The Emmy’s Rocked

I love TV, but I don’t love awards shows. They rarely keep my interest. I typically record them and fast forward until I see someone/something interesting or go back the next day when I read about the highlights. But last night was different.

I was almost glued to the TV.  (almost) It was hilarious.  I loved all of Jimmy Fallon’s jokes. (like when he said Tom Selleck was his real dad!!!!)  Loved the random singing with celebrities in the audience.  Medley for shows that ended this year was cute (what was up with pouring out the 40 though?)  The jokes they made about people as they approached the stage cracked me up.  They worked hard to keep it on time, which I really respect. (Being on time requires effort and I always appreciate it!) Ricky Gervais is a very funny man.  Loved it when they showed on the screen “George Clooney in 15 minutes”.  They might have been doing that all night, but that coincidentally is the only one I saw and I assure you, I did not move.

Temple Grandin and Claire Danes

AND and on top of my personal amusement, many of my favs took home awards. Temple Grandin was a great movie and seeing Temple there was awesome. Find it on HBO and watch it.  You will not want to, but trust me, it is good for your heart and more entertaining that you think it will be. Claire Danes is so classy. Loved her since My So Called Life (of course.)

Archie Panjabi – The Good Wife

Modern Family, Dexter, Jane Lynch, NPH, Mad Men. Archie is an unexpected name for a character named Kalinda, but any woman who wears all boots all the time, is cool with me.  Not a huge fan of The Closer but respect Kyra. Hmmm. Is it possible that all of the female winners over 40 might have been Botox/Plastic surgery free, and beautiful? (talking about Kyra and the Closer reminds me of how much I miss Saving Grace, sigh).  You Don’t Know Jack is on my TiVo.  I have tried Breaking Bad but did not love it. Maybe that will be one I try again in the retirement home…along with Nurse Jackie I guess.

So why do I watch the Bachelor Pad and not all of the Emmy winning shows? One of life’s mysteries I guess.

For the record, I started getting a cold last night which might be why I found the Emmy’s so riveting and may also explain why I created this random, stream of conscious, blog entry. And will definitely be my excuse when I go over my 10 hours this week….

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Dexter Season 4. Better Late than Never.

I don’t have Showtime.   It’s kind of like an alcoholic not keeping alcohol in the house.  Yes, I have cable, and a TiVo, and HBO so I guess that is like an alcoholic having beer in the house and not hard alcohol, but it’s a start.  I digress.  Because I don’t have Showtime, I am just now catching up on Dexter: Season 4.  I know what happens at the end of the season.  (A spoiler like that can’t be kept this long from someone who reads EW and TV Squad blogs religiously.)  So I am finally digging in to what I have heard, is the best season yet.

My thoughts so far (through episode 5 where Trinity kills the “older man” who used to be a kid on Little House on the Prairie.)  Love the relationship between Laguerta and Batista.  Yea, there are a lot of office romances at Miami Metro but  I hope this one lasts and neither of them die.  I like them both.  I was totally thinking anyone who chose Lundy over Anton deserved to get shot, until Debra had that amazing scene where she completely lost in the parking lot and I was in tears.  I felt so bad for her.   That was the one time I was reminded that they are really married, not brother and sister, because I was thinking his character is socially inept and of course would not rush to hug her but as her husband, it must have been so hard not too..eventually he did, thank god.  That scene was amazing.  I am wondering if Deb will move in with the kill tools and blood samples or if  Dexter will give up  his apartment.  Trinity is super creepy.  I had a dream about him and it was creepy.  I hope that doesn’t happen again.  And I am glad Dexter seems to finally be getting more sleep.  That was exhausting to watch.

My plan is to finish the season next weekend.  I will let you know what I think.  Off to watch the Emmy’s…

The Dippy Bird Makes an Appearance

I had a busy week at work and no time to formulate a good blog post.   Reality shows were about all I could handle after my long work days, except the one night when I found myself choosing to watch an old episode of Medium after a few glasses of wine.  The episode from last season where she dreams about the pig was fascinating with a few drinks under my belt.  Anyway, last night, I was recovering from my hangover and a random event occurred that tied my real life to television (happens to me all the time, actually).

A while back, in a meeting,  I noticed the profile of a colleague that looked kind of like this:

I thought to myself, who does he remind me of?  Woody Woodpecker came to mind, but I knew that was not quite it.  Then I remembered this toy my dad used to have on his desk.  A bird with  hat that used to teeter over and dip its beak in to a glass of water.  That was it!  This guy reminded me of the Dippy Bird!!!  This realization was too weird to share with my newish work friends and no one outside of work knows the work guy (and most are too young to remember the dippy bird),  so I have been living with this in silence, until now.  Last night, I was catching up on Mad Men and THERE IS WAS!!!  THE DIPPY BIRD ON MAD MEN!!!  I was so excited.  Here it is?  See the resemblance?

I wish I could post a picture of the real guy…

Squeezed in Some “Secret Life” Today

Secret Life Cast

I tried to keep the TV off today (so I could get my bonus/huge sense of accomplishment), but my monkey brain wanted something to entertain itself in the background while I was paying bills & reading emails and I was curious to know what the kids on the “Secret Life of the American Teenager” were up to.   It’s such a strange little show on AMC Family.  The general themes are teenage pregnancy, teenage sex,  relationships of teenagers with each other and with their parents.  It is all wrapped up in a”Disney” type,  politically correct/liberal family show with some very corny comedy mixed in.  Everyone (teenagers and adults) are wiser and more open than anyone on planet earth.   They do stupid stuff , but they also seem to know why they are doing it and how to fix it and then they all analyze it and talk about it excessively.  I think the point is to show parents and kids talking about sex and their relationships like it is no big deal so real life people will start talking more and stop making stupid mistakes….but those girls do keep getting pregnant.  The characters really are more endearing than I have suggested, which is why they are in my TV family, but it has been relegated to a Tier 2 show.  So I don’t get my bonus this week but I did get to “half watch” Amy and her friends go to some bar in NYC called Pajamas (in their Pajamas and it looked more like a Disney set than a bar), Ricky sleep with some random teenager (we don’t see the sex, just a little bit of kissing in bed.  The rest is implied) and then text a picture of his baby to his baby mother who was at the bar called Pajamas, and Grace’s new guy try to get in to her pants by suggesting a “dance your pants off party”.  (Side note, Grace’s mom – not shown above – always looks quite stylish).

Keeping It Real

I did take a break from my TiVo for a couple of nights this week and stepped out on the town.

On Thursday night, the original plan was to attend a mixer where I knew no one.  I was of course dreading that, so when the option of attending a work happy hour presented itself, I quickly jumped on that band wagon.  It was still semi- adventurous of me, since I don’t know very many people in my office and had no idea if I would know anyone there.  There were a couple of people there I knew and I met some new peeps.  No fast and furious friends, but it was mildly entertaining.  Nothing like the nights at the Galaxy in Ocean City with my PWC peeps or Coast/Map Room outings with the Fab Four in Chicago, but those are hard nights to live up to (trust me..good times.) I stayed too long, had more drinks than I should have for a “not so fun night”, and regretted it the next day. I did feel a sense of accomplishment for being out and about and meeting new people and I may have networked my way in to some free US Open tickets.  Overall, probably more productive than watching Big Brother.

Fantasy FB Draft Baggie

Friday night was much more fun.  After a quick nap after work, I threw on a hipster outfit and headed to Williamsburg with my friend LL  (who generally frequents Williamsburg when his wife is away or has other plans because she is not fan of the boroughs.)  We met up another friend of his for dinner, MG.  MG was  gracious enough to draw names out of a baggie I brought with me to help us pick our fantasy football draft order of dinner.  We barely escaped a moral dilemma when we were not sure the draft order successfully saved on my phone and thought we might have to redo it.  I am just now making the connection that LL then “accidentally” spilled hot candle wax all over my  Iphone (clearly in an attempt to create a technical malfunction and get a better draft pick), but one of the  restaurant employees quickly came to the rescue and instructed us that a Metrocard could be used to scrape off the wax.  (Apparently, this happens to the hipsters all the time.)   The Iphone was fully de-waxed, and it turned out that the draft order was successfully saved and emailed and we continued on with our evening and kept our horrible picks. (I am 12th which means I have back to back picks in our snake draft.  I might have a heart attack during the draft.)

We then ventured on to a beer hall and had fascinating conversations about books, blogs, social climbers, double dates, ambition, TV (of course!), running, beards, and other various topics.   It was a fun night with lots of laughing and interesting conversation.   The title of this blog post was inspired by LLs theme for the night which was “keeping it real”, and we did!  I was definitely a little buzzed on the way home because I remember commenting on the subway that “there are so many people”.   My mind was blown that the subway car was full of people that I had probably never seen before and will probably never see again and that that happens to me every day.  I likely see repeats more often then I realize, but there are a lot of people in NYC.  Deep thoughts on the L train.

So those were my non TV adventures this week.  Aren’t you excited you popped in to read them?

If Charlie Brown Drank Iced Lattes…..

I was supposed to go to the office today, but I woke up a tad late, remembered that I have a 7:30am crack of dawn con call and decided to bag the office and work from home.  I REALLY wanted a Starbucks Iced Triple Grande Whole Milk Latte (my signature summer drink) so I threw on some clothes and headed to Starbucks pre meeting.  I get there and they tell me they have no ice.  No ice!  In August in NYC?  I start to leave and then realize ice is a commodity that I actually own so all I need are the milk and espresso and I can add the ice myself.  (No, I did not get a discount, just some really weird looks).  I get home 5 minutes before the crack of dawn con call, add the ice and notice right away that they gave me 2% or possibly even worse, skim milk.  These variations are NOT part of the signature drink and I am not flexible on this.  When I am at Starbucks, I can use my “iced latte super powers of detection” to notice, in an instant (when the drink is fully assembled) when they give me 2% or skim and immediately refuse it and get another.  Today, because of the ice issue and the 7:30am crack of dawn call, I was screwed.

What the bejesus does this have to do with Charlie Brown?  When I posted this little gem (in much shorter form) in response to a Facebook status update about my Iced Late today, my friend said I sometimes remind her of Charlie Brown.  This was directionally correct and it cracked me up.  As  did this excerpt from Wikipedia:  “Charlie Brown is a lovable loser, a child possessed of endless determination and hope, but who is ultimately dominated by his insecurities and a “permanent case of bad luck”……He also has a sense of reality about him, usually making comments of sad realization to the sarcastic jibes or using quick-witted remarks to point out the often ridiculous actions and bad luck he often has”.  Kind of me… although I have had much good luck in my life and am blessed in many ways, I am a glass half full kinda person.  I also sometimes refer to myself as Chicken Little, which is even more appropriate.

So that was my adventure of the day and I have thoroughly impressed myself with my ability to turn this in to a blog post…

Rubicon: I want to like it but…

I really want to like Rubicon, but so far I am mostly bored or confused.  Maybe it is all over my head…

My thoughts after episode 3:  If you were going to leave a bunch of clues for someone to find because you thought you might be killed,  would you really be so elusive?  You are already dead.  “They Hide Out in Plain Sight”?  What is that?  A code that includes stuff that is totally irrelevant so you know you decoded it?  Is that a common code tactic?  I would have no idea but seemed like a stretch to me.   And who would take apart and entire motorcycle before noticing the seat is ripped and has a piece of tape over it?  Not someone who knows that bear recycle their waste when they hibernate!  Very confused by the odd relationship between the short creepy boss guy and the  wimpy office spy lady.  It seemed like she might hate him, but then she picked him to talk to about her scary ex-husband…that was just weird. I could go on..

My thoughts after Episode 4:   It is touted at the best episode yet, but I was mostly bored.  Is the point that espionage is boring and not that glamorous? That decisions about life & death are made over doughnuts with incomplete information (how many times did they say that?).   The briefcase thing seemed like it was trying to be funny, but it wasn’t.  Same with the MILF joke.   The Acela to DC does not leave from Grand Central.  I know Penn Station is ugly, but that was just wrong.

Some positive notes…The show is visually appealing.  This James Badge Dale guy (aka Will) is adorable.  Digging the FiDi location near the Seaport.  Still can’t figure out where Will lives…he appears to  walk home from work.  Must be Brooklyn somewhere.   Seems like the characters are starting to develop it is just so SLOW!!!!

I love the idea of it all..so I will hang in there but I my excitement is waning…