Friday, November 16, 2007

My new favorite show on television is Chuck.

It is awesome. I can't think of anyone who wouldn't enjoy it. It's got action, a teensy bit of drama, and comedy. And fictional characters to pair up and squee every time you see them together. LIKE IN THE VIDEO ABOVE.

I don't know what it is with me, but I'm very prone to the act of shipping. I do it on Lost, The Office, Bones, and probably some others I'm forgetting. Maybe it's the fact that I'm not a romantic person at all in real life, so I transferred that over to fiction? I don't know. But now Chuck has roped me into all the goodness that is Chuck/Sarah.

Luckily Chuck has 13 episodes locked in to air. If the writers' strike ends soon, maybe there won't have to be a waiting period for more episodes. Which brings me to my next point:

If you are not liking the strike as much as I am, take some initiative and write a letter. Write a letter to the President and CEO of NBC/Universal, Jeff Zucker, explaining how much the strike sucks, why the writers should be fairly compensated, and how if they put in replacement programming, you won't watch. The address is:

Jeff Zucker
30 Rockefeller Plaza
New York, NY

It took me practically five minutes to write and mail the letter. Do your part, make the call to action!

And watch Chuck.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

When I was in seventh grade, I had to have my tonsils removed. It sucked. I couldn't eat any crunchy or rough-textured foods, my throat hurt constantly, my ears were in pain, I developed a disturbing addiction to a liquid painkiller called Lortab- let's just say I wouldn't ever want to go through it again.

So for two weeks, I ate Jell-O, pudding, bananas, and macaroni and cheese. A lot of macaroni and cheese.

After a while, my mom got tired of making a whole pot of mac-and-cheese, so she bought microwavable Easy-Mac. I ate Easy-Mac for the majority of the two weeks. Even after my throat was fully healed, I still ate Easy-Mac, because I was just so used to eating it. So my dad started buying it every time he went to the grocery store.

This was cool. For a while.

After about 6 months of Easy-Mac, I told him, "You don't have to buy me it anymore." But I guess he had grown used to buying it, and he didn't really remember me ever telling him not to buy it anymore.

3 years after the tonsillectomy, my father still purchases Easy-Mac from the store.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The other day I walked into the living room to watch television. Against the laundry room door leaned two bags; one filled with cat food, the other with dog food. I'm guessing my dad had just gone to the grocery store and picked it up.

I sat on the couch and before I turned on the TV, I heard the cats* running into the room. Immediately they sensed something was different. After poking around a bit, they realized they were smelling the bags of food. They started pawing at the bags. My first instinct was the pull them away and put up the bags, but I thought, "Let's see what they can do."

After about ten minutes, they managed to pull down the bag of Pedigree dog food, claw at it viciously, rip it with their teeth, and break open a hole in the bag. They then proceeded to stick their paws in the hole and fling out pieces of food to eat.

The white cat is Hurley, and the brown one is Elwood. I should mention that Elwood is a fat slob with a gut that doesn't need to be eating any extra food. Here's some photographic evidence:

The fatso can actually sit upright like that. And not fall over. You know how they say cats always land on their feet? I think if Elwood was ever dropped off a roof, science would have a new discovery.

Incredibly smart? Or incredibly hungry?

*Normally you cannot hear cats coming into a room, but Elwood is SO FAT that you can hear his individual footsteps. (pawsteps?)

Saturday, November 03, 2007

I added a simple lil video player at the bottom of this blog. Scroll on down. Get some culture. Enlighten your mind.

I've also played with some new colors and junk.

Just some results of a Saturday afternoon with nothing to do.
The new header was made last night, at a huge school rival football game. (We won, 31-0. It feels nice to win, even if I don't care all that much.)

I now realize, looking at the header, how awkward it looks for me to have a knit rasta cap and rainbow scarf on, and the words "stuck in Florida" next to it. Last night it got cold, though. And by "cold", I mean "somewhere in the lower 60s". (Any excuse to where my knit caps and scarf, y'know?)

The whole picture was actually this:

Thursday, November 01, 2007

KICKIN' OFF NaBloPoMo. (National Blog Post Month.)