I am watching the pilot episode of "Lie To Me" with Tim Roth, whom I love and don't think I have seen since "Four Rooms". Hold on, let me check that... Wow, he has done 32 projects since that film. Oops. Guess I don't love him as much as I thought I did.
This show is about an expert of behavior who can glean whether or not someone is lying based on micro-expressions and body language. I need this skill, though I know that it would make me crazy, seeing how much people lie.
I am fascinated by the research that has gone into this show. They display images of famous faces to demonstrate scorn, anger, shame. I do wonder though if one can learn the tells to hide when they are lying and if this program is teaching me to expertly conceal the truth.
This program takes place in DC, which is another thing I love, though it forces me to analyze the areas to prove that they dn't really film in the District. The first episode deals with a Senator accused of patronizing prostitutes in Georgetown. I am afraid that every episode will deal with the members of the Hill, since this show is taking place here and they all seem to be liars. Then this show will be like watching CSPAN.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
AI - Auditions day 2
The directors of AI are funny people. They had an intro of a very pretty girl who talks about her powerful voice. It was a very serious intro and then she sang like a tape that has been in the sun too long.
This next girl chose a song that Simon co-wrote and then messed up the words. Oops. But she has a nice voice, so I guess all is forgiven.
I am sitting around waiting for the cable guy to show up and replace my cable box. But I still have to get through this two hour show. And I am not feeling clever at all, so I am afraid this may come out as a clinical assessment instead of my typical witty banter. (I sure do blow my own horn a lot, but no one reads this blog, so I can do as I wish. Sometime I am going to write an entry that just states "Bug rules!!" 73 times. But not today).
I want someone to sing Sara Bareilles "Love Song" because it is in my head.
There is a distinct correlation between funny looks and funny voices. (Looks to include outfit). I think they could toss out anyone wearing a hat without even listening to them sing and save some time. WHAAAT? They liked the "Over the Rainbow" singing hat wearer? He won't last.
Jason Castro's brother is on the show. I wanna guess that he is going to suck, but I have a feeling and turns out he's got a nice voice. He sings a bit in his throat, but you know, whatever. He looks like a German girl.
Jennifer Jason Leigh's little sister is on. She is so nervous that my television set is vibrating. She likes to be called Jazz, and then she tips her hat. I wonder if that is her signature move. Her reactions due to the utter silence from the judges are wonderful. I wish they would let her stay just because she entertains me. I am a cruel mistress.
Rembrandt needs to go to Kansas City and get to bleaching some teeth. Their teeth look like my newly painted walls (which are yellow if you are not getting where I am going here).
Well, the cable guy is here now and I am getting a new/used box. It had better work better than the last one. He is having a hard time connecting it so I had better go help. I missed the last 35 minutes of AI, but I am fairly certain I did not miss much.
Seacrest OUT!
This next girl chose a song that Simon co-wrote and then messed up the words. Oops. But she has a nice voice, so I guess all is forgiven.
I am sitting around waiting for the cable guy to show up and replace my cable box. But I still have to get through this two hour show. And I am not feeling clever at all, so I am afraid this may come out as a clinical assessment instead of my typical witty banter. (I sure do blow my own horn a lot, but no one reads this blog, so I can do as I wish. Sometime I am going to write an entry that just states "Bug rules!!" 73 times. But not today).
I want someone to sing Sara Bareilles "Love Song" because it is in my head.
There is a distinct correlation between funny looks and funny voices. (Looks to include outfit). I think they could toss out anyone wearing a hat without even listening to them sing and save some time. WHAAAT? They liked the "Over the Rainbow" singing hat wearer? He won't last.
Jason Castro's brother is on the show. I wanna guess that he is going to suck, but I have a feeling and turns out he's got a nice voice. He sings a bit in his throat, but you know, whatever. He looks like a German girl.
Jennifer Jason Leigh's little sister is on. She is so nervous that my television set is vibrating. She likes to be called Jazz, and then she tips her hat. I wonder if that is her signature move. Her reactions due to the utter silence from the judges are wonderful. I wish they would let her stay just because she entertains me. I am a cruel mistress.
Rembrandt needs to go to Kansas City and get to bleaching some teeth. Their teeth look like my newly painted walls (which are yellow if you are not getting where I am going here).
Well, the cable guy is here now and I am getting a new/used box. It had better work better than the last one. He is having a hard time connecting it so I had better go help. I missed the last 35 minutes of AI, but I am fairly certain I did not miss much.
Seacrest OUT!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
It's back!!! Season 8
Yay! It’s American Idol time again. I like the auditions and I like the process getting these kids onto the stage where the hockey moms and little girls/boys vote for them. That’s when my interest peters off and I fast forward through the songs just to hear what Paula is going to say. I want to start a drinking game. Every time anyone says anything that is more than 100%, you drink. (Drink 1 million %! 100 thousand million percent!). Anytime Paula seriously slurs, you drink. OR you can play the drinking game with 3 others and pick a favorite judge. Then if you picked Randy, you can point to someone to drink when he says “dawg”. Or if you picked Simon, you can make someone drink when he says “I’m not being mean”. You get the gist. Make up your own rules. Sheesh. Do I have to do everything here!?!?
Oh, the show is starting. I liked their opening sequence that reminds us of why we watch this show. Weirdos, genuinely talented people, Paula and Simon, oh and weirdos. I mean seriously. That is why we watch the auditions, right? Now we have a new judge. I wonder how the two girls will get along?
I wonder how long before my love for Simon is reignited.
First up is an asian-fro. I am very glad to see the fro making a new appearance. I want to touch his hair. Well, not really. It looks square. I bet Simon’s hair would look like that if he grew it out. Paula looks like she stepped out of a Flintstone’s cartoon with all her big rock like purple plastic jewelry. That guy inspired me to want to wear tap shoes out. You know, to shop or go to the movies.
I hate facial piercings. They make me nervous. The girl who has is sooo cute. But I hate her piercings. I have a good feeling about her though. (Oh, and there it is. 19 minutes in and Simon had the grin and I am right back in love with him. It is out of control.)
Oh wow, the next guy considers himself a rocker? He looks like a nerd who dressed up in the manner he believes rockers dress. What is hanging out of his pocket? Cry baby. He believes this is going to change his life “tremensly”. Yes, that’s what he said. He has tattoos. He must have wept while getting those. I bet they hurt tremensly. Oh else they were applied with Sharpie. And Simon called him a dramar queen. (I love the British accent). Oh, and later in the program they show him using the thing dangling from his pocket as a prop for his air guitar.
The guy who almost passed out could play the brother of Gollum from “Lord of the Rings”. My precious.
I don’t get people who go and wait for days to just go in front of the judges and look mentally unstable.
Stevie Wright is cute, too. I bet she makes it through to the top 12 or whatever the final group is.
Bikini clad girl... Honestly, if I had her body, I would go everywhere in a bikini.
Is it me or is everyone singing through their noses again? I hate nasally singers. These guys sound seriously whiny. A what is with the new trend of breaking notes? I feel like they can’t hold the note. It does not sound catchy with the cracks. It’s yucky. Stop it. Between this and the vocal acrobatics that they can’t quite manage, I am going quite deaf.
Oh, the show is starting. I liked their opening sequence that reminds us of why we watch this show. Weirdos, genuinely talented people, Paula and Simon, oh and weirdos. I mean seriously. That is why we watch the auditions, right? Now we have a new judge. I wonder how the two girls will get along?
I wonder how long before my love for Simon is reignited.
First up is an asian-fro. I am very glad to see the fro making a new appearance. I want to touch his hair. Well, not really. It looks square. I bet Simon’s hair would look like that if he grew it out. Paula looks like she stepped out of a Flintstone’s cartoon with all her big rock like purple plastic jewelry. That guy inspired me to want to wear tap shoes out. You know, to shop or go to the movies.
I hate facial piercings. They make me nervous. The girl who has is sooo cute. But I hate her piercings. I have a good feeling about her though. (Oh, and there it is. 19 minutes in and Simon had the grin and I am right back in love with him. It is out of control.)
Oh wow, the next guy considers himself a rocker? He looks like a nerd who dressed up in the manner he believes rockers dress. What is hanging out of his pocket? Cry baby. He believes this is going to change his life “tremensly”. Yes, that’s what he said. He has tattoos. He must have wept while getting those. I bet they hurt tremensly. Oh else they were applied with Sharpie. And Simon called him a dramar queen. (I love the British accent). Oh, and later in the program they show him using the thing dangling from his pocket as a prop for his air guitar.
The guy who almost passed out could play the brother of Gollum from “Lord of the Rings”. My precious.
I don’t get people who go and wait for days to just go in front of the judges and look mentally unstable.
Stevie Wright is cute, too. I bet she makes it through to the top 12 or whatever the final group is.
Bikini clad girl... Honestly, if I had her body, I would go everywhere in a bikini.
Is it me or is everyone singing through their noses again? I hate nasally singers. These guys sound seriously whiny. A what is with the new trend of breaking notes? I feel like they can’t hold the note. It does not sound catchy with the cracks. It’s yucky. Stop it. Between this and the vocal acrobatics that they can’t quite manage, I am going quite deaf.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
HarHumphrey
Jen won't watch it anymore. Apparently, it did not make the grade of watchable television for the busy busy girl. I, however, love Gossip Girl. I love it. I love the chemistry between Blaire and Chuck; Serena and the boy from Brooklyn whose name I suddenly can't remember, but seriously, how important is he? It's his dad I notice. Is that shameful? No, because I am 35 and I should be looking above the high school aged boys.
Oh, it frustrates me to see these kids drinking. Especially when I think about the puritan I was in high school. (Whaaa? You wanna do more than make out? You are outta here, fella. by the way, Eric Hemeon, if you happen to read this, I totally thought you were awesome and if you read this, contact me....)
In any case, I am feeling old. I like the DAD! What the he... Am I even allowed to watch this show anymore? No, this is not much of a show review, but what have you 3 readers come to expect of me? (One of those reader is me, and I have learned not to expect much. Sigh)
G'night kids. I am sleepy. Probably going to dream about how I was not attending balls and drinking martinis at age 17. Well, I am not even doing that now.
Oh, it frustrates me to see these kids drinking. Especially when I think about the puritan I was in high school. (Whaaa? You wanna do more than make out? You are outta here, fella. by the way, Eric Hemeon, if you happen to read this, I totally thought you were awesome and if you read this, contact me....)
In any case, I am feeling old. I like the DAD! What the he... Am I even allowed to watch this show anymore? No, this is not much of a show review, but what have you 3 readers come to expect of me? (One of those reader is me, and I have learned not to expect much. Sigh)
G'night kids. I am sleepy. Probably going to dream about how I was not attending balls and drinking martinis at age 17. Well, I am not even doing that now.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
American Nasal Awards
I am watching the American Music Awards. Decided to live-post because I really wanted to expound on my dislike for Jamie Foxx. But now I am watching the Old Guys on the Block. This group actually looks like a cover band that is there to mock them. I was never a fan, so I am not sure, but have they always sung through their noses? Gosh, they may be the worst singers ever. Sort of the offspring of Aaron Neville. These medleys…. They are seemingly never-ending. Where did they find the fat hookers to dance with them?
There are two guys in the front row that are not enthralled by being at this award show. And I wonder how much time will go by before Kanye beats Jimmy Kimmel up. Scott Weiland is still alive? Good for him! Ooh, he is sounding a bit like the really old guy from the Stones. And as he introduces P!nk (my favorite), he states that she is performing sober. Interesting. Drugs are bad, boys and girls. P!nk looks pretty, even though her dress has a built in muff. Is she worried she may be cold? Oh, Weiland said that she was performing the song “Sober”. Still he had to get the irony that he introduced this, right? Well, I suppose we should be glad he gets anything. I think the Celebrity Death Pool had him going fairly soon.
Nice eyeliner, David Cook. My audio is off, or else Taylor Swift is doing a seriously bad job lip synching. I think she is lip synching. Dude, she is just sitting there and she needs to fake it? How bad is her voice without the studio? Is she the new Ashlee Simpson (congrats on the baby with the dumb name!). The Rascal Flatts guys hardly applauded. She is one of theirs. Shameful.
Jimmy Kimmel looks bloated. But Chad Kroger looks better since he straightened his poodle hair. Jay-Z has never won an American Music Award? He streak is not over. Jimmy, RUN! Kanye’s comin’ to gitcha.
Leona Lewis sings through her nose, too. (Though how could she not. Look at it. Yes, I am mean. So what?) Shall I redub this the American Nasal Awards? You know, the people are getting wild applause but when the camera cuts to audience reactions, they look pretty darn bored.
Oh, Miley. Maybe I am old, but her staging freaks me out. She’s sixteen today. Still a bit short of legality towards her boyfriend, but closer to her next career as a stripper, based on her choreography. Oh, Miley.
The thing on Alicia Keys forehead is too easy a target and thusly I am leaving it alone. They are honoring Mariah? Oh, for the whole #1 thing. Cool. But can anyone tell me why she is crazy? Is it the norm for women with pipes like that to go crazy? (Think Whitney).
Dude, Rihanna, quit taking your sweet ass time getting to the stage. You are like the pedestrians that crawl across the street, just begging me to hit them with my car. Though, that Chris kid is a keeper. He took her purse for her so she could slowly saunter to the stage. Nice boy.
Lil Wayne is some serious creepy! Kanye is so much cuter when he smiles. Why does he keep trying to keep the smile off his face? Is he fishing for street cred by looking so non-smiley? He is a gazillionaire. There’s your street cred, dude.
I wonder if I would have loved the Jonas Brothers if I were 13. I don’t think my niece is into them. Is Joe the non-curly haired one? Run, boys! “The Dream” wants to strangle you. Why would you say that on an award show about a bunch of little boys? Oh, here comes Beyonce. I hope that means Justin Timberlake will be donning a leotard to back her up again. Beyonce dances the way that Elizabeth Berkley moved in Showgirls. Kind of like a seizure/electrocution. I am starting to think I should have watched “24” instead of this. Yeah, I should have. They just followed the Jonas Brothers up with the Pussy Cat Dolls. My personal Hell. Is that Miley Cyrus up there with them? Just kidding. Damn that girl is bendy.
Aw, Annie Lennox. Did she ever have a thing with that floppy haired blond guy in her band? I love her. Hey she talked about him. But I guess it was never a thing.
Is it just me, or could Natasha Bedingfield be Chelsea Handler’s sister? Okay, I was ready to write this whole show off, and then they pull out Sarah McLachlan and is that Pink with her? Yay. I love both. Especially Sarah. Yes I am come from the Lilith Fair generation. Rock on, my sisters! (Sarah is on the show because she is releasing a greatest hits album. Not to be nitpicky, but haven’t most of her last couple of cd’s been compilations of previously released songs? Is motherhood sapping the creativity from her? Oh whatever. I am such a sucker for her, I will probably buy it.) Congrats on your second daughter, Sarah.
Oh, Queen Latifah! I love her too. And Alicia Keys looks a bit like my friend’s daughter Hannah. That was a good song to end it on. But generally, that show was a waste of time. (I am apparently woefully out of the loop in popular music tastes. Crap. It was hard enough tuning to Classic Rock and finding songs from High School on there. I am only 35! Jeepers!!!)
There are two guys in the front row that are not enthralled by being at this award show. And I wonder how much time will go by before Kanye beats Jimmy Kimmel up. Scott Weiland is still alive? Good for him! Ooh, he is sounding a bit like the really old guy from the Stones. And as he introduces P!nk (my favorite), he states that she is performing sober. Interesting. Drugs are bad, boys and girls. P!nk looks pretty, even though her dress has a built in muff. Is she worried she may be cold? Oh, Weiland said that she was performing the song “Sober”. Still he had to get the irony that he introduced this, right? Well, I suppose we should be glad he gets anything. I think the Celebrity Death Pool had him going fairly soon.
Nice eyeliner, David Cook. My audio is off, or else Taylor Swift is doing a seriously bad job lip synching. I think she is lip synching. Dude, she is just sitting there and she needs to fake it? How bad is her voice without the studio? Is she the new Ashlee Simpson (congrats on the baby with the dumb name!). The Rascal Flatts guys hardly applauded. She is one of theirs. Shameful.
Jimmy Kimmel looks bloated. But Chad Kroger looks better since he straightened his poodle hair. Jay-Z has never won an American Music Award? He streak is not over. Jimmy, RUN! Kanye’s comin’ to gitcha.
Leona Lewis sings through her nose, too. (Though how could she not. Look at it. Yes, I am mean. So what?) Shall I redub this the American Nasal Awards? You know, the people are getting wild applause but when the camera cuts to audience reactions, they look pretty darn bored.
Oh, Miley. Maybe I am old, but her staging freaks me out. She’s sixteen today. Still a bit short of legality towards her boyfriend, but closer to her next career as a stripper, based on her choreography. Oh, Miley.
The thing on Alicia Keys forehead is too easy a target and thusly I am leaving it alone. They are honoring Mariah? Oh, for the whole #1 thing. Cool. But can anyone tell me why she is crazy? Is it the norm for women with pipes like that to go crazy? (Think Whitney).
Dude, Rihanna, quit taking your sweet ass time getting to the stage. You are like the pedestrians that crawl across the street, just begging me to hit them with my car. Though, that Chris kid is a keeper. He took her purse for her so she could slowly saunter to the stage. Nice boy.
Lil Wayne is some serious creepy! Kanye is so much cuter when he smiles. Why does he keep trying to keep the smile off his face? Is he fishing for street cred by looking so non-smiley? He is a gazillionaire. There’s your street cred, dude.
I wonder if I would have loved the Jonas Brothers if I were 13. I don’t think my niece is into them. Is Joe the non-curly haired one? Run, boys! “The Dream” wants to strangle you. Why would you say that on an award show about a bunch of little boys? Oh, here comes Beyonce. I hope that means Justin Timberlake will be donning a leotard to back her up again. Beyonce dances the way that Elizabeth Berkley moved in Showgirls. Kind of like a seizure/electrocution. I am starting to think I should have watched “24” instead of this. Yeah, I should have. They just followed the Jonas Brothers up with the Pussy Cat Dolls. My personal Hell. Is that Miley Cyrus up there with them? Just kidding. Damn that girl is bendy.
Aw, Annie Lennox. Did she ever have a thing with that floppy haired blond guy in her band? I love her. Hey she talked about him. But I guess it was never a thing.
Is it just me, or could Natasha Bedingfield be Chelsea Handler’s sister? Okay, I was ready to write this whole show off, and then they pull out Sarah McLachlan and is that Pink with her? Yay. I love both. Especially Sarah. Yes I am come from the Lilith Fair generation. Rock on, my sisters! (Sarah is on the show because she is releasing a greatest hits album. Not to be nitpicky, but haven’t most of her last couple of cd’s been compilations of previously released songs? Is motherhood sapping the creativity from her? Oh whatever. I am such a sucker for her, I will probably buy it.) Congrats on your second daughter, Sarah.
Oh, Queen Latifah! I love her too. And Alicia Keys looks a bit like my friend’s daughter Hannah. That was a good song to end it on. But generally, that show was a waste of time. (I am apparently woefully out of the loop in popular music tastes. Crap. It was hard enough tuning to Classic Rock and finding songs from High School on there. I am only 35! Jeepers!!!)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
My trip to LA was not like this at all.
Oh man, I had the most wicked crush on David Duchovny when he was on the X-Files. My ex bore a slight resemblance to him, even. Hmm. That's a little disturbing. I have a crush on Jensen Ackles from Supernatural now. Wonder if that means I am going to find someone that resembles him. That would not be too shabby because he sure is purty. (If you look like him, email me:)
I have been watching Californication and lo and behold, the crush remains. My crushes seem to lie dormant when the one in question is not in sight. Much like my crush on Simon Cowell that fades away between seasons and then flares up like a cold sore at the premiere of American Idol.
This show, Californication, blows me away (forgive the terminology). The things they do! The nakedness they display, not only in body but also in their acting. I don't think I could run around so confidently naked in front of the cast/crew and every person that will watch the show including parents and possible future dates (not to mention nieces/children/friends). Still, it is remarkably believable and interesting. The show is not even really about sex, but rather the connections/issues/ties, etc. that it seems to bring. I love that one of the main characters never is naked (Natascha McElhone). I don't know how to feel now that I have seen Paula Marshall's boobies and one of my favorite actresses (Judy Greer) as a happy prostitute. Big departure from her role as Becky Freeley in Miss Guided.
The cheating makes me crazy in a Fatal Instinct kind of way. I would frickin' lose my mind if I were treated the way some of these characters are treated. The general lack of faithfulness (that is an extremely strong word for what I am trying to say here because there is very little attempt at even coming close to faithfulness) is really frustrating to me. I can't stand the fact many of the characters seem to have not even an inkling of remorse while cheating on each other.
Still, Hank Moody actually tries to be true to his lady, though he is quick to throw in the towel when they are not considering themselves a couple.
This show could be labeled as a gigantic misogynistic portrayal of Hollywood. But I actually believe that this is a pretty darn honest show and it is presented with a lot of heart. Finally an intelligent show that has made it to two seasons! Yay.
I have been watching Californication and lo and behold, the crush remains. My crushes seem to lie dormant when the one in question is not in sight. Much like my crush on Simon Cowell that fades away between seasons and then flares up like a cold sore at the premiere of American Idol.
This show, Californication, blows me away (forgive the terminology). The things they do! The nakedness they display, not only in body but also in their acting. I don't think I could run around so confidently naked in front of the cast/crew and every person that will watch the show including parents and possible future dates (not to mention nieces/children/friends). Still, it is remarkably believable and interesting. The show is not even really about sex, but rather the connections/issues/ties, etc. that it seems to bring. I love that one of the main characters never is naked (Natascha McElhone). I don't know how to feel now that I have seen Paula Marshall's boobies and one of my favorite actresses (Judy Greer) as a happy prostitute. Big departure from her role as Becky Freeley in Miss Guided.
The cheating makes me crazy in a Fatal Instinct kind of way. I would frickin' lose my mind if I were treated the way some of these characters are treated. The general lack of faithfulness (that is an extremely strong word for what I am trying to say here because there is very little attempt at even coming close to faithfulness) is really frustrating to me. I can't stand the fact many of the characters seem to have not even an inkling of remorse while cheating on each other.
Still, Hank Moody actually tries to be true to his lady, though he is quick to throw in the towel when they are not considering themselves a couple.
This show could be labeled as a gigantic misogynistic portrayal of Hollywood. But I actually believe that this is a pretty darn honest show and it is presented with a lot of heart. Finally an intelligent show that has made it to two seasons! Yay.
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