Comcast has a commercial currently running on TV, for their new nation-wide calling package. They helpfully explain that they fit in all the states, including Puerto Rico and Canada.
Tag: TV
A Faux News Observation
As I mentioned, I am (probably) finished with physical therapy. Thank goodness! I don’t mind the sessions themselves. They’ve been educational and helpful. The waiting room, though, pisses me right the hell off. Even when I’m right on time, instead of 10-15 minutes early, I’ve had to wait, and every time, the television in the waiting room has been tuned to Fox News.
There are a lot of things in this world that I’ll more-or-less gracefully endure, but I’d rather Faux News weren’t one of them. While waiting for yesterday’s PT session, it struck me that the super-hyper banter between the talking heads reminded me a bit of listening to the Bob & Tom show (something I grew out of when I was, oh, 15-16 years old). When a supposed news show sounds like a morning radio show that relies heavily on toilet humor, that should be a clue that it’s time to turn the channel.
Mollie Sudgen
The rat bastard Death Ray got Mollie Sudgen today. The world will be a less colorful place without her.
This Is Not a Post About Michael Jackson
I’ve watched a too much bad television this weekend, and now I’m all cranky.
First, Bridezillas: The show is, frankly, horrifying, and not only because of the over-the-top, craptacular, childish behavior of the brides in question. In every episode I’ve seen, someone–or several someones–reminds the bride-to-be that this is “her day.” I’m sorry, but where I come from, it takes two people to get married. Has something changed? And worse, the “It’s your day,” crap is always said in a way that’s meant to excuse the bride’s horrible, abusive behavior.
Second, Raising Sextuplets: I don’t know if this one has started airing or not, but the promos piss me right the hell off. The voice-over introduces the mom, then the dad, then goes on to state that the mom is “raising sextuplets.” What the hell is the dad doing?! And really, after the Gosselin fiasco, do we need another reality show that pimps out people’s babies? I expect life is weird enough for kids from high-number multiple births, without taking away their privacy, on top of everything else.
Cheer-io-ios
My mom never bought junk cereal, so we always had stuff like Cheerios and Grape Nuts and Shredded Wheat. If we wanted junk cereal, we had to buy it ourselves.
One of my favorite food commercials from that time period is for Cheerios. I love the little yodeling stick figures.
Cheerios Animated Blackboard Stick Figure Commercial #1 (1978)
Cheerios Animated Blackboard Stick Figure Commercial #2 (1978)
It’s as cute as I remember it. And the packaging hasn’t changed, has it?
I don’t buy cereal very often, and when I do, it’s almost always Cheerios. With milk and a little sugar, it’s a tasty sweet treat. If you want something savory, it works for that, too. When I was a kid, we made buttered Cheerios. You drizzle melted butter over Cheerios, then toast them over medium-low heat until golden brown. We used a sauce pan, but a wok or even a skillet would work. I add a little soy sauce, worcestershire sauce, a little garlic and onion powder, and a pinch of ground celery seed to the butter. It ends up tasting like Chex mix. Mmmm. (I often add the same seasoning medley to my popcorn butter, too.)
Peace Lily
A coworker brought this plant in a couple of weeks ago. Her cubicle is starting to remind me of Hyacinth Bucket’s car in the episode when she hosts an Indoor Outdoor Luxury Barbecue and Finger Buffet.
More Lost
I can’t believe I was able to stay awake through the end of Lost. I was worried that I’d get tired half-way through and fall asleep, but the two-hour episode seemed to last about 20 minutes. (Kind of appropriate, given the subject matter.)
Anyway, I adores me some Hurley, now more than ever. I laughed out loud when he told Sayid, “Maybe if you ate more comfort food, you wouldn’t have to go around shooting people.” Yeah, what he said. And when Hurley was telling his mom what really happened, and you could see him begin to realize just how crazy it all sounded, but he kept going anyway. And his mom told him she believed him. Didn’t understand him, but believed him. That’s some damnfinegood teevee right there.
A lot happened in this episode, which is to be expected. I may have to watch it again online.
Alsotoo, because I was up so late, I’m dragging my ass this morning. I had to go get a caffeinated, carbonated beverage, and while I was in the lounge, I got a couple photos of another beautiful sunrise. Not as crazy as yesterday’s, but very pretty.
Next Week
The new season of Lost starts next Wednesday. There’s a recap show on tonight, with the fourth season finale following it. Eeep!
The other exciting event happening next week, obviously, will be finally saying goodbye to Bush and his merry henchmen. Just one day after celebrating the life of Martin Luther King, Jr., we’ll be inaugurating our first person of color to the country’s highest office. That’s pretty damned awesome.
It Must Be Monday…
…because the blowers just died and the forecast is calling for icy DQQM. The latter isn’t supposed to start until tomorrow night, but still, it’s kind of ruining my day.
On the bright side, today’s holiday luncheon has been either called off or postponed, onna counta icy sidewalks.
Oh, and while I’m complaining, Sugar did not win Survivor. I’m disappointed. I liked Bob, and am happy that he beat Susie (WTF? How did she get three votes?!), but I was really pulling for Sugar.
Fancy Socks!
The maintenance guy got here at about 9:30 this morning. Have you ever seen the episode of Keeping Up Appearances where Hyacinth and Richard are shopping for a country cottage? And they can’t understand a word that the local guy says? I’m usually pretty good with accents, especially home-grown ones, but this guy’s was impenetrable.
red paper boat 