Monday, February 28, 2005

24: Between 5 PM and 6 PM

The best thing about tonight's episode wasn't finding the override or Curtis escaping the terrorists' clutches, it was Erin Driscoll's daughter killing herself (how she got access to a knife or razor with doctors and nurses watching her every move is yet another nuance of the show). She was quite an annoying character and this now paves the way for Tony Almeda to reclaim the reins at CTU. I wasn't crazy about Driscoll either, so it all works out. Now if they can only find a way to resurrect Sherry Palmer. How I miss her.

Star Jones Must Die

As predicted, Jamie Foxx won the Oscar tonight for Best Actor. But who cares? The bigger story is that The Incredibles won for best sound editing! Who saw that coming? I know I didn't. Good for them. Chris Rock even said if The Incredibles didn't win for sound editing, he would take the Oscar away from whoever won and give it to them. Glad to see it didn't come to that.

Monday, February 21, 2005

Vin Diesel: 310-279-6312

Paris Hilton's Sidekick got hacked into and photos of her (some, not surprisingly, flashing a little skin) and the phone numbers of some notable celebrities have been posted online. While it might seem journalistically unethical to repost anything here, there are celebs out there who do annoy me. So it's not really a journalist thing stopping me. Plus this is more of a blog about news commentary and pop culture stupidity, and Paris Hilton is a gift from the comedy gods (and I don't mean because of that Simple Life garbage; that show is more fake than Jeff Gannon). She's America's Whore now. Ya know what, I won't post them. I'll just link to them. If you look you can find Fred Durst's, Frankie Muniz's, and Lindsay Lohan's (she can expect a call from me later, I'll just use my "Fez" voice). Richie Rich is also on the list, so I guess Paris knows even wealthy cartoon characters. Just make sure to call Vin and tell him how much you think The Pacifier is going to suck, pun intended.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

At Least the Rangers Have an Excuse to Miss the Playoffs This Year

The NHL and Players' Association had a meeting today to try and "uncancel" the season, but nothing happened, similar to every other meeting between the two sides. So at the moment, there is absolutely not going to be a season, unless they reach an agreement and definitely have a season. Today, no chance of hockey. Tomorrow, positively could be. Right now, canceled. Later, possibly not canceled. We'll just have to wait and see or not see.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

Gated Community

They're making a big deal of "The Gates" put up in Central Park. Did we need big orange hurdles? No. But the amount of stupid crap added to this city never ceases to amaze me.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

North Korea: 'Didn't You Get the Memo Three Years Ago?'

North Korea kinda already admitted to having nukes a few years ago by kicking U.N. inspectors out of its treehouse. I'm not surprised. But it did make me go, "Hans Brix! You breakin' my balls, Hans, you breakin' my balls!"

Monday, February 07, 2005

They Had to Sneak in That Cialis Ad

Today you're seeing all sorts of ratings and in-depth analyses for the commercials that ran last night during the Super Bowl. There could be some game coverage as well if you look really hard, but why bother. I liked the Fed-Ex "top ten" list ad, the "mamma's boy" doll, and the P. Diddy/Diet Pepsi truck one, only because I could totally see that happening. That was pretty much it. Most people watched the Super Bowl, so I don't know why these writers go ahead and tell us what we already saw and judge commercials like Olympic figure skaters. Filler, I suppose.

Friday, February 04, 2005

Better Than Last Year

You know what would be great? If Paul McCartney, during the G-rated halftime show on Sunday, takes out a huge blunt and lights up before going into "Help!" That's my Super Bowl wish.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

C You Soon

The C train is being restored tomorrow. It went from 3 to 5 years to 6 to 9 months to less than two weeks. All thanks to my bitching. Oh, and the MTA realizing they have no idea how time works.