Glad to see that over the weekend Paris not only went back into the big house (and I don't mean her parents' palatial estate), but the judge made the whole thing a do over so she learns a lesson about trying to flout the law.
There's a judge who would get my vote if I lived in California. Of course, knowing Paris she'll put out a recording of the old Bobby Fuller Four song "I fought the law" and make millions off of it. But hey -- there's only so much the justice system can do.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Paris gets sprung early
Just saw the news that Paris Hilton has been released from her forced incarceration after a hellish four days in the Century Regional Detention Center. Thank God! Just the thought of poor Paris sitting there alone for nearly 96 hours, doing her nails, reading fan mail, and living without the comforts of a double latte and her precious little punting dog made me so sad. It is good to see justice served.
The reason that was given was some unspecified medical dilemma. No word on weather it was physical or psychological, but I'm betting it had something to do with hair extensions.
The good news is Paris says she has "...learned a great deal from this ordeal and hope(s) that others have learned from (her) mistakes." Uh huh. What has she learned?
My guess is that she has learned the valuable lesson once again that the rich and famous are above the law. I'll bet if she was Paris the poor, drunken crack whore she'd be serving the full sentence and maybe then some for whining.
Gotta love this country.
The reason that was given was some unspecified medical dilemma. No word on weather it was physical or psychological, but I'm betting it had something to do with hair extensions.
The good news is Paris says she has "...learned a great deal from this ordeal and hope(s) that others have learned from (her) mistakes." Uh huh. What has she learned?
My guess is that she has learned the valuable lesson once again that the rich and famous are above the law. I'll bet if she was Paris the poor, drunken crack whore she'd be serving the full sentence and maybe then some for whining.
Gotta love this country.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
For Paris, orange is the new black
So, Paris Hilton is now in the slammer serving her time for being an idiot. She's in solitary confinement for 23 hours a day according to the newspapers. Could there be a worse punishment for her than 23 hours a day without a camera on her? Except, of course, for the secret hidden cameras the guards put in there so they can watch her get naked and do all sorts of nasty things.
Can Paris stand it? Do I care? Not really. Jail is probably a walk in the park for her. Sure it's grimy and all, but no more so than that farmhouse from the first season of The Simple Life.
What she really needs is a good spanking. Any volunteers to give it to her? My other suggestion is to put her pal Nicole Ritchie in charge of her diet while she's there. That ought to teach her!
Can Paris stand it? Do I care? Not really. Jail is probably a walk in the park for her. Sure it's grimy and all, but no more so than that farmhouse from the first season of The Simple Life.
What she really needs is a good spanking. Any volunteers to give it to her? My other suggestion is to put her pal Nicole Ritchie in charge of her diet while she's there. That ought to teach her!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Interesting survey from Money
Saw in a Time Magazine blog that Money Magazine did a survey on ethics and money that will be appearing in the June issue. One of the things they found in polling workers is:
- When asked what they’d be willing to do to advance in their career, 6% of survey respondents said they’d be willing to sleep with their boss or someone else who can help them get ahead. Of this 6%, respondents tended to be young, single and 10 times more likely to be men than women.
Somehow I have to guess that the men in that 6% would also sleep with their boss or someone else even if they didn't think it would help them get ahead. We guys are kinda funny that way.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Gasoline conspiracy theory
Ok, stay with me on this one. I think I've figured out what's going on with the price of gas here in the good ol' USA. It has all the intrigue of a Robert Ludlum novel.
It all goes back to Al Gore and his movie "A Convenient Truth." When that movie first came out, gas prices were as low as they'd been in a long time. Then Gore starts stumping against global warming and how we're killing the planet with hydrocarbon emissions. He begins calling for stricter controls, reductions in consumption, and other things that threaten the ready supply of cash enjoyed by the oil companies.
If these changes are instituted they will eat into oil company profits. They will also cause the price of gasoline to go up. So the smart guys at the oil companies say hey, let's give the people a little taste of what all this will cost. See how they like putting $4/gallon gas in their oversized SUVs for a while. A few months of pain and perhaps they'll see the light. They'll tell Al Gore that they wish there was something that could be done, but it's just too darned expensive. At that point we'll be happy to let them do what they want as long as the price stabilizes around $2.50.
Paranoid? Maybe. But crazier things have happened.
It all goes back to Al Gore and his movie "A Convenient Truth." When that movie first came out, gas prices were as low as they'd been in a long time. Then Gore starts stumping against global warming and how we're killing the planet with hydrocarbon emissions. He begins calling for stricter controls, reductions in consumption, and other things that threaten the ready supply of cash enjoyed by the oil companies.
If these changes are instituted they will eat into oil company profits. They will also cause the price of gasoline to go up. So the smart guys at the oil companies say hey, let's give the people a little taste of what all this will cost. See how they like putting $4/gallon gas in their oversized SUVs for a while. A few months of pain and perhaps they'll see the light. They'll tell Al Gore that they wish there was something that could be done, but it's just too darned expensive. At that point we'll be happy to let them do what they want as long as the price stabilizes around $2.50.
Paranoid? Maybe. But crazier things have happened.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
New Mark Prior jersey available
Just heard the news today that the Chicago Cubs are going to sell a new Mark Prior jersey. They will be charging more for it this year than last, despite the fact that only one of the arms works.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Now it makes sense
When I was a senior in high school, we had elections for class president. My class, being somewhat rebellious, decided to elect one of the kids from the special ed class as president. His name was Roy Roberts, I think. This was not done as a kind and thoughtful gesture, throwing a kid with little else going for him a bone. We did it because we thought it would be funny, and probably because we thought it would make a statement about our attitude toward the student government, and government in general. After all, it was 1973 when he was elected. Mostly, though, we did it to be funny in that mean-spirited sort of way only teenagers and Asian students at Virginia Tech can manage.
What got me thinking about that was the continuing coverage of that Sanjaya guy on American Idol. I have never watched that show, nor do I care to, but even I know who he is. He's the guy with the homohawk haircut who apparently doesn't sing very well but keeps getting voted forward. I've come to realize that Sanjaya is America's Roy Roberts. He's that special ed kid everyone keeps voting for because it's funny to do.
Of course, there is another theory that the rival networks are paying people to vote for him on the assumption that if he wins it will bring the #1 show in American TV crashing down. (How pathetic is that, by the way? An updated version of your middle school's variety show is #1?) I suppose it's a possibility but that's just cynical.
I prefer to think of it in more positive terms. America is simply voting for the retarded kid so we can all point and laugh. And that's what makes this country great.
What got me thinking about that was the continuing coverage of that Sanjaya guy on American Idol. I have never watched that show, nor do I care to, but even I know who he is. He's the guy with the homohawk haircut who apparently doesn't sing very well but keeps getting voted forward. I've come to realize that Sanjaya is America's Roy Roberts. He's that special ed kid everyone keeps voting for because it's funny to do.
Of course, there is another theory that the rival networks are paying people to vote for him on the assumption that if he wins it will bring the #1 show in American TV crashing down. (How pathetic is that, by the way? An updated version of your middle school's variety show is #1?) I suppose it's a possibility but that's just cynical.
I prefer to think of it in more positive terms. America is simply voting for the retarded kid so we can all point and laugh. And that's what makes this country great.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Heather Locklear is officially divorced
Saw that one online and in the newspaper this morning. Wow. Heather, just so you know I am married, but I think I could work it out if you're interested. My wife isn't all that fond of me these days anyway, so I'll bet we could buy her off cheap.
This sort of thing does make you wonder, though. I know she's aged a bit, and the last photo I saw of her suggested Botox to the nth degree, but she's still a babe and from all reports an intelligent, sweet, nice lady. Yet she's now going down for the second time. (I know there's a really rude joke in there about maybe that being the cause of the divorce, but I won't tell it here.)
I've seen pictures of her ex, Ritchie Sambora, and he's no Heather Locklear, I can tell you that. Yet at some point he probably got tired of boning Heather Locklear and decided to go after someone else. What does that say about him, and about men in general? Other than we're idiots.
Anyway, Heather, if I was married to you I would be kind and faithful to you always. I know you like musicians, and I do play the guitar. Not at Ritchie's level, maybe, but enough to keep you entertained on a cold winter's night. Give it some thought. We can make this thing work.
This sort of thing does make you wonder, though. I know she's aged a bit, and the last photo I saw of her suggested Botox to the nth degree, but she's still a babe and from all reports an intelligent, sweet, nice lady. Yet she's now going down for the second time. (I know there's a really rude joke in there about maybe that being the cause of the divorce, but I won't tell it here.)
I've seen pictures of her ex, Ritchie Sambora, and he's no Heather Locklear, I can tell you that. Yet at some point he probably got tired of boning Heather Locklear and decided to go after someone else. What does that say about him, and about men in general? Other than we're idiots.
Anyway, Heather, if I was married to you I would be kind and faithful to you always. I know you like musicians, and I do play the guitar. Not at Ritchie's level, maybe, but enough to keep you entertained on a cold winter's night. Give it some thought. We can make this thing work.
Weighing in on Don Imus
He's a local New York radio talk show host who said something stupid. Who cares? Other than the people in New York.
If he had said the same thing in Idaho he's still be on the air. Really, people, get a freakin' life!
If he had said the same thing in Idaho he's still be on the air. Really, people, get a freakin' life!
What's been lost in the Anna Nicole baby controversy
Well, thank goodness we finally know who the father of Anna Nicole Smith's baby is! I know it was a topic that's been preying on my mind since her poor, unfortunate mother went to that big outlet mall in the sky. Now we can take on some of the lesser issues of the day, such as how to get our American troops the hell out of Iraq before any more get killed, or what to do about global warming.
Before we leave it, though, I do have to mention something that never seems to have been brought up by the media. Isn't it kind of bad that there were all these people who could have a legitimate claim to being the father of her baby? I mean seriously, think about it. She must've had sex with all of these guys nearly a year ago, and in close proximity (although hopefully not at exactly the same time). Sorry, but where I come from that makes you a common slut, not a celebrity.
Instead of celebrating her and moaning over her demise, perhaps we should be making her a cautionary tale for young people, and particularly young women, everywhere. Hey, kids, you don't want to be like Anna Nicole. She was apparently taking in more sausage than the loading dock at a fast food restaurant and now look where she is.
I'm just sayin'...
Before we leave it, though, I do have to mention something that never seems to have been brought up by the media. Isn't it kind of bad that there were all these people who could have a legitimate claim to being the father of her baby? I mean seriously, think about it. She must've had sex with all of these guys nearly a year ago, and in close proximity (although hopefully not at exactly the same time). Sorry, but where I come from that makes you a common slut, not a celebrity.
Instead of celebrating her and moaning over her demise, perhaps we should be making her a cautionary tale for young people, and particularly young women, everywhere. Hey, kids, you don't want to be like Anna Nicole. She was apparently taking in more sausage than the loading dock at a fast food restaurant and now look where she is.
I'm just sayin'...
What gobs of money can buy you
Somehow I picture this being at Val Kilmer's house as he tells himself he was the best Batman of all.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
How horrible must Liz Hurley be?
This is one of those questions I've always wondered about. Elizabeth Hurley is one hot-looking woman. Beautiful face, amazing figure -- and she has that great British accent to go with it. Seems like the kind of package any guy would be happy with.
Yet men seem willing to pull their own heads off rather than stay with her. Hugh Grant cheated on her with a cheap-o Hollywood hooker. She's been married a couple of times, always briefly. You wonder what it is about her that sends the men she loves running for the hills.
Is she incredibly high maintenance? I mean, is she constantly looking for positive reinforcement? Surely she can't wonder if her ass is too big in that dress or all the typical wifely peccadillos. Maybe when she's at home she has bad gas problems, or chews on her toenails, or worships the Devil. What else could it be?
In any case, I hope her marriage to the new guy lasts a bit longer. She deserves to be happy, just like anyone. But if it doesn't, maybe she'll go out on a binge and show her goodies like Britney. You just never know.
Yet men seem willing to pull their own heads off rather than stay with her. Hugh Grant cheated on her with a cheap-o Hollywood hooker. She's been married a couple of times, always briefly. You wonder what it is about her that sends the men she loves running for the hills.
Is she incredibly high maintenance? I mean, is she constantly looking for positive reinforcement? Surely she can't wonder if her ass is too big in that dress or all the typical wifely peccadillos. Maybe when she's at home she has bad gas problems, or chews on her toenails, or worships the Devil. What else could it be?
In any case, I hope her marriage to the new guy lasts a bit longer. She deserves to be happy, just like anyone. But if it doesn't, maybe she'll go out on a binge and show her goodies like Britney. You just never know.
Lindsay Lohan wax figure
Talk about art imitating life. I saw on AOL that roughly a year ago Madamme Tussaud's debuted a wax figure of Lindsay Lohan. Not sure how I missed that originally, but there you go.
The point is you wonder how anyone can tell the difference when the two are standing side-by-side. Particularly if the "live" one is acting.
Of course, it could be worse. Pamela Anderson actually is a completely wax figure. When she dies they can just stick her right into the museum with no further preparation.
The point is you wonder how anyone can tell the difference when the two are standing side-by-side. Particularly if the "live" one is acting.
Of course, it could be worse. Pamela Anderson actually is a completely wax figure. When she dies they can just stick her right into the museum with no further preparation.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
What dumbass designed the $1 coin?
Went to the post office today to get some stamps. Since there was a long line being passed by a turtle I decided to use the self-help machine. With only a pair of $20 bills in my wallet I put one of them in and got my stamps. That's when it happened.
Instead of some reasonable change, I received four nickels and 12 $1 coins. What the hell am I going to do with them? They look like tokens to ride the rides at Chucky Cheese, especially with the fake gold color.
Worse, though, is this latest example of government thinking. What coin is it closest in size to? That's right, a quarter. Whose picture is on the quarter? George Washington. So whose picture do they decide to put on the $1 coin? You guessed it! Ol' smiling George.
Yes, they're different views, but if you're not looking too closely and you just see who it is you could easily toss it in the toll booth or throw it down as a tip in a greasy spoon diner. What dumbass designed that? And what dumbass approved it?
There have been 43 Presidents of the United States (POTUS) including George W. Bush. They date back all the way to 1789. Surely we could've found one other POTUS who was worthy of being on a coin rather than having to go into repeats already. Hell, JFK turned out to be a philandering whore-monger and he has his own coin. Why not Bill Clinton? If that's too recent, how about Teddy Roosevelt? He's pretty recognizable. Even Millard Fillmore would be an improvement over using George yet again. He has the dollar bill and the quarter. The man has done enough -- let him rest!
This is just one more example of your tax dollars -- literally -- at work. Can't somebody in Washington get their thumbs out of their asses long enough to go to the White House Web site and pick another POTUS to honor? John Adams provided most of the ideas for the Declaration of Independence and got the war financed. Can't he get a coin?
I'd even take Martin Sheen since probably half the country thinks he actually was the President because of all his years on The West Wing.
And what the hell am I going to do with all those $1 coins anyway? Hope my bank will trade them in for real money.
Instead of some reasonable change, I received four nickels and 12 $1 coins. What the hell am I going to do with them? They look like tokens to ride the rides at Chucky Cheese, especially with the fake gold color.
Worse, though, is this latest example of government thinking. What coin is it closest in size to? That's right, a quarter. Whose picture is on the quarter? George Washington. So whose picture do they decide to put on the $1 coin? You guessed it! Ol' smiling George.
Yes, they're different views, but if you're not looking too closely and you just see who it is you could easily toss it in the toll booth or throw it down as a tip in a greasy spoon diner. What dumbass designed that? And what dumbass approved it?
There have been 43 Presidents of the United States (POTUS) including George W. Bush. They date back all the way to 1789. Surely we could've found one other POTUS who was worthy of being on a coin rather than having to go into repeats already. Hell, JFK turned out to be a philandering whore-monger and he has his own coin. Why not Bill Clinton? If that's too recent, how about Teddy Roosevelt? He's pretty recognizable. Even Millard Fillmore would be an improvement over using George yet again. He has the dollar bill and the quarter. The man has done enough -- let him rest!
This is just one more example of your tax dollars -- literally -- at work. Can't somebody in Washington get their thumbs out of their asses long enough to go to the White House Web site and pick another POTUS to honor? John Adams provided most of the ideas for the Declaration of Independence and got the war financed. Can't he get a coin?
I'd even take Martin Sheen since probably half the country thinks he actually was the President because of all his years on The West Wing.
And what the hell am I going to do with all those $1 coins anyway? Hope my bank will trade them in for real money.
Anna Nicole Death Ruled a Drug Overdose
Here's another newsflash: the sun rose in the East this morning.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Why the Jedi weren't allowed to marry
Scene: Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn returns to his home after meeting with the Jedi Council. His wife, Tapi, who has been watching soap operas on the holovision all afternoon, barely looks up as he enters. Then, with trepidation, he turns to speak.
Qui-Gon: The Jedi Council has ordered me to Naboo to mediate a dispute with the Trade Federation.
Tapi: WHAT???!! You're leaving again? You just got back from that "research conference" on Yavin 4!
Qui-Gon (Meekly): Yes, I know, but the Trade Federation is threatening to blockade Naboo. The Jedi are being asked to intervene by the Senate.
Tapi: Yeah, yeah, there's always some need somewhere. What about my needs? I'm stuck here at home all the time while you're out galavanting around the galaxy. You and that boy you're always running around with.
Qui-Gon: You mean my Padawan, Obi-Wan?
Tapi: Whatever. I wonder about you two. I wonder about any grown man that spends all his time hanging out with a teenage boy. It's not natural.
Qui-Gon: But this could cause a serious...
Tapi: You think that's serious? I'm the one who's serious. If you want to be serious how about asking your precious Jedi council for a raise? We live like paupers while all our friends are getting new land speeders and bigger houses. You know Flovia next door? Her husband just bought her a new diamond necklace with a matching bracelet. She was over here showing it off yesterday, flaunting it in my face every chance she got. And what do I have to show her? Some lousy plaque from an Outer Rim planet that my husband, the big hotshot Jedi Master got? Big whoop!
Qui-Gon (getting angry): Stop! Just stop already. You knew I was a Jedi when you married me.
Tapi: Yeah, but I thought after a while you'd wise up and get a real job, a job where they pay you in real money. That boss of yours Yoda...
Qui-Gon: He's not my boss. We're equals on the Council...
Tapi: Uh huh, sure, only he gets to go home at night while you're running off to backwater planets on these idiot missions that no one appreciates anyway.
Qui-Gon (Angrily): Did you ever stop and think that I volunteer for these missions to get away from YOU?
Tapi: Oh right, it's my fault you're a worthless piece of bantha fodder. I really wish I would've married Muri when I had the chance. Did you know he's already opening his 15th Muri's Clothing for Big Men and Wookies location? He's rolling in credits! I saw him on Holovision last night getting ready to go on vacation at the spa on Bespin. Oh, the life I could've had.
Suddenly, the tension is broken by the distinctive Whoosh! of a light sabre being ignited.
Tapi: What do you think you're going to do with that? Put that thing away before you hurt yourself.
Qui-Gon: Arrrgggghhhh!
Suddenly, with lightning precision, Qui-Gon attacks Tapi with his light saber, swinging wildly and hacking her to bits. Even after it is apparent she is dead he continues to hack into what's left, letting out 15 years of pent-up frustration and anger at her ridicule.
Finally he pauses, breathing heavily, a faint smile of satisfaction on his face. Distantly, in his head, another voice is heard.
Senator Palpatine (Chuckling): Good. Gooooood. All is going as I have foreseen. Allowing the Jedi to marry was my most brilliant move ever. With the help of the Jedi wives the Sith will once again rule the galaxy.
Scene.
Qui-Gon: The Jedi Council has ordered me to Naboo to mediate a dispute with the Trade Federation.
Tapi: WHAT???!! You're leaving again? You just got back from that "research conference" on Yavin 4!
Qui-Gon (Meekly): Yes, I know, but the Trade Federation is threatening to blockade Naboo. The Jedi are being asked to intervene by the Senate.
Tapi: Yeah, yeah, there's always some need somewhere. What about my needs? I'm stuck here at home all the time while you're out galavanting around the galaxy. You and that boy you're always running around with.
Qui-Gon: You mean my Padawan, Obi-Wan?
Tapi: Whatever. I wonder about you two. I wonder about any grown man that spends all his time hanging out with a teenage boy. It's not natural.
Qui-Gon: But this could cause a serious...
Tapi: You think that's serious? I'm the one who's serious. If you want to be serious how about asking your precious Jedi council for a raise? We live like paupers while all our friends are getting new land speeders and bigger houses. You know Flovia next door? Her husband just bought her a new diamond necklace with a matching bracelet. She was over here showing it off yesterday, flaunting it in my face every chance she got. And what do I have to show her? Some lousy plaque from an Outer Rim planet that my husband, the big hotshot Jedi Master got? Big whoop!
Qui-Gon (getting angry): Stop! Just stop already. You knew I was a Jedi when you married me.
Tapi: Yeah, but I thought after a while you'd wise up and get a real job, a job where they pay you in real money. That boss of yours Yoda...
Qui-Gon: He's not my boss. We're equals on the Council...
Tapi: Uh huh, sure, only he gets to go home at night while you're running off to backwater planets on these idiot missions that no one appreciates anyway.
Qui-Gon (Angrily): Did you ever stop and think that I volunteer for these missions to get away from YOU?
Tapi: Oh right, it's my fault you're a worthless piece of bantha fodder. I really wish I would've married Muri when I had the chance. Did you know he's already opening his 15th Muri's Clothing for Big Men and Wookies location? He's rolling in credits! I saw him on Holovision last night getting ready to go on vacation at the spa on Bespin. Oh, the life I could've had.
Suddenly, the tension is broken by the distinctive Whoosh! of a light sabre being ignited.
Tapi: What do you think you're going to do with that? Put that thing away before you hurt yourself.
Qui-Gon: Arrrgggghhhh!
Suddenly, with lightning precision, Qui-Gon attacks Tapi with his light saber, swinging wildly and hacking her to bits. Even after it is apparent she is dead he continues to hack into what's left, letting out 15 years of pent-up frustration and anger at her ridicule.
Finally he pauses, breathing heavily, a faint smile of satisfaction on his face. Distantly, in his head, another voice is heard.
Senator Palpatine (Chuckling): Good. Gooooood. All is going as I have foreseen. Allowing the Jedi to marry was my most brilliant move ever. With the help of the Jedi wives the Sith will once again rule the galaxy.
Scene.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Britney gets her life back
According to a story I read on AOL's trashy celebrity news, Britney Spears has made "an amazing turnaround" in rehab and says she's getting her life back. Congratulations to Brit! We here at What'd They Do Now are very happy to hear about her success.
It won't be long before she's back out in the world, smoking cigarettes, shaving her hair, getting weird tattoos, getting drunk, flashing her privates, and driving around Hollywood with her kids in her lap. I mean, that was her life, right?
In related news she and K-Fed are hammering out an agreement on custody. At what point did you ever think you'd believe that K-Fed should be the one who gets them, for their own sake? I know that's caught me by surprise. Oh well. As long as her Mom doesn't get them I guess the world will be safe.
It won't be long before she's back out in the world, smoking cigarettes, shaving her hair, getting weird tattoos, getting drunk, flashing her privates, and driving around Hollywood with her kids in her lap. I mean, that was her life, right?
In related news she and K-Fed are hammering out an agreement on custody. At what point did you ever think you'd believe that K-Fed should be the one who gets them, for their own sake? I know that's caught me by surprise. Oh well. As long as her Mom doesn't get them I guess the world will be safe.
From the Dept. of Irony
We all know that several men have stepped forward claiming to be the father of Anna Nicole Smith's baby. Naturally we can assume that most of them just want to brag about having nailed ANS, as if that were a challenge. She seemed to choose sexual partners the way parking meters choose quarters.
Those men wishing to take the next step have been ordered to provide a DNA sample. Now comes the irony. We hear each of them is being given a magazine containing naked ANS pictures to help them generate their, um, deposit.
You have to love it when life comes full circle.
Those men wishing to take the next step have been ordered to provide a DNA sample. Now comes the irony. We hear each of them is being given a magazine containing naked ANS pictures to help them generate their, um, deposit.
You have to love it when life comes full circle.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
All quiet on the Tom Cruise front
Haven't heard much from ol' Tommy Boy lately. I think I know why.
I believe he has been instructed by the space aliens to lay low for a while, lest he jeapordize their efforts to sacrifice the prisoner and Thetan Virgin Queen (aka Katie Holmes) to the volcano gods of Omicron Six.
Either that or the aliens thought MI3 sucked.
I believe he has been instructed by the space aliens to lay low for a while, lest he jeapordize their efforts to sacrifice the prisoner and Thetan Virgin Queen (aka Katie Holmes) to the volcano gods of Omicron Six.
Either that or the aliens thought MI3 sucked.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Grey's Anatomy spin-off woes
Ok, the last couple of posts were on the Chicago Bears, so here's one for the ladies. Trouble abounds with the Grey's Anatomy spin-off. Some cast members are angry that one of their own gets her own show while they're stuck swimming in Ellen Pompeo's scrawny little wake. Fans are agonizing over who will be joining the show and whether Tim Daly is hot enough to uphold the standards. Here's my comment: Who cares?
It's really not that great of a show. The characters are whiny, the plots contrived (remember the guy with the bomb inside of him?) and the medical stuff is useless. At least from all the years I watched ER I learned that when someone comes into an emergency room you need to order a CVC and a Chem Seven, no matter what the problem is. There must be a good incentive program for using those tests, like maybe a free trip to Barbados for everyone who surpasses the 10,000 test mark in a year.
But Grey's Anatomy? Nothing. I'll never be able to fake my way through a hospital with the crap the spew out there.
More significantly it's on on Thursday night opposite Scrubs, which I find to be a much more interesting and realistic medical program. So if the main program is a pain, what hope does its spin-off have?
Let's face it ladies. Search your heart of hearts. You know Grey's Anatomy sucks. It's like listening to your friends whine about their spouses/love lives, only they're not buying you Cosmos while they do it. Quit watching it, and let it (and its ugly offspring) go flatline while you still have some sense of self-respect.
It's really not that great of a show. The characters are whiny, the plots contrived (remember the guy with the bomb inside of him?) and the medical stuff is useless. At least from all the years I watched ER I learned that when someone comes into an emergency room you need to order a CVC and a Chem Seven, no matter what the problem is. There must be a good incentive program for using those tests, like maybe a free trip to Barbados for everyone who surpasses the 10,000 test mark in a year.
But Grey's Anatomy? Nothing. I'll never be able to fake my way through a hospital with the crap the spew out there.
More significantly it's on on Thursday night opposite Scrubs, which I find to be a much more interesting and realistic medical program. So if the main program is a pain, what hope does its spin-off have?
Let's face it ladies. Search your heart of hearts. You know Grey's Anatomy sucks. It's like listening to your friends whine about their spouses/love lives, only they're not buying you Cosmos while they do it. Quit watching it, and let it (and its ugly offspring) go flatline while you still have some sense of self-respect.
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