So, everybody’s swooning over the Old Spice dude. Paul, the Engineers Guide to Cats guy, has posted his response.
For my money, cat guys rule.
- Sandy AAR
I’m going to treat us all to one of my favorite cat videos. And, since cruising for cute cats on YouTube is one of my favorite things to do when…er, I’m wasting time on the Internets, that is saying something. Because, hey, the truth is that I am one major league, certified, and accredited Cat Video Expert.
I like this one because he is so intense and serious about his ride. Because, as those of us who love them know, cats aren’t exactly known for having a sharp sense of humor. Or any sense of humor. At all.
But, you’ve got to admit, it does look fun.
I have a Roomba. I have a cat. Plans are underway.
- Sandy AAR
Man, the Interwebs certainly has changed our lives since Al Gore got the idea all those years ago.
Now with Twitter and FaceBook, people know where you are. Every day. All the time.
They know what you’re doing, what you’re not doing, and what you should be doing. And, unless you’re fabricating a w-a-a-a-a-y more interesting life than you really have (and it happens right here in Romanceland, I believe) they know when you’re not exercising, not working, not sleeping, and not getting any.
We all make cute quips, witty observations, and seriously profound profundities. All in 140 characters or less.
Jean’s post about her discovery of Christopher Guest has had me fondly remembering my favorite bits from movie pasts. Thanks to the wonders of YouTube, it’s easy.
This is Spinal Tap was when most of us were introduced to the incredible talents of Mr. Guest – AKA, 5th Baron Haden-Guest. Coming up with my favorite scene was a challenge. The glories of Stonehenge aside, it finally came down to two — Lick My Love Pump (which, sadly, I couldn’t find online) and the amp that goes to 11. I settled on 11.
Once they wrapped up the Fellowship of the Sun storyline, the season meandered pretty dramatically for me.
Crazy ass psycho bitch Sarah Newlin (acted to perky perfection) and dim bulb Jason just clicked and I loved the wry tone of the storyline.
The maenad, not so much. Generally speaking, nice people acting mean isn’t a favorite plot device of mine (I always hated the vampire Willow episodes of Buffy) and there was just too much of it. And, let’s face it, not enough Eric in the final episodes of the season.
On Sunday night I fell asleep during Mad Men.
This unprecedented occurrence is due to the fact that showrunner Matt Weiner seems to have permanently inserted his head up his ass.
In other words, I think he is putting a bit too much credence in his own press.
Do I hope that somehow, someway he will unwedge himself? You bet I do. But with meandering plots; strange, ham-handedly “meaningful” shots of nothing (what was up with Don’s hand at the May Day celebration); and a determined lack of focus on anything resembling a forward-moving plot, I’m becoming less and less optimistic.
Right now, the emperor has no clothes. None. (If things change after watching Sunday’s third episode, I will eat appropriate amounts of crow.) Mad Men has always come dangerously close to being in the red on the precious meter, but this season it is beyond pretentious. And I want my Don Draper back. Really.
Well, holey moley, welcome to Sandy’s new regular Tuesday morning Sunday night TV wrap up.
Honestly, I expected to be waxing profusely about how great Sunday night’s premiere was. Only I can’t because I’m not really feeling it.
After the madness and nonstop action of RWA, it’s veg out time for me! Good thing a few of my favorite TV series (and guilty pleasures) are providing some excellent fodder for down time!
Could there have been a better time for Toddlers & Tiaras to make a reappearance? Surely not, sister. I love pursing my lips over those toxic moms. And my man Tony Bourdain? Thanks, fella, for kicking it back in with terrific episodes – one of which takes place in none other than nearby Charm City. I love his laconic charm. His smart ass humor. His smarts without the ass. His ass without the smarts. And, gosh darn it, his all around magnificent Tony-ness!
And, of course, there are the myriad pleasures of True Blood which are pretty damn myriad at the moment. You’ve got your pagan orgies! And Sam with his shirt off! And Eric – my god, Eric! With tantalizing hints out there that there just may be a nude scene in his future, my cup (and his, I am certain – ha, ha) runneth over. I am also currently enjoying a extra large side of crow because one of my favorite things about this season is dim bulb Jason and his adventures with the Fellowship of the Sun psycho bitch from hell Sarah Newlin. It takes talent to portray a character with absolutely nothing going on his brain and Ryan Kwanten has totally won me over now that I don’t have to look at his ass every episode. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) As for Sarah, the actress – and the character – are magnificently over the top. Perky + Crazy Ass Psycho Tendencies = Big Time Winner!