Geekfest 2006
Hopefully, this will be a short blog day because I’m tired, I’ve already been on the internet too long as it is, and I just at a whole footlong from Subway and I’m feeling kind of nauseated. (not “nauseous,” which is incorrect. “Nauseous” means to make someone sick, not to feel sick. So, if you feel “nauseous,” you actually feel like you make someone sick. I very often feel like I make others sick, but not at this moment, since the only other being in the room is Shadow. I feed him, so he likes me. Also, he’s asleep.)
Holy English Lesson! I become geekier by the hour, don’t I?
So, I totally got in on this phenomenon at the last moment. I started watching My Name is Earl and The Office (the American version) on Thursday nights before Without a Trace. These shows are freaking hilarious! I mean, I don’t drop everything to watch them (if I do that with any more shows, I might as well just lock myself in my house and arrange to have a hole knocked in the wall when I die, because I will weigh a thousand pounds and that’s the only way they’ll be able to get my body out before it starts to stink.) They’re fun when I do watch them, though. My Name is Earl because I feel like it’s a portal into the Bootheel, which is the redneck capital of Missouri and where I grew up. I mean, sometimes when I watch that show, it’s eerie. And I love The Office because I loved the British one. I’m not sure which one I like better. The American version has an awesome cast (Steve Carrell, Rainn Wilson, and that tall good-looking one who plays the same part Martin Freeman did in the British show) but the British one is so… British. Anyway, these shows are the funniest thing on TV right now, especially since Arrested Development was cancelled.
Speaking of TV, right now I’m watching a 20/20 special on Grey’s Anatomy. I’m going to be brutally honest here. Even though they’re showing real-life medical stories that are interesting and heartwarming, a small, shallow part of me just wants to see Patrick Dempsey. There, I said it.
Okay, that’s all I’ve got. Tune in some other time when I have more to say. Let’s hope that someone does something interesting around me so I can document it. (Come to think of it, this may be the reason people don’t do interesting things around me.) Till later,
Brianne <><
Holy English Lesson! I become geekier by the hour, don’t I?
So, I totally got in on this phenomenon at the last moment. I started watching My Name is Earl and The Office (the American version) on Thursday nights before Without a Trace. These shows are freaking hilarious! I mean, I don’t drop everything to watch them (if I do that with any more shows, I might as well just lock myself in my house and arrange to have a hole knocked in the wall when I die, because I will weigh a thousand pounds and that’s the only way they’ll be able to get my body out before it starts to stink.) They’re fun when I do watch them, though. My Name is Earl because I feel like it’s a portal into the Bootheel, which is the redneck capital of Missouri and where I grew up. I mean, sometimes when I watch that show, it’s eerie. And I love The Office because I loved the British one. I’m not sure which one I like better. The American version has an awesome cast (Steve Carrell, Rainn Wilson, and that tall good-looking one who plays the same part Martin Freeman did in the British show) but the British one is so… British. Anyway, these shows are the funniest thing on TV right now, especially since Arrested Development was cancelled.
Speaking of TV, right now I’m watching a 20/20 special on Grey’s Anatomy. I’m going to be brutally honest here. Even though they’re showing real-life medical stories that are interesting and heartwarming, a small, shallow part of me just wants to see Patrick Dempsey. There, I said it.
Okay, that’s all I’ve got. Tune in some other time when I have more to say. Let’s hope that someone does something interesting around me so I can document it. (Come to think of it, this may be the reason people don’t do interesting things around me.) Till later,
Brianne <><
5 Comments:
At 7:26 AM, Anonymous said…
Yummmmm...Patrick Dempsey (don't tell Travis). You know, funny thing. The older I get, the more attractive older men are to me (older, or older-seeming, as in, 10-40 years older than me). Case in point - Patrick Dempsey also Sean Connery, my grandfather (technically he's my step-grandfather, so don't get all grossed out), Richard Gere, Kevin Costner. I think its that little bit of grey...I even like it in Brandon Bliss (definitely don't tell Travis that!!!). There are others who I cannot think of right now. The younger guys just aren't quite as appealing anymore - what's up with that? Don't get me wrong, Michael Vartan is gorgeous (in that adorable-gorgeous kind of way) and Matthew McConaughey still melts my heart in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days,but I can't stand him in Ed.
Off the subject, at this rate, I'll never have my own blog...I don't understand these HTML tags...I tried to italicize my movies, but I kept getting these annoying red letters that say "Your HTML cannot be accepted: Tag is not closed" I don't even KNOW what that means!!!
At 7:10 PM, J. M. Richards said…
Brianne, you are freakin' hilarious. Totally had a "Never Been Kissed" moment with that nauseated/nauseous distinction you made there (which I am so guitly of).
But the stuff about if you started watching any more shows...It makes me think that YOU should write a show. You. Crack. Me Up.
Personally, I consider Michael Vartan to be in the "older men" category, as he is probably a decade older than me, at least. (Anyone closer to my mom's age than mine is "older" to me.) *Sigh* Vaughn. But you know, Richards Dean Anderson is getting up there, and I think he is still hot.
Oh, hey Erin--when using tags: the first one is like this (only w/out the spaces: < i > and the second one--at the end of whatever you're making italic--looks like this: < / i >. See if that works.
At 6:54 AM, Mrs. Sappington said…
You know, I think Jess is right. Both Michael and Matthew are quite a few years older than us...so they too should fall into that "older men" category. Do you think Travis would let me name our firstborn son Vaughn? (Yea! Italics!!)
Also, Brianne, I don't know if I've ever told you this, but you should totally start your own Sikel and Ebert thing (I know, I know, its Ebert and Roeper now, but does that really sound the same??)...previewing movies and giving your opinions. There's a guy on the radio up here that does that once a week...he recently gave his ratings/opinions on the new 9-11 movie that's coming out. Everytime I hear him, I think of you!!
At 6:55 AM, Mrs. Sappington said…
You know, I think Jess is right. Both Michael and Matthew are quite a few years older than us...so they too should fall into that "older men" category. Do you think Travis would let me name our firstborn son Vaughn? (Yea! Italics!!)
Also, Brianne, I don't know if I've ever told you this, but you should totally start your own Siskel and Ebert thing (I know, I know, its Ebert and Roeper now, but does that really sound the same??)...previewing movies and giving your opinions. There's a guy on the radio up here that does that once a week...he recently gave his ratings/opinions on the new 9-11 movie that's coming out. Everytime I hear him, I think of you!!
At 4:00 PM, Anonymous said…
Oh please, could we get some testosterone on this blog? I have estrogen poisoning after reading it. Have Daniel write a weekly guest column or something. I'm glad Kathleen doesn't have a tenth of the girliness of all you'ns. Feeling nauseated and wanting to feel nausious, and smugly attached, BUD
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