NBC’s "The Office":
The Guy TiVo’d this for me as I was going to be out last night and unable to watch it. I’m a huge, HUGE fan of the original BBC show and thus turned The Guy onto it as well, and we were both really skeptical about this new American version, because the humor is kind of… well.. British. Not to mention Ricky Gervais is classically inimitable, though I read that Steve Carell isn’t even trying to mimic him. IMDb’s page on it had a user review, I’m assuming American, and, of course, the review was pretty negative.
I haven’t seen it yet and I don’t know if The Guy has watched it already, but… I don’t know. Even if it does live up to its predecessor’s genius, I doubt the show will last a season on NBC. There’s just not a large enough audience for it to survive.
On a related note, I’ve been hooked onto "Bo’ Selecta," much to my chagrin. It’s weird and absurd and confusing and did I mention WEIRD AS FUCK? But I kind of like it, now. So, yeah.
Snow Patrol at Coachella:
Holy crap! Snow Patrol is playing at Coachella this year! On the SAME DAY as COLDPLAY! If I can get my life sorted out by then, I’ll drive down to Indio in a heartbeat. Tegan and Sara are playing Coachella this year as well, but they’re lined up for the second day and they’re pretty far down on the list, and it’s not really worth the wait or the additional $80 to hang around on Sunday just to see them.
Anyone interested in tagging along?
I was listening to KNPR (again) Tuesday evening on my way up to Summerlin and they were re-broadcasting a segment on neighborhood casinos– namely, the Stations (Green Valley Ranch and the two in-progress casinos, Red Rock and I think Durango). Mostly, the speakers were arguing against it, and this one woman had called in to make a case for how Red Rock Station is going to ruin the beautiful views of the mountains that Summerlin residents currently have.
She was actually doing a pretty good job at making a sound, reasonable argument until she threw out the word "beautyness." Something about the "beautyness" of Summerlin being taken away. All credibility, in my mind, was stripped from her at that point. Come on, NPR, you have a reputation to uphold! Don’t you screen your callers?
What’s in a name?
-There’s this street named "Democracy" at the other end of Anthem Highlands Dr., and currently, it leads to nowhere. Dead end to the left, some houses and an unpaved dirt road that stretches into nothing to the right. Hmmmmmmm.
-At Moose’s, the only thing I’ll drink is something called a "Casanova." The name is ridiculous but the drink tastes all right, but the thing is, every single time I’ve ordered it, it ends up being a different color from before. It’s been yellow, pink, purple, green, kind of brown-ish, and orange. It usually tastes different each time, too, but I’ve found that when the Asian bartender makes it, it’s close to perfect. Some chick made it last night and I couldn’t get past the funky flavor. Anyway. The drink is named after a classic romantic figure, and aptly so: romance comes in all shapes and colors and, apparently, flavors. Go figure!
I know you don’t care, but:
I bothered to weigh myself today. The last time I was weighed was at the doctor’s office back in January and that was totally against my will and I SO did not need the nurse to actually announce my weight out loud, as I was quite content not knowing.
I guess I’ve lost a few pounds since, or at least I haven’t gained any weight since, a comfort to me as it’s something I obsess about daily (sigh). But I’ve still got somewhere between 20-30 lbs. to lose before I’m where I should be. Which is so strange to realize because, amazing though it may be that I can finally admit it, I’m not *that* big of a girl and I honestly don’t know where all that weight will depart from. Oh well.
How to piss me off:
Ponder out loud whether the reason I’ve confronted you twice today is because my dog peed in your bed. Um, NO, you idiot, it’s because you left a huge puddle of water next to the fridge because you don’t know how to operate the water dispenser and I slipped in it when I came home, and because YOU LEFT THE STOVE ON for, like, five hours! I don’t know how things work in Jersey, but out here in the West, we like to practice a little something called HOUSE SAFETY.
It’s Easter weekend and my sister is coming into town and she isn’t bringing me any gummi octopi because I thought she was leaving Friday afternoon but in fact she had already left by the time I called her this morning, so I’m kind of bummed. We really need a Henry’s out here. Actually, we really just need a whole San Diego out here. Dammit.
I vaguely remember something about the hard-core Lentonites fasting from Good Friday to Easter Sunday. Actually, the real hard-core ones fast the whole Lenton period, but I’ve heard that the next step down is to fast for the Easter holidays, and the step down from *that* is to not eat meat for those two days. I’m thinking about experimenting with that second one but that container of rice pudding in my fridge is calling out pretty persistently.
…and that’s all. Happy Good Friday, everyone!