As I sit here on my couch, watching the second half of this riveting NBA All-Star Game, I can't help but think about what somebody posted in the comments section of this ol' blog.I cannot believe we live in a world where "Valentine's Day" makes more than $50 million in a weekend. I'm sorry if you watched it this weekend, I just can't get past the fact that enough people thought this sugary crapfest was worth shelling out some cash to see.
I mean, I know that critical opinion isn't everything, but the flick earned a whopping 16 percent fresh rating at Rotten Tomatoes. Sixteen percent! Seriously. That's horrid.
That site counts all those crappy Internet critics who give anything good reviews, and the movie still only earned 16 percent good reviews. That's pathetic. Awful. I bet I could have written that movie in a few hours. Yep. With that said, the Richard Gere, Don Cheadle and Ethan Hawke "Training Day" sequel looks even worse. Why? Because it's sole point isn't to just make 16- to 60-year-old women turn to cliche mush.
What else is going on? Well, here's a cool article that talks about '90s female rock. It caught my eye because it mentions Riot Grrrls and Liz Phair early on. When I was a kid, I tiny crush on Liz Phair. That's not true. I don't lie. It was a big crush.
We'll call it a night on a sad note. No, I'm not just going to mention that tomorrow's Monday. I like work. And, hey, I worked today.
No, the sad thing is that Knack singer Doug Fieger died today. People think of the band as a one-hit wonder with "My Sharona," and that's kind of off-base. I mean, I hear that tune and only think about Winona Ryder in "Reality Bites." That's quite possibly the finest performance ever put on film. But, seriously, the entirety of The Knack's debut, "Get the Knack," is a fantastic piece of music, a true power-pop treasure. And I hope that point isn't lost with Feiger's death in the news.
And, hey, that's it. I hope you had a good Hallmark Holiday.
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I was reading one of my favorite boards (present board company excluded), Chowhound, and I came across the following entry.
It struck me as the kind of thing that you - were you inclined to indulge in a romantic Hallmark reverie on Valentine's Day - might enjoy. That is, of course, if Carrie Underwood were also somehow involved...
"Tacos in the car. New Haven Taco trucks!
Today me and a GF went to I-95, on the ocean side, near Leon's and ate tacos off the Ixtapa truck! That is all they serve!! They do have cokes and water.
The lingua was the best while the al pastor was very flavorful, but not as tender.
Where can you get a meal for $4? We brought a couple of beers and ate in the car while looking at the ocean. Like is good.
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meatzaaa Feb 12, 2010 11:20PM"
A better Valentine's Day treat I cannot imagine.
P.S.
I know as a former English major, you'd never use the phrase, "me and a GF." I'm sure it would have been "Miss Underwood and I..."
Oh yeah - I forgot....
I'm sure by now, y'all have read that the director Kevin Smith was kicked off a Southwest flight for being too fat (and not buying two seats).
Hey - who am I to judge?
I'm sure Southwest Airlines has as much right to stomp on someone's civil rights and self-esteem as the next airline.
But my real question is, if we can kick people off of planes for being too fat, how come we can't kick them off for smelling bad, repeatedly asking obnoxious questions, snoring and drooling while they sleep, or chewing with their mouths open while they eat? Or - I can't forget - having to get up and go the restroom waaaaay to many times?
'Cause frankly, if we could inflict, er, impose that kind of criteria on Totalitarian Airlines, then most of the flights I've been on in the last five years would have been virtually empty.
P.S.
I guess this is why John Madden would only ride on a bus from game to game.
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