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The lead story on tonight’s news was Nicole Kidman’s car accident. Nevermind it wasn’t much of an accident (caught on tape!). Forget that no one was hurt and the actress walked away fine, seconds after impact. Ignore that it really wasn’t spectacular; no cars rolled over and the damage was minimal. The real story here is that this is a story–a lead story for at least two major television networks (I caught the beginning of FOX’s and the CW’s news: when I saw what they were “covering” I opted to turn off the TV). And I only watched the two networks–it might’ve been the lead story for everyone else, too.
The media is a frequent target of my criticism: it’s stuff like this that makes it easy. Honestly, who gives a damn? Television could be such a powerful, educational, and informative media–and we’re talking about an insignificant actress’s on-set car accident. It’s awful.
I got some hairs cut today. Here’s something to chew one. Why is something like a person’s hair, referred to in a singular sense when there’s more than one? The plural of hair is hairs, not hair (i.e., ‘I found three hairs in the sink’). Yet whenever . . . . .
I saw a commercial the other day for pharmaceutical school. What sorta education is required to be a pharmacist? You gotta be able to find the medicine prescribed by the doctor–on your shelf–and you gotta be able to count out the number of pills he prescribes. As far as I can tell, all you need is basic reading and counting skills. Your average sixth grader oughta be able to do that. Pharmaceutical college? Yeah, it’s called grade school.
On November 7, 1991 Magic Johnson announced to the world he was HIV positive and retiring from the NBA. I remember that date (for some reason, I’m really good at remember the dates of bad things) and I’ll never forget the day. I was in school when rumors started running wild. I didn’t believe it until I got home and saw the news. Like every kid of that age, I idolized Magic and Bird–the two greatest basketball players to live (of course, that was before Jordan got good and started winning rings–but that’s neither here nor there).
November 7, 1991–more than 15 years ago. While it seemed like a death since back then, Magic certainly appears to be alive and well today. . . . . .
It bugs the hell out of my how über-sensitive people can be. I was talking to this chik online and I made one little prostitute joke and she ended the conversation. I’ll show you the tail-end of our talk:
siknerd: so what sorta sales are you in?stuckupbitchygrl93: I am in real estatesiknerd: now that’s not too badsiknerd: i used to work sales in retails stores and i hated itstuckupbitchygrl93: yeah i did that toosiknerd: or in my current line of work, i gotta deal with vendors wanting me to buy their crapsiknerd: i can’t stand pushy peoplesiknerd: a true salesman is pushysiknerd: i’d hate myself if i ever did that.stuckupbitchygrl93: hasiknerd: but real estate is far more presigous than salesstuckupbitchygrl93: r u saying im pushy?stuckupbitchygrl93: its okaysiknerd: not if you’re a realitorsiknerd: but if you make cold phone calls wanting me to come buy your house,then yes: you’re pushystuckupbitchygrl93: but you would come?siknerd: probably not: i’d be wasting your time and mine–i can’t afford a house yetsiknerd: i would to come meet a cute chik–but i just can’t afford what you’re sellingsiknerd: why does that sound like somehting one would tell a prostitute?*** stuckupbitchygrl93’s IC window is closed
Granted, that’s . . . . .
Don’t try to eat Cap’n Crunch when your teeth hurt: you’re better off chewing on tin foil.
While those who are close to me dispute it, I think I definitely look younger than I am. I will admit that I’m having difficulty accepting the fact I’m older and my current age (I still haven’t verbalized it yet), it doesn’t change the fact many people think I’m younger than I am.
We hired a new receptionist about two months ago and just recently I’ve started talking to her. See, everyone wants to be in the television business. We hire a lot of folks who are looking to become stars. They take crappy jobs (like receptionist) in hopes of it getting their foot in the door. Usually after being with us for a month, they realize there is no door and they’re working a crappy job at a tiny television station. The way I see it: why waste my time getting to know someone when there’s a good chance they’re gonna quit in a month anyway?
But since the receptionist has been with us for longer than a month, I decided to start talking to her. We have a bit of a . . . . .
I’m getting tired of fighting the good fight. Corporate America keeps screwing up and I’m the one who has to fix it. I’m starting to realize why most folks don’t care–it takes too much time resolve a billing error. Too much stress. Too much hassle.
I can’t even begin to tell you how much time I wasted with my credit card fiasco a few weeks back. Easily three or four hours. Not too mention all the stress it caused me. And for what? It was a situation that was entirely not my fault.
Well no more. See, all the corporations have no problem charging us extra here or there because most people don’t notice or care enough to do anything about it. But not me (I only get dicked over by family). I call and complain and get the situation resolved.
But it doesn’t seem fair. Why should I hafta do this? Why should I have to waste my time to fix your screw up? The companies don’t care about your time–it doesn’t cost them a dime. Well not anymore. An idea came to me this week when T-Mobile screwed up my phone bill: restitution. The way I see it, . . . . .
Killing time until it’s good and dead.
Bought me some car insurance tonight–now I feel like a real grownup. I wanted to buy the bare minimum required by law ’cause I’m a really good driver and don’t go around hitting things. California is a screwy state. It requires you to have car insurance; however, the minimum property liability is $5000. How useless is that? Five grand? Maybe I’m jaded ’cause I live in Orange County, but there are very few cars on the road worth less than $5000.
I even called an agent today to try and figure out this insurance thing. The dude seemed kinda surprised that I didn’t want any coverage in case I have an accident that is my fault.
“I’m looking to keep my rates as low as possible,” I told him.
“We can set you up with something that has a high deductible–like $1000,” he offered.
“My car is only worth $2000–why would I want a $1000 deductible?”
I really don’t understand people. Folks always wanna have a new shiny car–it’s so vain. A car’s only job is to get you from point A to point B. My 18-year old Honda is just as good . . . . .
I’ve got a great idea for a new game show–it’s called “English…or Gay?” The game consists of two people: a subject and a contestant. The subject is asked a series of questions by the contestant (heritage and sexuality questions not allowed) who then must determine if the subject is English…or gay. You’d hafta use some sorta voice-altering equipment otherwise that would be a dead give away–but the video can remain the same. That’s what makes it a challenge–’cause English guys look so gay. I should call Mark Burnett. Or is this more of a Merv Griffin game?
While at Blockbuster video today, I noticed something. The movie industry really can’t be that hard to break into because it appears the studios will make anything. I was shocked at the colossal amount of garbage I saw–goofy straight to video flicks that I’ve never heard of–usually starring Tom Arnold (now that James Brown is dead, I think it’s safe to call Tom Arnold ‘The Hardest Working Man in Show Business’–he’s in freakin’ everything). And apparently slapping the words “UNRATED” across a DVD increases sales–’cause it seems like all these whacky comedies are unrated.
I was walking up and down the aisle, . . . . .
I’m feeling a little down right now because “The OC” has been canceled. While it’s not my favorite show, it is pretty irreplaceable. If “24” were to be canceled, I would be bummed but I don’t think I’d miss it (the story has been told). “Smallville” desperately needs to be canceled. Even the “Law & Orders” have been on for years and as much as I love it, I don’t think I’d miss it (not with continous the reruns on cable). “Lost” is a damn fine show…but the novelty has sorta worn off. I’d miss all my shows but none as much as “The OC.”
I’ve got this thing for bad teen dramas–I always have. From “90210” to “Dawson’s Creek” to “The OC” I’ve always had a primetime soap whose key demographic is teenage girls in my life. I don’t know why I like them so much–I just do. I guess what’s appealing about “The OC” is it’s a show that doesn’t take itself too seriously–it even mocks itself quite a bit. Sitcoms tend to be too over the top. That’s what’s great about my teen dramas: they have comedic moments and interesting enough storylines to detain viewers.
And soon . . . . .
I was having such a good run–probably close to a year–and now it’s gone. Down the drain. Just like that! A perfectly good streak snapped because I didn’t follow my judgment. Damn you Red Jesus!
I couldn’t tell you the last time I saw a really crappy movie (prior to “The Good Shepherd”) because I’ve been very selective of what I’ve seen over the past year or so. By only seeing movies I only wanna really wanna see, I haven’t had to see any garbage. A whole year of being entertained by movies gone–just like that (despite its flaws, I still found “Superman Returns” to be watchable). I gambled and I lost. I saw a movie that I thought was probably gonna be bad and I was right.
Unfortunately “The Good Sheppard” sucked even more than I thought imaginable. Matt Damon did nothing but walk around with a hat and trench coat for two hours. My goodness it was boring–so dull it kept me from sleeping because I couldn’t stop thinking about how dull it was. Man, what a stupid boring pointless movie–and of course Red Jesus liked it.
Is there something wrong with me because I think . . . . .
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