… or at least, the last one this season.
If you didn’t watch the American Idol finale last night but can appreciate watching a dorky guy who thinks he’s “the next Clay Aiken” getting humiliated in front of an international audience — or, if you just want to see it again — then check out this clip. I literally had tears in my eyes I was laughing so hard.
Damn that Katherine McPhee. Despite her awful performance overall last night — if I see her perform “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” one more time I’m gonna hurl — she’s got that KT Tunstall song ”Black Horse and the Cherry Tree” stuck in my head. And despite Simon’s opinion that Taylor won last night, and despite the fact that I don’t really like either of the final two, I’d still rather Katherine win it all. If you don’t see them perform and simply listen to their voices, she’s got the better, more pleasant one. (And if you do have to watch, well, she’s darned perty.) I just wish she and Taylor weren’t saddled with those God Awful first singles. (If you want to download MP3s of last night’s show, go to this guy’s blog, which I found this morning. And if you want to hear a real singer, the guy who should have won, click here.) Ugh. I’m still so pissed at myself for getting sucked in this season.
Anyway, the TV season ends tonight at 11pm (after Lost) and summer begins tomorrow, as far as I’m concerned. I can hardly wait.
Hey there. So since I was blogging about The Ten Commandments not too long ago, and I was just tipped off to this really funny mash-up, I thought I’d post it here so y’all can take a look.
Just click on it to play, or go to YouTube.com and watch it there. Enjoy.
And you thought the Charles River was unsafe.
At least it’s not filled with Sunny D, like this river near London is.
Poor fishies.
Click here to read the story: Fish killed as soft drink leaks from factory
True story: I was on the T this morning riding into work, and as we were nearing Park Street, waiting for the train ahead of us to move so we could enter the station, the driver started to get all antsy.
Then all of a sudden, in one of those baby-ish/wimpy/annoying tones, she screamed out, “Spider!” and actually got out of her seat.
Of course, this meant she had taken her foot off the break pedal, so we started to move backwards.
She grabbed her copy of the Metro, ripped it in half, squashed the spider in one fell swoop — while at the same time making a sound of “Oh, thank God I killed that spider before it ate me” — and flung the paper across her compartment, as far away from where she was sitting as was possible.
Then she sat back down, slammed her foot on the break — thus shifting the momentum of the train and causing those of us standing to jut forward — and pulled into Park Street.
Let’s hear it for the T drivers: Ready for anything — except spiders.
Finally, after a week of rain, the sun has found its way back to Boston today.
It’s a good thing, because there were a lot of unhappy people in town the past few days. This woman below must have lived next to one of them.
Thanks to Universal Hub for the tip, and Evan for the screen grab.
It seems all anyone can talk about today, or wants to talk about today, is the awesome Grey’s Anatomy finale last night. I don’t mind spending three hours watching one show over two nights when it’s as good as Grey’s was this week. And now it’s going to be an agonizingly long summer until the show returns with new episodes … on Thursday nights! YUCK! Whose lame-brained idea was that? It’s opposite the new Aaron Sorkin show, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, which is supposed to be incredible. Thank God for my dual-tuner DVR. I just hope it works.
Anyway, so Grey’s was really good — despite Katherine Heigel’s total over-acting. I mean, I can only imagine how many takes there were of that scene where she was bawling while lying next to Denny’s dead body. Otherwise, good stuff. And am I the only one out there who feels sorry for Addison Shepherd? She can run right to me if she needs consoling, now that Derek and Meredith seem to be on the road to another relationship. I’ve really come to like Addison this season, and I might spend at least some of the summer seeking out actress Kate Walsh‘s other work (even if that means watching Under the Tuscan Sun, the movie in which she apparently plays Sandra Oh’s lesbian girlfriend). And on a personal note, my family also had a dog named Doc, and two years ago we had to put him down, so that scene was a bit sad for me too.
It’s been a good week of finales so far. I stopped watching The West Wing a couple years ago, but I still got wistful and nostalgic while watching the finale on Sunday. And The Office was great on Thursday. Idol is on tonight, there are two more episodes left of Alias and Lost, The Amazing Race ends tomorrow, and even the finale of Desperate Housewives on Sunday looks good. (Yes, I watch a lot of TV. What else am I supposed to do when this rain just won’t stop?) Have I mentioned I hate the long summer break between new episodes of my favorite shows? Happy Summer …
My umbrella broke today.
It happened right in the office as I was about to leave to go home.
The top — the umbrella part, the part that opens up — separated from the pole, and I was unable to reattach the two parts.
So as of 7:30 p.m. this evening, my umbrella is dead.
Long live my umbrella. Continue reading
I figured since yesterday’s postings now feel dated (not only did the Yankees win last night, but Chris Daughtry was kicked off American Idol), I needed to get something else up here quickly. Pickings are slim — I don’t have a whole heck of a lot to say today — but I thought I’d pass along the exciting news that in the vote of pro and con, with everything else going on in the world today, The New York Times has enthusiastically come out in favor of Spring in today’s paper. So now we know: Spring is good. Phew. That’s a relief. I can only imagine the contentious debate this editorial triggered among the editors. Now, if only the glorious weather written about in the Times would come a little bit farther north…
(Thanks Doug for the tip, and Evan for the encouragement.)
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