint Eastwood... can you say Botox???
Annette Bening is an extra terrestrial. Drew Berrymore was hideous and she sucks. I could have used less Beyonce, more Salma, more awards given on the damn stage, less Antonio Banderas, and more Chris Rock and Mike Meyers. And with Robin Williams you never know what the fuck you're going to get, but he was pretty funny on Sunday.
Ladies, you want large breasts? Have twins like Julia Roberts did. Do you think Jake and Maggie Gyllenhaal get it on? They might. The mechanic from Wings getting an Oscar nod? Never woulda thunk it.
Most out of place presenter: Puff Daddy. (his name change(s) still hasn't/haven't sunk in with me yet.
Best improv of the night: Jeremy Irons: "I hope they missed."
That's about it, I think.
Badgers won in exciting manner tonight.
Until The Next Time.
