A Good Movie Weekend

This weekend was pretty good pickin's on the tube. As I watched Platoon I thought, "Geez, if Scrubs could only tie in some footage of John C. McGinley, who was also in Platoon. Rain Man , which I can and have, watched over and over, was also on as well as Hook, which tanked at the boxoffice, but I find quite entertaining on free TV. The late last night guilty pleasure was, Jumanji.

Ten Things I Believe Are True

1.) No matter how much you talk up abstinence or threaten with AIDS or eternal damnation or eternal parenthood that will ruin your life, sex is still going to feel really good and remain more desireable than anything else.

2.) Pizza is perfect

3.) Although beer is a good chaser for pizza, wine is actually better.

4.) Really depends on when your olden days were, to guage how good they really were.

5.) People are full of surprises. Trite, but nevertheless true.

6.) TV is not as bad for you as people say.

7.) No God. Sorry.

8.) Women and men are the same.

9.) Movie stars are bigger than TV stars.

10.) I hope these will be good olden days.

Boston Legal

I have followed James Spader's career since the beginning, which was the time of the Brat Pack, of which he was not a member, but is mentioned here purely as a reference point. He pretty much has always played preppie, smarmy, elitist characters, and that portrayl has served him well. In more current times his character on Boston Legal has floated between ethically-challenged (starting out on The Practice) to hero of the underdog. He has had some choice moments on Boston Legal, especially when sharing the screen with William Shatner, but this past week his character was taken out for a drive to see what it could really do, and James Spader shined. In the storyline the evil, priggish mondo-discriminates-against-the-handicapped private school, wouldn't admit a gifted little girl who couldn't smile. The girl's mother, a former employee of Allen Shore (Spader), knew that in order to fell the Goliath private school she needed a prick. And she also knew under the right conditions, that there really was no bigger prick than Allen Shore.
It was a joy to watch the process unfold. It was like watching the culmination of years spent playing a certain type, and seeing taken to a whole new level. It was such a joy.
If I ever get to play a lawyer on TV, Mr. Spader. I want to be just like you.

Desperate Houswives

They seek to entertain, and they do entertain! It really is 'what are they gonna do next week?' television. Threadbare storylines that would confound the most serious

Found this

Your Birthdate: July 30

You have the type of personality that people either love or hate. You're opinionated, dramatic, intense, and very outspoken. And some people can't get enough of you - they're totally addicted. Others, well, they wish you were a little more reserved. Your strength: Your flair Your weakness: If you think it, you say it Your power color: Scarlet red Your power symbol: Inverted triangle Your power month: March

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Wine and the Superbowl

A friend just stopped by where I work and we were talking and I mentioned that I wouldn't be in on Sunday (I normally work 4-Midnight Sunday's) because I was taking the night off for the Superbowl, which has become a family tradition the last few years between my son and I. The womenfolk don't revel in it to much, except for the commercials (Hey, who doesn't?).
This year however, my boy won't be home. He has decided to join his youth group to watch the Bowl with (I understand infinitely more fun to be with friends rather than your loser father, but I'm not bitter). I will still have all the accoutremonts (sp?), the dip, chips, sandwhiches, etc. etc. etc.
As we're talking, I switch gears and start talking about the two cases of (incredibly cheap) wine that I bought Tuesday (payday), and my friend didn't switch gears with me fast enough and thought I was going to be drinking the wine with the Superbowl. Which to be honest, I was kinda on the fence about beer vs. wine for the Bowl telecast. To me, wine pretty much goes with everything. A real all-weather fighter in my book. At any rate they said that to their way of thinking wine would indicate there would quiche and quiche like items involved. I quickly nixed that notion with a, "Hey, I'm not gay...not that there's anything wrong with that."
Then my mind was briefly racing about how i just had to see Project Runway last night. OMG. NO! What's to become of me? Nothing. I still desire women. Women only. No men.
I do cook and sew, though. I prefer to think of myself as a Renaissance Man.

I Thought I Was Younger

I don't like watching me get older. I was looking in the mirror and made a squinty face and saw the lines in or around the eyes the denote, "Oh, it's your turn to appear wise whether you are or not (my case, not).
As I was driving with excellent tunes on the radio, I was thinking that I have no idea of what is current, even in the Pop realm. This was very troublesome because, not that I'm always current, but I do know what's going on basically, around me. Even though I focus on another decade, I enjoy all music (except, of course, country, which I wish was as dead as disco). This is bothersome. I really don't like not knowing. What can I do? I can't hang around Cutler's Records or Strawberries, it would be creepy (can't anyway with the restraining order imposed after the 'incident' in which I was totally blameless, and those walls should fixed by now anyway).