Wednesday, April 23, 2008

He'll keep calling, and calling ...

Why do people hit a button, such as an elevator button, that is lit up an obviously telling that it has already been pressed?

Why do people hit the cross walk button a million times, when one really does it because it is based on some sort of pressure thing?

Why do the people entering the breakroom and the restroom at work barrel in instead of let me out in a peaceful calm manner?

I'll tell you why. Because most people are too self-centered to realize that they are participating in life along with many others.

I'd love to pull these people aside when I see them, grab them by their collars, put them up against a wall and say, "Trust me when I tell you that you are not the only fuckhead traveling on the metro bus through downtown, or the only douchebag needing to get on the elevator ro cross the street. And though viewing your death because you were either too ignorant and arrogant to know better and crossed against the light would be highly entertaining, it will also be outstandingly stupid."

But I typically just roll my eyes, turn up the volume on my iPod and curse them as they move by in their bubble.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Does Marsellus Wallace look like a bitch?!!

Ian's having a sleep therapy session tonight. He'll sleep while wires attached to his forehead and chest, and up his nose. It's hot, oh yeah.

I keep joking with him that he'll come back with a large stitched wound on his forehead with a dull look in his eyes. I shouldn't say shi like that in all honesty, well I shouldn't say it as long as I do. I tend to start believing my own bullshit.

Speaking of bullshit, what's with people not waiting for the proper crosswalk sign to illuminate. I stand at the corner and watch pedesterian after pedesterian cross against the light, and sometimes mere feet from the actual crosswalk. I'm going to be a hypocrite for a second that I do think that crossing against the light is okay during real shit weather and a seedy corner, but other times not so much. The length of time between lights is not that long so it just confirms, yet again, how impatient people are. But is that really news?

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

What's more real then Reality TV?

I've been religiously watching The Biggest Loser this season. It's been about 4 months and there's still two women in the game. It's probably not likely that either one of them will win, but I'd love for a woman to win it. It takes women twice as long and they have to work twice as hard to lose weight so in all fairness they deserve to win more so then the another man.

I'd be thrilled to have a personal trainer like Jillian Michaels kicking my ass into healthy shape. That woman gets the job done, lemme tell ya! I checked out her website and I could join her website but I hate being committed like that. Yes I'm aware that's counter-productive to losing weight but I am who I am. And I'm not Popeye.

Another reality show I enjoy is Top Chef, though the current season is still strange to me and I can't sand any of them. I have come to realize that I like Tom Collichio a lot, and if the show's judges were only him and Anthony Bourdain I'd be happy.

When I was in San Francisco back in the beginning of February, I got my haircut by a charming gal at Karmalaspa. She told me that the show Shear Genius had put out a call to local hair stylists to apply to be on the next show. I was excited for her. I really liked that show. It had very nominal drama and everytime someone was voted off by the judges they were very pleasant about it followed by lots of hugging. So that will be fun to watch again.

Also another show I like to watch that is purported to be reality TV is Workout (hmmm, I get the feeling that besides the The Biggest Loser on NBC my shows live on Bravo). A new season finally starts next week and I'm thrilled! Last year a good friend and colleague died suddenly and Jackie still hadn't fired that assclown Brian. But the previews look juicy! So there's my drama fulfillment, otherwise keep it interesing and inpsiring, but keep the bitchin' to a minimum (probably why this past season of Project Runway was my favorite = hardly any drama at all).