Confession of the day: I think I love Lisa Loeb‘s new show on E!, #1 Single.
Sure, any show that professes to honestly portray what it’s like to be single and dating is a bit skewed, especially if the subject is a celebrity (C-list or otherwise). But the second episode, which aired this weekend (or rather, which I saw for the first time this weekend), was pretty funny, and not in the same kind of demeaning way that many reality shows about dating are. Continue reading
You ever have one of those days … ?
Checked my work email around midnight last night, got a bit of an angry rant from a coworker who was traveling on business. So I came in today expecting the worst. First hour or two in the office was pure damage control, trying to fix a seemingly crisis situation. We’re talking defusing a bomb. Code Black, if you saw Grey’s Anatomy last night. But then something happened. Suddenly my coworker, the one who had written the rant, was going out on a limb, disregarding all logic, and trying to defuse the situation in a way that defied all sane reasoning. And you know what? It totally worked. The man is a master of spin. So over the course of the day, things turned downright surreal. All of a sudden we were mostly in the clear. Our hyper-reaction this morning (an appropriate response at the time, given the tone of the email) began to seem like a complete over-reaction. And that crisis we were dealing with was deemed nothing more than a “bump in the road.” As we were told, “If there are no bumps in the road, then you’re not trying hard enough.” It’s after 6pm and I’m still stunned by the turn of events. Talk about a range of emotions.
My apologies for the unspecificity of this posting, but given that it’s a work thing, hopefully you’ll understand. Just wanted to say I’m baffled, confused, turned sideways, and utterly exhausted by the day.
You know what sucks about cleaning up? Not being able to find something you need. It was so much easier when all my crap was out on my kitchen table and all over my apartment.
Just wanted to say thanks to the guy who stood next to me on the T this morning who was playing his iPod so loudly that I could hear it clearly. Click Five‘s “Just the Girl” is a fun song to hear while riding a crowded train on a rainy Friday. Who needs a magazine when you have that playing?
(Sarcasm or no? You be the judge.)
Thanks to whoever runs What Would Tyler Durden Do? for those great pics of a glammed-up Rachel McAdams. Before today, I just thought she was cute. But now … well, let’s just say all of a sudden I actually want to see the next James Bond flick.
And by the way, if you like a daily dose of catty celeb gossip and awesome photography of said celebs — and really, who doesn’t? — this is a really good site.
I assume most of my readers have seen “Lazy Sunday,” the digital short that aired on Saturday Night Live before Christmas. Now there’s a West Coast sequel costarring Mark Feuerstein. It’s called “Lazy Monday,” and you can watch it here. Enjoy!
State of the Union Eve is always a fun night. The challenge? What will be the best option among all those channels not showing the speech. You’d think it would be easy, what with the 100 or so channels on the cable “dial.” But tonight, I settled on Ocean’s Twelve on HBO. That George is a lot more charming and believable than the one on the major networks … and CNN, and MSNBC, and FNC, and …
Gotta say, I’m really happy with the Oscar nominations this year. Really quickly … Continue reading
Anyone want to come over tonight and eat dinner off my floor? It’s just that clean. I tell you, it’s been a long time since my kitchen floor shined like it’s doing now. Getting the place cleaned by MaidPro was money well-spent.
And that, my friends, is what I hope will be the last posting about cleaning my apartment. As far as this blog is concerned, end of story. From here on out, my attention turns to actually joining the gym.
The end of the world is coming.
Here’s more proof: Ludacris is a Screen Actors’ Guild award winner (as a member of the ensemble cast of Crash).
Will Fo’ Bit be next?
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