Fall premiere season 2009

Well folks, here we go again on that roller coaster ride of emotions, known as the beginning of our new TV year. Every year, we each of us perch in front of our televisions, sweaty palms wrapped around plastic remotes, fingers poised above the triangular channel change button, waiting to see what fresh hell awaits us, fresh from the fetid minds of so-called "creative" television "writers." And every year, it seems inevitable that some show I had loved so recently (farewell, Pushing Daisies!) has been replaced by some crap I can barely acknowledge (hello... 100 Questions).

And yet! For us, the lovers of tube [Ed. note: Dirty!], there sometimes comes a brief moment of salvation amongst hours of face-palm smacking. Here, at the precipice of the fresh season, there is still hope. Will Russell annoy his competitors all the way to victory (doubtful as it seems)? Will Glee reclaim the quirky fantastical-ness of its pilot, or continue the long, slow slide to Disney? Could anything keep me from watching Jim & Pam's wedding (probably not)? And WHAT IS UP WITH BARNEY AND ROBIN??

I shall not-- nay, I CANNOT stop watching television until I find out the answers to these questions. So that's another week at least.

Curtsy/kick 12-08-08

A crumbly curtsy to three-day old Mint Creme Newman-O's and their unnaturally soft yumminess. Organic means fat-free, right? Right?

A self-loathing kick in my own general direction for overwhelming achievements in procrastination. Damn you, hidden object games!

Eeeep!

Why do I love small furry things? Couldn't tell you, but these are almost as cute as any number of real-life pets I am too forgetful to own. See here!

OMYGODLOOKBEHINDYOU!

Oh, that's just Thing. Hi, Thing!

Run, don't walk to: www.photoshopdisasters.blogspot.com to see more blunders.

Curtsy/kick 12-01-09

A cheerful curtsy to "Pushing Daisies" for its continued TV excellence. Earnest, rapid-fire dialogue is sweetened by the delicious presence of Kristin Chenoweth (Oliver Snook) and the ever-tasty Lee Pace (Ned).


An annoyed shin-kick directed at anyone who talks on their cell phone in the library during Dead Week. Why, thank you, sir, for sharing with me your inane discussions of beer pong techniques. Boyfriend troubles, madam? Thank you so much for including me!

Designing woman

Here's your chance to live out your secret (or in my case, not so secret) fantasy of becoming an interior designer... the Frank Lloyd Wright Preservation Trust has an online Shockwave-based program that allows you to choose and design a home for one or more "clients." Think of it as the grown-up alternative to playing with a dollhouse... or something cooler than that.

http://architectstudio3d.org/AS3d/design_studio3d.html

Oy, with the poodles already.

Dear Grey's writers,
Please, please stop. This isn't Ghost Whisperer: Seattle Grace, right? Having sex with dead people (real or imaginary) just ain't right. Creator Shonda Rhimes has stated that Izzie doesn't have a brain tumor, so what the heck?? If this is leading up to the light at the end of the tunnel for Izzie, I'm fine with that; in fact, get on with it already. The once-spunky, sassy, perky Dr. Isobel Stevens has given way to a sad, lost, falls-in-love-with-her-married-best-friend, saves-a-deer-in-the-parking-lot, has-sex-with-Alex-before-insisting-on-an-HIV-test, sap. In fact, the show as a whole has become the proverbial car accident that you just can't stop looking at... but gosh, I sure wish I could.