Oh No! No More Numb3rs!

My favorite show, Numb3rs, is done. I have enjoyed this year so much, with the only television I watch, Ghost Whisperer, Medium, and Numb3rs, all in a row. I think they're all just about done.

What will I do?

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Precosious Mothy

For his birthday, Stinky got Gilligan's Island - second season. John is of the belief that it is perfect third grade humor. The boys ADORE it. WHAtever.

So, at the table last night, I asked Sean, "who's your favorite character?".

"Gilligan." No hesitation. Tim agreed, "he's the funniest."

I then asked, "Who do you like better, Marianne or Ginger?" Again, without hesitation, Sean says "Marianne."

Tim agreed, "Yeah, I'd do her."

I did not mis-type. Now, I think he meant, he'd choose her in a contest. But... maybe not???

Sigh, they grow up so fast!

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OK, Ick

We switched from my beloved DirecTV today to Comcast. The bundle just saves us so much money that I couldn't justify not doing it. Anyhow, the comcast guy is here, and he had the tv turned to a local affiliate while he tinkered.

Some show called The Doctors (?) was on. It has a GROSS factor of 11 out of 10. They were talking about some stomach cancer, inherited, that killed like 7 out of 10 people in one generation. So the next generation all had THEIR STOMACHS REMOVED!

I almost removed my stomach after the next story, though. They talked about weird eating habits. One guy was a proponent of the raw meat diet. Have fun with your parasites, dude.

But the weirdest HAD to be the guy who cooked a three-course meal out of... wait for it... his first child's PLACENTA.

I thought soap operas were bad. Sheesh.

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Chef Bootie

So, there's this new commercial for that chef boyardee stuff. It has the kid eating the stuff while dad notices that there's a full serving of vegetables hidden in the paste.

When he goes to make note of it, mom turns on the garbage disposal. Dumb ol' dad doesn't catch the Signal, so he tries again, while mom coyly bangs pots and tells him casually to zip it.

I wish it were on Youtube, but it ain't.

Thing is, she's hiding the fact that this delicious stuff is nutricious. Not and Double Not. My kids call it chef bootie for a reason.

Still, it's a good excuse to treat the Dad figure like a moron. So, go buy some Chef Bootie. Boyardee. Whatever.

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Lazy Saturday?

Lazy Saturday? What the hecks is that?

So, the boys are off to the Pinewood Derby today. John found out last night that the Jurassic Avenger is not eligible for competition since it ran last year. Alas, the Rogers family  goes unrepresented today.

I did start the day early, however. Around 5, I heard a call "Mommee!! Mommee!!" By the time I woke up and heard it was outside, well, I was awake. Then it made no sense, so I listened further.

Damned feral cats. First they give Stinky nightmares (he keeps dreaming that they are "feasting" on him.). Now they decide to get busy in my driveway on a Saturday morning. Well, it sounded like they had a good time anyhow.

Glad someone enjoyed it.

To give myself some luxury, I watched some TV - and the kids came down so we watched Brady Bunch. Do you remember the episode with Buddy Hinton? "Baby talk, baby talk, it's a wonder you can walk!" That episode SPOKE to me, man, since I had such a horrible lisp. 

Nowadays it speaks to me again. Mr. Brady, Mr. I'm All Reason Brady, gets so frustrated with Mr. Hinton that he coaches Peter on how to box. Mrs. Brady, Mrs. Blessed Are The Peacemakers Brady, cheers Peter on and brings the Gatorade. 

If this sitcom were made today, reason would have won the argument. Reason rarely loses in TVLand today. But, if this sitch was in reality, there would have been text messaging, someone getting jumped, and plenty of suspensions handed round. 

I guess we can say that the Brady Bunch was Keepin It Real (or, as some of my students would say, "real rap").

Now I'm off to buy some "large beads" for an Avagadro's Number activity. Real rap.

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Sunday Funnies

So the paper comes early in our parts. Most of the Sunday paper comes on Saturday, including my favorite part, the funnies.

This week, the funnies were in a different section, though.

In the category of "OK, so I can't carry a 100lb backpack up Everest anymore. That doesn't mean my service is done!", I present:

Sherpa lined? Excuse me, but EEEEWWWWWW! 


And in the category of "That heinous beyotch finally got someone who can appreciate her culinary talents":

I have always hated Rachel Ray since the $40 a day show. She just gives me the heebie jeebies. She smiles too much, and behind that smile lies a hatchet-wielding kind of madness. I swear it.

Besides, I could cook the crap she comes up with. I thought, though, that I was alone in this hatred. Apparently not. She has detractors all the way up to foodie Anthony Bourdain. Nice to know I'm in good company. 

And no, Titus will not be eating Nutrish. What a stupid name. Nutrish. OK, stopping rant here.

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Winter

Look around, Leaves are brown, there's a patch of snow on the ground.

Well, not really, but it is cold as a witch's nose (which witch? Well, stinky has been playing the homophone game for weeks now since he learned that word. They're fun when they like to learn!). 

It's not as cold here, however, as it is at my sister's house. 30 below where she hails. Sounds lovely. My mom said talking to Kathy made her feel like going outside in a bathing suit because it's positively temperate here in comparison.

Yep, my mother is braving the house of Rogers again. We've no laundry to do, my house is clean and neat, and when Moth was sick this week, she stayed with him.

Speaking of moth, check this out. Kid psychology. Please look at numbers 6 and 7. Snert. He's my kid, for sure!

Besides Tim puking his guts up for the last 3 days (!), we've been well. I have some school stories to write that are kind of fun, but mostly, I'm just keeping up these days. I haven't run regularly in weeks and the less I run the more tired I get. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

John and I went out last night to a restaurant whose name we thought at first was Mala. I thought, who would name their restaurant "bad"? Well, we braved it anyway. I ate something called "Viking Village Scallops." Why do they have to name things like that? They were quite yummy, and if it hadn't been a whopping 8 degrees last night, I might've even gone raping and pillaging afterwards. Unfortunately, I was just too cold. Not a viking after all, I suppose.

I also recorded a BBC miniseries this week called "Lost in Austen". As I am an Austen fanfic... errr... fan, and a fan of the lead actress (she was in a great miniseries called Hex), I gave it a whirl. It was OK, really just a mary sue, but the thing that got me was another major character was a lead character from Hex also. Is Britain really that small?

Well, I'm off to write up my school stories. They are fun in a "please pummel me about the head with a blunt instrument" kind of way. Stay tuned... But for your fun first, while I write these up, please watch my favorite Kingston Trio song. 

Completely round is the perfect pearl the oyster manufactures.
Completely round is the steering wheel that leads to compound fractures
Completely round is the golden fruit that hangs from the o-o-orange tree
Yes the circle shape is quite renown
But sad to say it can be found
In the lowdown, dirty run-around
That my true love gave to me
That my true love gave to me

Completely square is the little box he said my ring would be in
Completely square is the envelope he said good-bye to me in
Completely square is the handkerchief I flourish constantly
As I dry my eyes of the tears I've shed,
And blow my nose which turns bright red
For a perfect square is my true love's head
He will not marry me, no
He will not marry me

Rectangular is the hotel door my true love tried to sneak through
Rectangular is the transom hole by which I had to peek through,
Rectangular is the hotel room I entered angrily, and
Rectangular is the wooden box
Where lies my love neath the golden phlox
They say he died of the chicken pox
In part I must agree
One chick too many had he

Triangular is the piece of pie I eat to ease my sorrow
Triangular is the hatchet blade I plan to hide tomorrow
Triangular the relationship which now has ceased to be
And triangular is the garment thin
That fastens on with a safety pin
To a prize I had no wish to win
It's a lasting memory
That my true love gave to me

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FOUND IT!

So, to update an old post, I just found the Harry Potter book. Sean had tucked it behind his Narnia series. I was standing there, cleaning up his CD's and thinking "that book has to be somewhere... maybe in another book?" And, le voila, as les francais might say. We are a happy pair, stinky and I.

Other updates...

Moth man is doing well in school, and is playing with all manner of kids every day when I pick him up. He is a social butterfly. As is his da, these days. Why, you ask? John's "boss" in the cub scouts has gotten seriously ill. He will get better, thank goodness (he's a great guy), but meanwhile the scouts aren't a priority. SOoooo... john is the grand poo-bah. Heh.

My school is still crazy. We had a student die of MRSA last week, which was really, really sad and kind of scary. We had a fire drill yesterday, and I can tell you, they're a lot more fun than real fires! Though I did "accidentally" start some fires in my lab this week - kids are a lot more interested in seeing more "exothermic" reactions now. Heh.

There's a new TV show that I'm interested in seeing - it's called Eleventh Hour. It just looks interesting from the ads. So, I TiVo - Eleventh Hour. And guess what? It's an old BBC series starring my fave, Patrick Stewart. And BBCA is showing that series this week, also. So, I'm TiVoing both! I love TiVo.

and with that, I'm going to post this, before I forget. Again.

For Some Strange Reason

I woke up with the Gilligan's Island themesong in my head. I read somewhere that the original words ended up like this:

"With Gilligan, the Skipper too, a millionaire and his wife, a movie star and the rest! Here on Gilligan's Isle"

If I were the professor or Maryanne, I'd be ticked. They could fit in all those other folks and not the last two? I guess the writers changed their minds, though, since we now have the doc and the pothead added to the end.

You don't know what I mean by pothead? She's serving time for possession etc in Idaho, of all places.

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So, I've been stocking up on shows that I think my kids will like for those nasty rainy days this summer. I've already got The New Adventures of Zorro, and this morning, I ordered Conan the Adventurer. Yes, I have little boy taste. I always have had. Now my stinky and moth are being molded in my image. Mwa ha ha ha!!

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Silly Post

So I was watching this new show on television – VH1, actually – the other day: America's Most Smartest Model.

It’s a reality show which pits the intellect of 20 or so beautiful people against each other for the prize of $100,000 and the title of “America’s Most Smartest Model”. Some of the models are not American, so I’m not sure exactly how that works. But anyhow.

Here’s the first round of the spelling bee. Please note that the words for the contestants got more personal (and sometimes quite mean) as the competition went on. The final words were incredibly hard – some of these cats are quite bright. Anyhow, I watched all 2 hours of the first 2 eps because I enjoy watching car crashes, I suppose. Voyeur, thy name is birdwoman.

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And here’s some Arbor Astrology for you; I’m a hornbeam, apparently, though I’m not sure who the exotic lovers are. Perhaps Andre from AMSM?


What tree did you fall FROM? Find your birthday and then find your tree. This is really cool and somewhat accurate. Then send it to your friends, including the one that sent it to you, so they can find out what tree they fell from, but don't forget to change the subject line to your tree. Find your tree below and see what you are like ...

Jan 01 to Jan 11 - Fir Tree

Jan 12 to Jan 24 - Elm Tree

Jan 25 to Feb 03 - Cypress Tree

Feb 04 to Feb 08 - Poplar Tree

Feb 09 to Feb 18 - Cedar Tree

Feb 19 to Feb 28 - Pine Tree

Mar 01 to Mar 10 - Weeping Willow Tree

Mar 11 to Mar 20 - Lime Tree

Mar 21 (only) - Oak Tree

Mar 22 to Mar 31 - Hazelnut Tree

Apr 01 to Apr 10 - Rowan Tree

Apr 11 to Apr 20 - Maple Tree

Apr 21 to Apr 30 - Walnut Tree

May 01 to May 14 - Poplar Tree

May 15 to May 24 - Chestnut Tree

May 25 to Jun 03 - Ash Tree

Jun 04 to Jun 13 - Hornbeam Tree

Jun 14 to Jun 23 - Fig Tree

Jun 24 (only) - Birch Tree

Jun 25 to Jul 04 - Apple Tree

Jul 05 to Jul 14 - Fir Tree

Jul 15 to Jul 25 - Elm Tree

Jul 26 to Aug 04 - Cypress Tree

Aug 05 to Aug 13 - Poplar Tree

Aug 14 to Aug 23 - Cedar Tree

Aug 24 to Sep 02 - Pine Tree

Sep 03 to Sep 12 - Weeping Willow Tree

Sep 13 to Sep 22 - Lime Tree

Sep 23 (only) - Olive Tree

Sep 24 to Oct 03 - Hazelnut Tree

Oct 04 to Oct 13 - Rowan Tree

Oct 14 to Oct 23 - Maple Tree

Oct 24 to Nov 11 - Walnut Tree

Nov 12 to Nov 21 - Chestnut Tree

Nov 22 to Dec 01 - Ash Tree

Dec 02 to Dec 11 - Hornbeam Tree

Dec 12 to Dec 21 - Fig Tree

Dec 22 (only) - Beech Tree

Dec 23 to Jan 01 - Apple Tree

TREES (in alphabetical order)

Apple Tree (Love) -- quiet and shy at times, lots of charm, appeal, and attraction, pleasant attitude, flirtatious smile, adventurous, sensitive, loyal in love, wants to love and be loved, faithful and tender partner, very generous, many talents, loves children, needs affectionate partner.

Ash Tree (Ambition) -- extremely attractive, vivacious, impulsive, demanding, does not care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent, talented, likes to play with fate, can be very egotistic, reliable, restless lover, sometimes money rules over the heart, demands attention, needs love and much emotional support.

Beech Tree (Creative) -- has good taste, concerned about its looks, materialistic, good organization of life and career, economical, good leader, takes no unnecessary risks, reasonable, splendid lifetime companion, keen on keeping fit (diets,sports, etc.).

Birch Tree (Inspiration) -- vivacious, attractive, elegant,friendly, unpretentious, modest, does not like anything in excess, abhors the vulgar, loves life in nature and in calm, not very passionate, full of imagination, little ambition, creates a calm and content atmosphere.

Cedar Tree (Confidence) -- of rare strength, knows how to adapt, likes unexpected presents, of good health, not in the least shy, tends to look down on others, self-confident, a great speaker, determined, often impatient, likes to impress others, has many talents, industrious, healthy optimism, waits for the one true love, able to make quick decisions.

Chestnut Tree (Honesty) -- of unusual stature, impressive, well-developed sense of justice, fun to be around, a planner, born diplomat, can be irritated easily, sensitive of others feelings, hard worker, sometimes acts superior, feels not understood at times, fiercely family oriented, very loyal in love, physically fit.

Cypress Tree (Faithfulness) -- strong, muscular, adaptable, takes what life has to give but doesn't necessarily like it, strives to be content, optimistic, wants to be financially independent, wants love and affection, hates loneliness, passionate lover which cannot be satisfied, faithful, quick-tempered at times, can be unruly and careless, loves to gain knowledge, needs to be needed.

Elm Tree (Noble-mindedness) -- pleasant shape, tasteful clothes, modest demands, tends not to forgive mistakes, cheerful, likes to lead but not to obey, honest and faithful partner, likes making decisions for others, noble-minded, generous, good sense of humor, practical.

Fig Tree (Sensibility) -- very strong minded, a bit self-willed, honest, loyal, independent, hates contradiction or arguments, hard worker when wants to be, loves life and friends, enjoys children and animals, sexually oriented, great sense of humor, has artistic talent and great intelligence.

Fir tree (Mysterious) -- extraordinary taste, handles stress well, loves anything beautiful, stubborn, tends to care for those close to them, hard to trust others, yet a social butterfly, likes idleness and laziness after long demanding hours at work, rather modest, talented, unselfish, many friends, very reliable.

Hazelnut Tree (Extraordinary) -- charming, sense of humor, very demanding but can also be very understanding, knows how to make a lasting impression, active fighter for social causes and politics, popular, quite moody, sexually oriented, honest, a perfectionist, has a precise sense of judgment and expects complete fairness.

Hornbeam Tree (Good Taste) -- of cool beauty, cares for its looks and condition, good taste, is not egoistic, makes life as comfortable as possible, leads a reasonable and disciplined life, looks for kindness and acknowledgment in an emotional partner, dreams of unusual lovers, is seldom happy with its feelings, mistrusts most people, is never sure of its decisions, very conscientious.

Lime Tree (Doubt) - intelligent, hard working, accepts what life dishes out, but not before trying to change bad circumstances into good ones, hates fighting and stress, enjoys getaway vacations, may appear tough, but is actually soft and relenting, always willing to make sacrifices for family and friends, has many talents but not always enough time to use them, great leadership qualities, is jealous at times but extremely loyal.

Maple Tree (Independence of Mind) -- no ordinary person, full of imagination and originality, shy and reserved, ambitious, proud, self-confident, hungers for new experiences, sometimes nervous, has many complexities, good memory, learns easily, complicated love life, wants to impress.

Oak Tree (Brave) -- robust nature, courageous, strong, unrelenting, independent, sensible, does not like change, keeps its feet on the ground, person of action.

Olive Tree (Wisdom) -- loves sun, warmth and kind feelings, reasonable, balanced, avoids aggression and violence, tolerant, cheerful, calm, well-developed sense of justice, sensitive, empathetic, free of jealousy, loves to read and the company of sophisticated people.

Pine Tree (Peacemaker) -- loves agreeable company, craves peace and harmony, loves to help others, active imagination, likes to write poetry, not fashion conscious, great compassion, friendly to all, falls strongly in love but will leave if betrayed or lied to, emotionally soft, low self esteem, needs affection and reassurance.

Poplar Tree (Uncertainty) -- looks very decorative, talented, not very self-confident, extremely courageous if necessary, needs goodwill and pleasant surroundings, very choosy, often lonely, great animosity, great artistic nature, good organizer, tends to lean toward philosophy, reliable in any situation, takes partnership seriously.

Rowan Tree (Sensitivity) -- full of charm, cheerful, gifted without egoism, likes to draw attention, loves life, motion, unrest, and even complications, is both dependent and independent, good taste, artistic, passionate, emotional, good company, does not forgive.

Walnut Tree (Passion) -- unrelenting, strange and full of contrasts, often egotistic, aggressive, noble, broad horizon, unexpected reactions, spontaneous, unlimited ambition, no flexibility, difficult and uncommon partner, not always liked but often admired, ingenious strategist, very jealous and passionate, no compromise.

Weeping Willow (Melancholy) - likes to be stress free, loves family life, full of hopes and dreams, attractive, very empathetic, loves anything beautiful, musically inclined, loves to travel to exotic places, restless, capricious, honest, can be influenced but is not easy to live with when pressured, sometimes demanding, good intuition, suffers in love until they find that one loyal, steadfast partner; loves to make others laugh.


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New Television Addiction

I can't believe this has been on for years and I've never seen it before.

Robot Chicken is the irreverent claymation/action figure show produced by Oz from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Their most famous parody is probably the Star Wars phone call, but I think this one sums it up better: (WARNING: not work or kid safe. Trust me.)

UPDATE: daggone it, I can't get the embed code to work. Well, here's Scooby Doo Meets Jason.

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The Worst Mary Sue EVER

The Highlander.

If this title brought an image to your mind, read on. If not, skip.

The Highlander, the TV Series.

If you know this is different than the movies, and you really liked that show, read on. If not, skip.

A few years ago, there was a major movie releaseof a Highlander movie. It was horrific. They messed with the mythos. They made it like a bad fanfic with bad camera work.

Last weekend, Sci Fi premiered a movie, Highlnder: the Source, which made that Endgame movie look like an oscar winner.

The positives of this movie: Adrian Paul. Peter Wingfield. (sigh. sigh again.)

(These pictures are obviously liberated off the internet. I didn't want to waste someone else's bandwidth.)

The negatives of this movie: everything else. I am not kidding.

They had crazy light filters that made you guess as to time of day constantly. There was almost no script. The plot was so bad and convoluted that it had to be re-capped in the last five minutes

They had crazy light filters that made you guess as to time of day constantly. There was almost no script. The plot was so bad and convoluted that it had to be re-capped in the last five minutes

There weren't even any sword fights or montages.

What a gyp.

There are some good screen captures (involving the positives, above. Man, those boys are beautiful). But otherwise, it's worse than the worst fanfiction out there. It has bad (really bad) science. Stupid, cliched characters with silly hair and bad leather. And this is the worlds biggest (and worst) Mary Sue: there's a chick with super powers who is duncan's newest love. The plot - what there is - centers around her. And resolves with her.

They didn't even use Queen's song.

I need to brush my brain after thinking about this...

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Rainy Days

It's rained here for the last 3 days. So, I had to go to the gym this morning. No running in the dark/rain for clumsy old me.

At the gym, because I need to be totally distracted from exercise, I read a book and watch TV at the same time. (And I've read some lovely books lately. Check out my amazon reviews. The chair one, especially!! Anyhow...)

As I've mentioned before, this is how I'm exposed to new music - watching videos at the gym at 5am. However, it's also how I'm exposed to commercials. We, the bird clan, have TiVO.

This morning's commercials were great. The first confirmed the name of a tech school we passed when we were going to the Renaissance Faire last week. We passed the Universal Technological Institute. We joked - who'd want to go to UTI?! Well, the commercial this morning almost had me convinced I'd want to. Except, I remember that feeling of having to pee all the time, feeling like someone stuck a hot poker up my urethra when I did pee, and drinking all the nasty cranberry juice. So, I'll skip UTI, thanks.

The second commercial had a guy watching a live baseball game. He finished his drink. So he hit PAUSE on his TV (he has TiVO, too!), went to his kitchen, and got another soda. The baseball players on the paused tv were arguing about the potential outcome of their play. He finished his Pepsi, hit play, and finished watching the game (probably fast forwarding through the commercials!). I can't believe an ad exec for Pepsi was practically pushing TiVO. Weird.

And now, I'm playing with Stinky, since his camp is over. We made a paper boat, covered it in wax, and he sailed it to the drain. No clown invited him to float, however. Thank goodness.

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Priceless

Priceless? I don't think so. First the hinge on one of our cabinets snapped. Snapped! We just had our kitchen cabinets installed in 99. Grrr. Well, at least they sent us the new ones no charge, since these cabinets have a lifetime guarantee. Here's the end result (click on the pics to see 'em big):



Then the bone in Titus's foot snapped. No lifetime guarantee on the dog, however. I call him "the Captain" because he sounds like a pirate, clunking around on his peg-leg. And my slinky-dog just cannot get used to this cone-head look. I tried telling him it's all the rage, but he's like "whatever, man. Why did you do this to me again?!" The only perks here are that he's getting some MAJOR drugs. He hasn't started picking flowers out of the air, though, so I guess they're not psyochotropics. Worth as much as the porsche-driving vet charged? *sigh* not to me, but to John yes.

And then, yesterday, our TV caught fire. Poof, sparks, daggone it. It was 10 years old, but we were hoping for another 10. Daggone it. So, off to Best Buy to get the replacement... (do you like the cabinet I built?! Little ol' me! We had to get a TV to fit in the cabinet I built. )

So, the Visa has had a workout this weekend. Totally lame. Not priceless.

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Star Trek TNG with Wings!!

Stinky has a new fave show (thanks to Mom!). He’s totally addicted to Gargoyles. So, as I sit at the computer in the morning (our hours have changed, meaning I have much less time in the evening for things like blogging), he watches Gargoyles.

At first, I noticed that the voice of the “bad” guy was very familiar. John said, isn’t that “number two”? (if you watch TNG, you’ll know that Picard refers to Riker as “number one” and, in a literary allusion, the quality show Beavis and Butthead took that to the next level calling him “number two.” Male humor. Got to love it!). Indeed, Jonathan Frakes is a voice.

Then, a few days later, I noticed that the female baddy had a very familiar brogue, as Aunt Florence would say. It’s Troi!!

Today, a new voice showed up – I didn’t know Klingons were on Gargoyles… Michael Dorn also voiced for this show.

If I hear someone reversing the polarity of something tomorrow when I’m drinking coffee, I know the takeover is complete!

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Season Closers

OK, since when do TV seasons have to end on such a “cliffhanger” as… well… Andrea being dead?? Or all three Winchesters getting hit by a semi? I guess I’m glad that Veronica and Logan are back together, and I loved the fact that there was some Deus Ex Machina retribution on Logan’s old man, but Weevil? He was just coming around to the white hat side! And I don’t even want to know why Scotty went all medieval on that wannabe pedophile – you just KNOW that’s gonna come back and bite him in the butt – I just hope it’s not in this week’s season finale… Please, Allison, you’re the only character left that I’m hoping won’t give me a crappy summer of wondering.

(for those who are wondering, the shows referenced above are Ghost Whisperer, Supernatural, Veronica Mars, Cold Case, and of course, Medium. Though I’m also wondering what the Numbers season closer will do.)

(and yes, I do TIVO a lot. I never go out anymore, so it's about 45 minutes a night of R&R.)

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I Have Crappy Taste

They’ve killed 2 of my shows now… Killer Instinct and Threshold.

I hated Invasion, but was intrigued by the alien story told by Data and friends in Threshold. I despised Bones, with its trite dialogue and silly characters, but really liked Killer Instinct, another trite cop show whose braniac chic lead actually seems to have a heart and is not written to be a superhero, and whose male lead can carry cold sarcasm quite a bit better than David Boreanaz ever could.

My only hope is that someday, these get released onto DVD sometime in the near future, so I can see where they were supposed to end up.

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MacGyver Arrested!!

John was watching some newsy network as I stretched out this morning. I saw on the crawl line that some dude got arrested for possessing chemicals which could be used to make a bomb. They cited two of the more dangerous components the dude had: acetone and citric acid.

Oh My God!

It’s an Orange Juice & Nail Polish Remover Bomb!!!

Tell me he had duct tape and a few paper clips, and that cinches it.

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