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It’s 30 minutes until Survivor starts, and I’m already cranky as hell thinking about having to watch Boston Rob and Russell yet AGAIN. Enough already with Mr. Smarmy and Mr. Asshole! Rob needs to find another job besides being the world’s most repulsive reality show contestant. And if I have to sit through another season of watching to Russell whine and cry about how he deserved to win, I might have to poke out my eyes with sporks. The guy lost twice, which is a pretty good indication that he did not, in fact, deserve to win.
I called Comcast recently to unsubscribe from Showtime and to upgrade my base package from limited basic to expanded basic (or whatever they’re called now). I missed National Geographic and the Science channel. So tonight, I was sitting on the couch, flipping through the on-screen guide, and I’ll be damned if there’s not a Mormon channel. I don’t know why that strikes me as funny, but it does. It’s right next to the Catholic channel. Only, it has more interesting programming than the Catholic channel–quilting and genealogy and whatnot. There’s also an art channel. Who knew?! So I watched a program this afternoon on Manet’s Le déjeuner sur l’herbe.
Vacation is almost over, and I’m still not feeling motivated to do anything useful.
The peppers are even farther behind than the tomatoes, but they’re finally starting to bloom.
While I was working on collages, I had the TV on for background noise. Bravo is running some sort of Real Housewives of New Jersey marathon today, and holy crap! Talk about a hot mess! They’re all mean and hateful, but that Caroline takes the freaking cake. She’s a nasty bully, and it’s repulsive. And now, dammit, I can’t look away!
I’m wondering where all that snow we were supposed to get went. It seems to have turned into a mostly rain event, though we are starting to get a little bit of snow build-up, now that it’s dark and the temperature has dropped. Somehow I doubt that we’re going to get anywhere near the 14 inches that people at work were talking about yesterday. That just doesn’t happen here. A lot of people must have thought it would, because when I went to the grocery store this morning, there were entire shelves picked clean. That could be as much due to the Super Bow(e)l as the weather, though.
Sesame Street, “Loaf of Bread, a container of milk, and a stick of butter”
This wasn’t taken today, but it’s pretty much how Harriet spent the afternoon. She does not approve of rain, sleet, or snow. I love the way her ear is propped up by the couch.
I suddenly decided, at about 1am, that the fridge needed to be thoroughly cleaned. I have no idea what possessed me. Now I have a bunch of yucky food containers to wash. I also have bleachy spots on my kitchen rug, because I was too lazy to move it out of the way while I was washing out the fridge. Oopsie!
Before cleaning out the fridge yesterday, I tried to make roasted vegetables, since I had stuff I needed to use up (wrinkly potatoes and very tired carrots). Tried, I say, because my oven died. Again. This is what, the 4th or 5th time? I ended up dumping my half-roasted veggies into a crock pot, which was not at all what I wanted to do. I re-seasoned them and added some veggie broth, so now it’s soup. Or stew, or something like that. Whatever it is, it’s not roasted vegetables.
So now I have to decide if I should call the maintenance guys tomorrow and miss most of a day of work, babysitting them, or if I should wait until Friday, when I’m already off work. Waiting does not sound like fun, because as soon as you cannot bake anything, baked food is all you want to cook. On the other hand, I’d rather not miss work tomorrow.
And a total non sequitur: I can hear the wind blowing crunchy leaves around. I love fall.
And another one: I am kind of irritated that Criminal Minds is not available through On Demand. Nor is it available on the CBS website or Hulu. If you miss an episode, because your DVR is smoking crack, you are SOL. Thankfully, ION and A&E have been showing re-runs of the show, and I’ve managed to catch a few I’d missed.
(That pizza cutter? Came out of the dishwasher looking like that. It’s clean, but covered with water spots and dark, tarnished areas, from where tomato sauce sat on the blade. Time to buy a new box of Jet Dry.)
Just when I didn’t think I could loathe Lance any more, he surprises me. Last place is too good for him. During the “take apart two VCRs” challenge, he started using his bare hands, instead of a screw driver. He made some sort of ubermacho comment that that’s how men do things. No, that’s how meatheads do things, ya’ big asstrumpet. I was really hoping his team would be eliminated this time, if for no other reason than that they spent the whole time screaming at each other. Maybe next week?
And what the hell is wrong with Maria? During the park challenge, each team had to choose a concrete animal, put it on a dolly, and pull/push it through the park. Maybe it was just crafty editing, but every shot of Maria and Tiffany showed Tiffany pushing or pulling the dolly by herself while Maria pulled her rolly suitcase along. She did nothing to help her teammate. And then, during one of the interviews, Tiffany commented that the park challenge was really difficult, because they were an all-girl team. Um, no, that challenge was difficult because you were doing all the work yourself.
I’m still really liking Zev and Justin and the Harlem Globetrotter team.
This is freaking brilliant. It does a pretty good job of underscoring everything that’s wrong with the Twilight storyline. I mean, what girl really needs her very own, personal, control freak stalker?
Big Brother rant ahoy!
Background for those who haven’t seen the show: A bunch of strangers are locked-down in a house, and they have to vote out one person each week. The last one standing wins. This week, Chima was Head of Household, so she nominated two people for eviction. Jeff was given the power to nullify those nominations and put up two people of his choosing. Chima got pissed off. Yes, I can understand being disappointed that your nominations weren’t going to stand, but if the tables were turned, she would have done the same thing as Jeff. It would have made no sense for Jeff not to use the power given to him. Not using it would have likely resulted in him being voted out of the house the following week, because Chima’s alliance was too large and strong. So Jeff did the smart thing and replaced Chima’s nominations with two people from Chima’s alliance. This resulted in St. Jesse the Bully being evicted. Good riddance!
Better than Jesse getting booted, though, was the wake that Jesse’s alliance threw for him after he left. As if the guy died! I laughed so hard that I gave myself asthma.
That is some damnfinegood television! They’re mourning a total douchebag and bully, someone who tried to stab all of them in the back at different times. I’m not sure which part is best.
- The weeping
- Chima saying “If it wouldn’t have been for [Jesse] I wouldn’t be here” (conveniently forgetting for a moment that Jesse put her up for eviction)
- Kevin’s eye rolling at the women’s pityfest
- The comment that “He was so grateful for being here”
- The comment that Jesse had “such a good spirit”
- The comment that he never said anything bad about anyone in the game
- The talk about how Jesse prayed for everyone all the time
And just let me say that Jordan seems about as sweet as can be. She reminds me of a friend from college who would be the first to admit that she is not the sharpest knife in the drawer. In other ways, though, she’s brilliant, especially in her ability to read people. Funny as hell, too.
And o gross! I nearly choked when Lydia called Jesse “Mr. Pectacular.” That’s just wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrongity-wrong, wrong, wrong.
In honor of Andy’s birthday.