Monday, December 22, 2008
I've been told to update this blog by a friend who needs things to read, so that's what I'm going to do right now. Do I have much to say? Nope. Am I going to look for funny things to write about? Yep. Am I busy as all heck this week because of the holiday? You betcha. Am I going to order food when I get home? Heck yeah. Did I just eat a green apple? It's in my belly.
Anyway, so it's the Monday before Christmas, which means Friday's Weekend section can be expected to have tons of year-end roundups. It's going to be a good read. You'll learn about my top 20 albums of the year, Joe Amarante's 10 favorite television shows of the past 12 months, and, of course, Todd Lyon's favorite new area restaurants. Good times will be had by all.
What else? Well, I'm a little depressed by the very real prospect of the Patriots finishing 11-5 and still not making the playoffs. I understand teams can't make the playoffs every year, but after this season of injuries and bad luck, if the Pats still win 11 games, they should be in the postseason. Go Brett Favre.
Is it wrong that I'm jealous of Jeremy Piven? Not for any success or something, but because he ate enough sushi over such a long period of time that he got mercury poisoning. I want to eat that much sushi.
"Yes Man" and Jim Carrey debuted at No. 1 at the box office this weekend, but that $18 million haul doesn't look so good. Blame all the snow that white-washed a lot of the country?
I've come to a conclusion today: Former Giant cornerback Jason Sehorn is far better at impregnating his wife than he was at playing football. Yep. Remember when Angie Harmon was on "Law & Order"?
Maybe the courts aren't pressing charges on Brad Garrett for assaulting a cameraman, but can we please sue him for not being funny, yet still trying over and over? I mean, he abuses me every time he opens that big mouth of his. Make it stop. Please make it stop.
Please, please, please let Sylvester Stallone star in the remake of "Judge Dredd." That movie was so dreadful, so ridiculous that it actually could be considered good.
You know, lots of people find Carmen Electra attractive. That's not a surprise. And, heck, I do too, but what does it say about someone when after she marries her newest fiance, the actress/model will have been hitched to Dennis Rodman, Dave Navarro and a Korn guitarist. I mean, two awful musicians and The Worm.
Here's Pitchfork's take on "Christmas on Mars." Please watch the movie and listen to the soundtrack. Both are great. I suggest drinking alcohol before the movie. Lots of it.
You want to play a fun little game? Well, go (caps for emphasis) ... NAME THAT MUSTACHE!
U2 will release its latest sure-to-fawned-over opus March 3. Yawn.
The Village Voice has published its worst lyrics of the year. Man these are hysterical. Warning, though, some of these are for adults only.
And I guess that's all I got today. Hope this makes everyone feel better.
Continuing my little hobby of posting performances from bands who put on the best local performances this year, at the top of this here blog is The Broken West playing "Gwen, Now or Then." That's Branford's Dan Iead in the middle.