January 20, 2006

I seem to be on a roll

With the fluffy pop culture stuff this week. This is partly due to the fact that in real life, I am almost ready to strangle any number of department heads and development officers--the closest things to matter and anti-matter in academia--due to their inability to Listen To The Words That Are Coming Out of My Mouth and their tendency to put their own preconceived notions in place of my words.

Irony would like to point out the humor inherent in the narrow-mindedness of academics, and I would like to tell Irony to shut her cakehole. Grr.

Anyhoo, I came to two important decisions this week.

  1. I'm totally over Lost. I want someone to shoot, in order: Ana Maria, Jack, Kate, Charlie, and the entire Others/Deliverance subplot, and replace the entire thing with the Locke/Sawyer insult comedy hour. Bleh.
  2. This is my new TV boyfriend. Hublet gets Heather Graham, I get Jensen Ackles. I am ignoring the fact that there is some serious cradle-robbing going on there--it worked for Demi.

And also, I hate Magruder--the final boss in the Gun game. Quit shooting me, dammit! Plus, who has body armor in the old west? Yeah, you might have the voice of Lance Henriksen, but that's not enough to save me from irritation when I have to spend 30 minutes jumping around and trying to time my Dukes Of Hazzard inspired dynamite arrows to coincide with your walking over a freaking GEYSER! ARG!

Shallow? Hell yeah. And speaking of shallowness and the critiques thereof, read this post, to which I can only respond "Amen." Irony, she is a hard mistress, but I've learned she can be bribed with beer.

Posted by Big Arm Woman at January 20, 2006 12:03 PM
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Nobody had body armor in the real old west, but Clint Eastwood had it in A Fistful of Dollars, and that's good enough.

Perfectly plausible body armor, too, in that it was a piece of boilerplate with a rope holding it up over his chest.

Posted by: Sigivald at January 20, 2006 03:11 PM

LOST did suck this week. I don't know how Locke and Sawyer are keeping all that up. My only solace is knowing that my friend Michael (whom you have met? Or you've met his wife) is joining the cast and his emails from Hawaii have been full of reports of sore muscles, ribs, and various interesting and gory makeup techniques. Good times!

Posted by: Belle at January 20, 2006 03:21 PM

"...who has body armor in the old west?"

Um, Ned Kelly? Quite old (hanged 1880) and quite well west.

Anent the narrow-mindedness of academics; can anyone think of anything novel that's been done in Academe in the last, say, thirty years? Even the physicists seem to be stuck on string theory.

Posted by: PersonFromPorlock at January 20, 2006 04:05 PM

I recall reading that Cole Younger wore a vest of thick, hardened leather (toughened by soaking in brine?) that supposedly stopped quite a few bullets during his criminal career. Including, apparently, saving his life during the botched bank robbery in Northfield, Minnesota where he was finally captured.

Posted by: dhanson at January 20, 2006 05:23 PM

I hope Hublet taped that episode of Emily's Reasons Why Not, as I do believe it's been cancelled already. I guess he'll have to make due with watching the Felicity Shagwell scenes from Austin Powers over and over.

Posted by: Jenno at January 21, 2006 12:18 PM

I think it's soon a full moon. Which may account for why things which once DID entertain us are now annoying us. Also, thanks for the link to the eurosnob post. I'm thankful for a new site to read that just hits it on the head. Like here!

Posted by: Kim at January 21, 2006 07:21 PM

I just found out this weekend about the cancellation of "Emily's Reasons..." . Ouch. Although frankly, judging from the first episode, it was going to be touch and go on whether or Heather Graham would be enough to keep me in the game (I could've watched with the mute on, I suppose).

To clear my name, I must point out that I watch virtually no evening t.v. unless I am in the room with BAW and one of her weird shows is on. So I don't do much purposeful ogling at t.v. babes (though Charisma Carpenter on "Veronica Mars" tempts me). Besides, why would I need to with BAW around to ogle? (brownie points for me)

But I will admit, with only a tiny measure of Protestant shame, that I am forever indebted to Heather Graham for her performance as Rollergirl in "Boogie Nights".

Posted by: Husband of BAW at January 23, 2006 08:37 AM

Like I was saying right here a year ago...

Lost = Twin Peaks

Posted by: Locomotive Breath at January 23, 2006 10:50 AM