Thursday, January 24, 2008

I'm not looking to be the next American Idol, I'm gonna be the next World Idol

In TV news...I am seriously out of a life thanks to the writing strike (which I'm all for; I just need my head to tell my heart that...) Now that my favorite shows are off the air, I find myself watching any old show (and I mean any) to fill the space. It's kind of sad.
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I even found myself watching the first episode of American Gladiators. It made me feel nostalgic for the time when I was a young child watching the original American Gladiators in the 80s/early 90s. I remember cheering on Turbo and Laser and 2 x 4 and Maxi Pad and whatever their names were... So I watched the first episode of the new American Gladiators (justifying it with "Well I can stand it, if you can stand it..." and "Well, I'm watching it for ironic reasons" and "At least I'm not watching this alone. That would be kind of sad").
It pretty much seemed like the same show from the 80s (except now Hulk Hogan is one of the hosts). Twenty years later and they haven't really advanced any of the 'technology' on the show. I still have the impression that the whole arena and all it's equipment is made out of cardboard, plywood, and duct tape. They're still using tennis balls in that "Try to Shoot the Target, Without Getting Hit by These Tennis Balls" obstacle course -- what? no upgrade to lasers? Imagine the contestants trying to hit a target while trying to avoid getting their flesh singed off with a laser...I bet they'd be running a lot quicker. Come on guys, it's the 2000s! Get with it.

I may just be less naive now than I was when I was a kid...but the gladiators seem way more "juiced up gay dudes" and "no, really, that chick is a man" and "hey, that gladiator looks like they've done some porn work before" than the 80s gladiators. And what's with the black and silver uniforms? Where's my patriotic colors and stars from the 80s? One gladiator actually has a bodice as part of her uniform. How is that helping with the joust?
Finally, I could not watch that show again for multiple reasons. One reason is the gladiator named "Wolf". That guy scares me on such a high level that I'm not even able to watch the show for fear that I would have to look into his cold, black eyes. Seriously, the guy has killed someone. Probably with his bare hands and his teeth. I can really imagine this guy biting someone to death, and not just because his name is Wolf.
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Last weekend there was a Hey Paula marathon on TV (the train wreck of a reality show starring Paula Abdul). I was so glad I caught it. Because I saw a preview for it in the states a while back, but they didn't get it here in Canada. Hey Paula is so ridiculously good. Paula really does seem high/insane all the time. I probably watched half of the show through the cracks of my fingers as I held my hands up to my face. It's so hard to watch sometimes. She really is the saddest person. That show made me feel really bad for her and it gave me a new-found sympathy for her (she is a really sensitive, insomniac, workaholic with chronic pain...she actually has metal plates/screws in her neck, and she has terrible assistants that never listen to her and never do what she says and they laugh when she's crying). Pretty much sad-bastardville.

As for American Idol...Randy...seriously? The facial hair? The huge sideburns? Seriously?
I also love that on tonight's episode, Randy was talking about how the first day of the South Carolina auditions were kind of lackluster, but he thinks they'll be better the second day because they usually get good auditions in the south. But...to put those thoughts to words he actually said "the south is gonna rise again, you know what I'm sayin'." Yeah... I don't think he knows what he's saying. You probably want to use another phrase, Randy. A non-the-South-will-avenge-the-civil-war-and-will-succeed-at-secession phrase. Just a suggestion. I'm guessing you're not in favor of a re-institution of slavery...



Finally, I will conclude with:

Another tale of an American In Canada:
I just recently discovered that Corn Pops cereal is different here. For one, the cereal is spherical. It's a ball. Whereas in the U.S., the cereal is flatter and longer. Second, the texture is different here. The texture is similar to Cap'N Crunch (the texture that rips up the roof of your mouth). Also, it tastes different. The U.S. version is sweeter. The Canadian version tastes like a combination of Kix and Cap'N Crunch. Finally, the Canadian version is packed in a clear plastic bag. Whereas the U.S. version is in that foil-lined bag. Interesting...

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Additionally...

In case you're interested, I started up a photoblog. I'm going to try to post at least a picture daily.

Be Careful How You Bend Me

And yet another year.

It's crazy to think that 2008 is the year I will (hopefully) get my Master's degree. 2008 will also be the year that I will be entering this "real world" business on a possibly permanent basis. Out of academia and into the real world. I say 'possibly', because I might end up deciding that I want to get a PhD. But this year will be my first attempt at this scary thing called "permanent adulthood" that I only read about in coming-of-age novels and the business section of the newspaper. Having a career. Buying a house. Being concerned about the subprime mortgage crisis. Looking forward to interest rate cuts. Yikes.


I'm back home from visiting with family in Fargo and Logan. It was great seeing family, and if I only it was longer. I also wish I had time to see friends on this trip. I feel there were so many things I wanted to do that I never got a chance to do. Oh, how we wish for infinite time.

But I did get to eat at all my favorite restaurants (Oh Mexican food!). I made out like a bandit at Hasting's. I got to go skiing with my family. I got to go on walks with the dogs. I got to decorate the tree, celebrate Christmas, Davis's birthday, and New Year's with my family. I had a chance to read books (notice the S!) for fun. I had a chance to actually watch movies (2007 was a great year for movies: Lars and the Real Girl, Across the Universe, Juno, No Country for Old Men, Once, Eastern Promises, The Savages, Breakfast with Scot, The Simpsons Movie, on and on). I went shopping and got some great things. I played my piano and missed that ivory feeling underneath my fingers. My guitar keeps my musical needs satisfied while I'm here...but nothing can compare with playing my piano.


But now I'm back where I don't need to worry about getting injured, because I'm actually insured here. When I told Eagan I was going skiing with my family, he comfortingly replied, "Well don't get hurt, we're not insured here." While skiing, "Don't get too close to those trees. Don't ski too fast. Avoid any jumps. Stay away from bad skiiers" kept running through my mind.

Now I'm back in the land where there are lemon lifesavers. I was hoping the U.S. lifesavers would have changed their mind and had gone back to the original*, original five flavors (*original since my birth, at least). Nope, they still have those bastard raspberry and watermelon flavors. Which are great, I do actually like those flavors -- but maybe include lemon, too (six flavors, anyone?) I don't miss the lime, though, you can keep that out.

Now I'm back to mild temperatures. (Though, those mild temperatures are told to me in celsius...)

So, that's reassuring.


Photos from the trip:

Exhibit A: Fargo is cold.
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Boush
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It was great just sitting by the fireplace with Eagan's family listening to music, or reading, or playing a game. Eagan's fire-making/fire-preserving skills are on the borderline between impressive and scary.
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Christmas Lights!
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This is just too sad and too cute. Chewy ran into a barbed wire fence a few weeks earlier and had stitches all over his chest. After he got the cone removed, the vet recommended he wear a shirt so that he doesn't try to lick the stitches. I guess if you have to wear a shirt, might as well do it in style.
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Christmas Day. Holly made Kayla and I awesome scarves. Then, I don't know how, but at some point a wizard's hat was shoved on my head during the festivities.
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Davis's birthday party
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The Conover Siblings, or "No, really, we are siblings."
The Conover Siblings, or "The only line-up in which Matt looks tall."