So I’ve got a sekret blog…

So this morning I saw a commercial for Pizza hut … Let me see if I can find it on the youtubes … yes here it is

I mean seriously. Those people clearly thought they were part of an infomercial, not a Food Network show. Is it really that much of a stretch to see these people oooooing and aaaahhhhing over this shitastic pizza they’ve been served? 

After seeing the commercial I said to myself, “I’m going to tell Dave I don’t ever want to deal with Pizza Hut again!” 

But I forgot all about it within a few minutes and Dave came into the living room to watch some TV with me about an hour later. And then . . . WHAT THE FUCK, The Dominos commercial is nowhere to be found on the intarweb. Well there goes that.

Blog = Fail.

PS At some point in the Dominos commercial they shave a guy’s eyebrow off and Dave hated it. So he said no more Dominos.

TBH We don’t really get that much pizza take out, so it’s not a big deal. 

I’m glad this blog is a sekret, think of the humiliation if it was not.

I’ll make neither excuses nor claims in regards to my best of 2008 list. It is what it is.

And the winners are . . .

Best Youtube Video: Short Form

 

Steve Cares, stars Steve Burns of Blues Clues fame. Apparently other than being Blue’s best friend, Steve is a snarky son of a bitch. And for that I love him. Godspeed Steve Burns. And yes, this video did not come out in 2008, but that’s when I first saw it, thanks to kristchan. 

Best Television Show Fox almost canceled but didn’t: Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles

God damn I love this fucking show. Not every episode is amazing, but if I may quote Dice Clay’s character from Casual Sex? “They can’t all be golden.” This show picks up after T2 and thankfully pretends that the monstrosity known as T3 doesn’t exist. I wish Linda Hamilton was in it. Having Summer Glau in a regular sci fi series is awesome though.

Best Movie I actually went to see in a theatre this year: Iron Man

To be honest I just couldn’t see why everyone was so worked up over the Dark Knight. Sure Heath Ledger was good as the Joker. But he’s had better performances (I firmly believe he deserved an Oscar for his portayal of Skip in Lords of Dogtown) and the BatMan and his shitty voice effect took me out of the movie EVERY TIME he spoke. Christian Bale is not so great in these movies. Anyhoo, back to Iron Man. This movie just rocked. You’ve got Robert Downey Jr playing the lead role, and honestly, in my not so humble opinion, he is my generation’s best actor. The guy is a fucking delight and this movie is all kinds of awesome. The only way it could have been better would be if Bruce Campbell was in it.

Favorite New Media Social Networking Expert: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH

Seriously though, there’s no such thing. If someone tells you they are an expert they are lying. Oh hai I’m an expert on the internets. Bwawhahaha. Stupid fucks and a big “Shame on you!” to whoever hires these people. If you have money to waste go take a $1200/day vacation or get your kids a massage or something. 

Best Reason to Own an XM Radio: Ron and Fez (noon to 3)

If you don’t have an XM radio then you most likely have no idea what you are missing. I suggest becoming a subscriber today! In the mean time, head over to RonFez.net and download some of the fun stuff while you read through their forums. 

Best Indian Food Near My House: Shangri-La (1706 E Cotati Ave Rohnert Park CA)

You know, I’ve been really disappointed with the take-out food selection in Sonoma County, and this really surprises me. Shitty chinese food, horrible franchise pizza, so-so Mexican and ZERO regular old East Coast style Italian joints have all left me feeling more than a little unfulfilled. I mean fuck!, we even had to forego our annual tradition of chinese food on Christmas eve because the take-out situation is so dire around these parts. THANKFULLY Dave discovered Shangri-La, a tiny Indian take-out (or eat in) restaurant a few miles away from us. I really really like their vegetable curry.

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There are probably more things I could put on my list, but honestly the Monk viewer’s choice marathon is on right now, so . . .

So, yeah PS I Love You was on one of the HBOs last night and I gave it a watch.

It stars Hillary Swank (of Swank Perfume fame), Lisa Kudrow, Kathy Bates, Gina Gershon, Harry Connick Jr and some other folks that are pretty cool.

The synopsis: Young widow (Swank) is a mess after her husband dies at 35 of a brain tumor. He knew she’d be a wreck so he wrote a series of letters that get delivered to her at various times throughout the year immediately following his death.

Honestly, had I realized that this was the plot I wouldn’t have started watching. It takes very little for me to have an emotional meltdown when I’m watching a movie, and after AI I pretty much swore off all potentially emotional movies because leaving the theatre all red and puffy is just way too embarrassing.

That being said, PS I love you is a fucking cryfest. I dare you to watch it and not fall apart. This is either the saddest funny movie I’ve seen ever or the funniest sad movie, I’m not sure really. And it is funny!  But just as soon as you have a nice little chuckle at something someone has said or done you’re reaching for the kleenex because another letter has shown up from the dead guy. I mean, fuck. How much can a girl take?

Would I recommend it? If you’re a chick and you enjoy a good cry then I say yes.

Seriously though, I’m not watching it ever again.

Dave and I went to Starbucks after we had done some impromptu Xmas shopping for ourselves. So we go in and I order a GRANDE LATTE.

I get handed a cup of hot milk.

Yeah, big deal. Shit happens. Yes, I know all of that. And this isn’t the part that pissed me off. I take a drink and, yup it’s just milk. Hand it to Dave to make sure my tastebuds are not malfunctioning. He confirms. It’s hot milk.

I go back to the counter to the guy who rang me up and say “Umm, this is just milk.” He takes it, lifts off the cap looks in and nods his head.

He then gets the attention of the girl who made the milk-only beverage and says, “This is only hot milk.” She looks at me and then at him like somehow I am making it up and he’s in on the conspiracy. She just won’t believe that it’s only milk.  So the counter dude starts pouring the hot milk out into the nearby sink for everyone to see. She watches as every last bit is poured out of the cup, just to make sure that the coffee wasn’t hiding out at the bottom.

Surprise, surprise. It was just milk.

Then she looks at us both and says, “I pressed the button.” The counter guy at this point realizes that she’s acting a bit irrationally and tells her “Just make another one. That one was milk.” She then insists “I PRESSED THE BUTTON.”

Honey, do you think I took my magic coffee extracting device and got rid of all traces of the coffee in my latte just so I could ruin your day? Do you? Really?

So then she huffs and puffs about making another one, and doesn’t apologize, doesn’t say “Here you go.” She just shoves it onto the counter like I have totally inconvenienced her.

I hope someone poops in a bag, puts it on her front porch and then lights it on fire.

I should post this in my local craigslist’s rants.  Too much effort.

So yeah, I thought I might give this blog thing a try.

Some of you know me …  well I’m going to assume all of you know me, otherwise there really would be no reason for you to be here. So herro2u friends.

I’ve mostly been anti-blogging because it seems like a lot of blogs are some awful form of self-promotion. Some of the About Me sections on certain blogs outrage me. Do people not realize that everyone knows you are writing your own About Me? So when you write (in the third person) this glowing mini-bio about yourself it really comes off as fake and a bit creepy. So cut that shit out. Fuckers. Yeah, fuck you. Also, cocks.

Thankfully, not all blogs are created equal and there are real people out there who have things to say that 1) make sense; 2) are helpful; and 3) are not written by people whose mother’s told them that they are special way too often. Guess what, your mom lied. You aren’t special. At least not in that ZOMG DON’T YOU WANT TO BE LIKE ME BECAUSE I BOUGHT THESE SHOES THAT YOU’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO AFFORD way. You are special in another way. The way that has people like me and my cohorts giggling our asses off every time you make a new post about how awesome you are.

Once I figure it out I’ll put some links to blogs I like done by people I think are god damned nifty.

So yeah, I have opinions and shit on stuff and things. I’ve got comments off.

Ron and Fez. Noon to 3.