Weekly Highlights

It's the second to last week of March 2006 and here's what's gone down:

• The world is free of Chicken Little, although "When I Fall in Love" is actually a good song, and he did a nice job of it. Oh well. Next week - bye bye Bucky.
• A STL dj was fired for accidentally using a racial epitath on the air while speaking about Condi Rice. This made national news. Yeah! Now everyone can think we're a bunch of redneck hicks in Missouri. . .oh wait. . .
  
• It is still not warm. In fact, it snowed. Also, I do not have a scrapper, but I learned 1) umbrellas are not useful in getting ice/snow off of one's car 2) CD cases are.
• BF's grandmother makes some KICK ASS petit fours, which I promptly dropped on the ground, but they were in a plastic bag. Salvaged!
• And, saving the best for last, it is bad to leave tea sitting out for approx. 1-2 weeks because here's what can happen:

Since every single dish in the apt was dirty, I decided to CLEAN THE KITCHEN. Doing dishes and all is going well. Move over to the counter where the hot pot is. I pick up the hot pot to put it away, but, whoops, it has liquid in it. Open the cover to dump out liquid, but liquid is covered with mold. This should clearly not be poured down the sink, since that's where dishes go. So, I dumped the contents down the toilet and threw the hot pot away. Later, it became clear that the toilet was not flushing properly. Then, I realized, that my small metal tea ball was still in the hotpot, so therefore I flushed a small metal object down the drain. That was a lot of fun to explain to the landlord!

TGIF!

Yiddish Permiates the Internet

So, in posting this, I'm making it obvious to the world/the two people who read my blog that I don't know how to spell "holisitic," but it's worth it. The following is from thesaurus.com.

No entry found for wholistic.

Did you mean whole shtick?

First of all, who searches "whole shtick" in thesaurus.com.

Secondly, if you were one of those people, let me save you the trouble:

Main Entry:	whole caboodle
Part of Speech:	noun
Definition:	whole works
Synonyms:	all of it, full measure, full monty, kit and caboodle, limit, whole ball of was, whole bit, whole deal, whole hog, whole kit and boodle, whole kit and caboodle, whole mess, whole nine yards, whole shebang, whole shooting match, whole show, whole shtick, works

AI Run Down

Since the bf was busy playing video games last night during American Idol, I was forced to say things outloud like a crazy person and call my mother to comment. So, instead of keeping my thoughts, I'm sharing them with the world, and by the world, I mean the three people who actually look at my blog.

• Ace, I'm convinced is in a torrid love affair with Ryan Seacrest. You'd think his loverboy could help him with his look. You're on national tv dude - find something to wear other than jeans and a t-shit. And while you're at it - cut your hair! Onto the actual performance - Mario sang that song last year and did a much better job. That is one dude's shoes you do not want to walk in considering he pissed-simon-off.
  
• Kelly "if that's your real name" Pickler. Please stop talking, much less singing, and go home to Auntie Em.
• Bucky - not as bad as I had anticipated. His hair was wack. Just wack.
• Katherine - is it a wonder that rumors are circulating that you're pregnat when you wear those clothes? Hellooooo.
• Melissa McGhee. This girl has to be really stupid! "Recognition" makes no sense in that song. It's "premonition." If you know what that word means, then you wouldn't have messed up the lyrics. Buy a dictionary.

Saving the worst and the best for last.

• Kevin "Chicken Little." OMG. That was possibly the strangest thing I have ever seen on tv. Poor poor Stevie Wonder. Nikko Smith sang that song last year and did an exellent job. Bad news Kevin, bad news. However, I was highly entertained.
• Chris - you rock - I hope you win.
  

Barry Bah-nds

As I’ve established, I love pop culture, entertainment and media. Sports falls into all these categories. There’s not much difference between an episode of The Bachelor (which I no longer watch btw) and the World Series. Who’s gonna win? It comes down to the wire with two sides battling it out. Admittedly, there’s only room in my brain for so many sports. The main occupants include major league baseball, football when the Rams don’t suck, and NCAA tourney when I have $ riding on the brackets. Last time that happened I totally won, but I digress.

The Barry Bonds issue is a perfect storm. It’s entertaining, it’s topical (when applied by cream lol), it’s a media free-for-all. I spent half an hour reading the SI excerpt of the book. I wondered what was left in the book, but I’m sure I won’t read it to find out. I’ll simply rely on heresay for that.

Fascinatingly, the media and general populous commentators are debating whether or not Barry Bonds used steroid and whether that should affect his past and future records and stats. Yes, Barry Bonds did steroids. No, his records should not hold. But, here’s what the media is tending to ignore – Barry Bonds is not only a bad acne-ridden man, but the dude’s got problems. Deep psychological problems.

His megalomania drove him to become “super human.” This same megalomania was fed by the sports fans – those who give sports superstars too much credence. These guys aren’t superman. They’re people whose bodies go through more wear and tear than the regular individual. It’s no surprise they start breaking down by 30. Was it is something inside of him that made him need to beat all those who stood in his way or way he giving into the hype created by baseball fans and media alike?

I’m waiting to see what happens to him when his game playing days are over. What physical repercussions will he face to using his body as a human lab? Hopefully the media will document his downfall just as well as his rise, and he can serve as an example of how not to play the game.

And. . .Boredom Pays Off

In the amount of $23. Yes, I won the Oscar Pool, a vindicated effort after losing last year by a mere point. Not only did I win, but I was ahead by a staggering 20 points.

How does this relate to boredom? While my opponents were "working" at their jobs, I was studying. I do admit some of my pick were luck, but I'd been studying for weeks who the film pundits predicted would win. They were (mostly) right.

One does not need to see the actual movies to win an Oscar pool. I have seen only two of the best picture nominees. One simply needs to scour the internet and print media for clues. It's inconsequential as to which movie you liked the best. Did I think Crash was better than Capote? No idea! I've seen neither. I did see both Pride and Predjudice and Walk the Line. Did I think Reese Witherspoon deserved best actress any more so than Kiera Knightly - not necessarily. But, again, it doesn't matter what I think. You have to get inside the mind of the academy.

I won without picking best Director or best film. One person at the party opted for Crash. Her rationale - she was protesting Brokeback Mountain. Now this alone makes her a bad person, but in addition, neither she nor her date contributed $2 to my winnings. She claimed she doesn't carry cash - even though the invitation explicited instructed attendees to bring $2. I should have asked for a check . . .

It's nice out!

Nice!

Today
Hi: 73°F Lo: 44°F

See!

Warm! I even ate lunch outside today!

Here's the funny thing. This weekend it's going to look something like this:

Saturday
Hi: 40°F Lo: 20°F

Why are the nice days during the week? Warm weather is the worst for boring work days. It makes the day seem ten times longer, especially when you stare out the window, wishing you could be out there insted of in here. Can't even open a window!

Alternately, warm weather is the best (!) on weekends. It's validation for the 40 hour (or more) work week to be able to go outdoor and enjoy some sunshine. No one is bored on a spring Saturday. How many more weeks until we can enjoy this? Two? Three? Please not four! C'mon Spring!