Oh, see, I can't seem to pun off The O.C.
Random thoughts, sans links:
"When I have a problem, Marissa, I like to talk about it incessantly."
— Seth Cohen
A good episode of The O.C. (and a good ol' fashioned therapy session on the phone with Mom) saved all of you from a post bitching about my job, life, the state of the country, the absolute dearth of good chorizo in Temple, and on and on. (Here's a hint, my day started at 7 a.m. and ended at 11 p.m. In between I thought I was going to start the day by vomiting, I got bitched out by one lawyer because another lawyer's assistant lied to me, and I interviewed the bereaved father of a Marine who was killed in Iraq on Tuesday. It would have been a long post.)
The first episode and a half of The Orange County — what was that shit?
Did Marissa put on a little weight in all the right places?
Is it safe to assume that every guy who watches that show thinks of himself as Seth? That's pretty sad.
Then again, Summer is probably the hottest girl on TV since they cancelled Dark Angel.
So the new chicks: nemeses or love interests?
If more of you slobs had any culture, we could have these discussions about The Wire instead.
I think I want to see this Kinsey movie. It's amazing how curious I am about something that has no real bearing on my life.
How is it Snoop is such a product whore but I don't care? Drop it like it's hot.
I should probably read Thomas Frank's What's the Matter with Kansas. He apparently wrote the book talking about all that stuff we've been talking about, re: red state narratives and how the Democrats somehow fucked up populism.
Holy shit, Bill Clinton looks weird.
Spurs: 7-1. San Antonio Breakfast Tacos: Dead last. So why am I betting beer on my hard-luck fantasy team?
Fuck U2.
If I quit my job today, I think I'd want go work in a bowling alley. Preferrably in Europe. I don't know why.
SportsCenter needs to end those retarded segments where two random guys argue back and forth at each other. Just show me more highlights. Or put Lebron's 12-foot-high dunk tonight on loop for five minutes.
"All I wanna do is race, Daddy."
— fictional Dale Earnhardt
Heard on ESPN: "...and Lou Lombardo, a senior who's a great personal story. He's overcome dyslexia to become a very good college lineman."
This message brought to you by Killeen's Afrikan American Bookstore:
"You already knew about the books,
But what about the hard-to-find CDs and DVDs?
We got everything from dance hall to movie,
From school days
To your favorite black plays,
And it's sad but it's got to be said,
Up here in no bootlegs,
Much respect to you street hustler
But you best bet it here, Blackbuster,
Right here, 1102 West Jackson Drive,
Where we keep the Kosher live,
And remember, to whom you give your money
Is to whom you give your power."
True, we should have the first Mr. Wright pledge drive next week.
Okay, I've gone from mildly delirious to simply exhausted. I know this was pointless.
"When I have a problem, Marissa, I like to talk about it incessantly."
— Seth Cohen
A good episode of The O.C. (and a good ol' fashioned therapy session on the phone with Mom) saved all of you from a post bitching about my job, life, the state of the country, the absolute dearth of good chorizo in Temple, and on and on. (Here's a hint, my day started at 7 a.m. and ended at 11 p.m. In between I thought I was going to start the day by vomiting, I got bitched out by one lawyer because another lawyer's assistant lied to me, and I interviewed the bereaved father of a Marine who was killed in Iraq on Tuesday. It would have been a long post.)
The first episode and a half of The Orange County — what was that shit?
Did Marissa put on a little weight in all the right places?
Is it safe to assume that every guy who watches that show thinks of himself as Seth? That's pretty sad.
Then again, Summer is probably the hottest girl on TV since they cancelled Dark Angel.
So the new chicks: nemeses or love interests?
If more of you slobs had any culture, we could have these discussions about The Wire instead.
I think I want to see this Kinsey movie. It's amazing how curious I am about something that has no real bearing on my life.
How is it Snoop is such a product whore but I don't care? Drop it like it's hot.
I should probably read Thomas Frank's What's the Matter with Kansas. He apparently wrote the book talking about all that stuff we've been talking about, re: red state narratives and how the Democrats somehow fucked up populism.
Holy shit, Bill Clinton looks weird.
Spurs: 7-1. San Antonio Breakfast Tacos: Dead last. So why am I betting beer on my hard-luck fantasy team?
Fuck U2.
If I quit my job today, I think I'd want go work in a bowling alley. Preferrably in Europe. I don't know why.
SportsCenter needs to end those retarded segments where two random guys argue back and forth at each other. Just show me more highlights. Or put Lebron's 12-foot-high dunk tonight on loop for five minutes.
"All I wanna do is race, Daddy."
— fictional Dale Earnhardt
Heard on ESPN: "...and Lou Lombardo, a senior who's a great personal story. He's overcome dyslexia to become a very good college lineman."
This message brought to you by Killeen's Afrikan American Bookstore:
"You already knew about the books,
But what about the hard-to-find CDs and DVDs?
We got everything from dance hall to movie,
From school days
To your favorite black plays,
And it's sad but it's got to be said,
Up here in no bootlegs,
Much respect to you street hustler
But you best bet it here, Blackbuster,
Right here, 1102 West Jackson Drive,
Where we keep the Kosher live,
And remember, to whom you give your money
Is to whom you give your power."
True, we should have the first Mr. Wright pledge drive next week.
Okay, I've gone from mildly delirious to simply exhausted. I know this was pointless.
posted by Matt at 12:20 AM
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