My brother Ian wants to move to Hawaii and live in a sailboat. He also enjoys poker.
Me: Bad news–all gambling is illegal in Hawaii.
Ian: Illegal gambling isn’t!
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I talk about television too much now.
The WB and UPN will merge in September, creating a new network called CW (because it’ll be jointly owned by CBS, which owns UPN, and Time Warner). Presumably this means a bold new vision of alternating teensoaps with incredibly-low-production-values “urban” sitcoms and wrestling. Also maybe Star Trek?
This actually is a fairly big shakeup in the electromagnetic spectrum–a lot of areas have stations allocated to both UPN and the WB. The WB reliably does better than UPN, so that’s probably the station where CW will reside in most markets. I think it’s obvious, when all the factors are considered, that the leftover stations should go to: me.
Seriously, the first thing I thought when I read that headline was “but–but–what will happen to Veronica Mars?”
Brendan’s pet issues: Not just for Usians anymore
“As I’ve said to friends, we can’t expect to tell our fans ‘see you in court’ and then ‘see you at Massey Hall next fall’–we have to choose one, and I choose the latter. This current litigious atmosphere is simply a product of the record business trying to prop up a dying, obsolete business model.”
It’s so great to know that BNL gets it.
Pop culture reference explosion! No links! BE YOUR OWN NAVIGATOR
For better or worse, (Ultimate) The Office is the new Arrested Development. The Tuesday Night Ballers gave it up after four episodes last year, when it came on after Scrubs; the first season was like watching a Christopher Guest movie with all the jokes surgically excised. But Yale, persistent fan, got Maria and me to try it again last week. And it got funny! Funny and poignant! They put the jokes back in!
It’s not as edgy or fast or thick as AD, and probably no show on network TV will be again. But it’s self-aware, filmed with handhelds, and clever. It’s good.
Also, I think Jim from the show is the subject of Jimmy Eat World’s name. Not because he eats the world. Because he angsts charmingly.
Dun dun DUNNN
“The fingerprints of zombies are virtually indistinguishable from those of humans, so much so that they could be confused at a crime scene.”
Sumana takes the old disappearing sock meme and makes it funny and touching. That’s skill, gentlemen–skill like we’ve not seen. Not since Morocco. Haskins! Initiate the Marianas Contingency! Good God, man, there’s no time to lose!
But Google Video denies the love
Over a year after I posted it and expected it to blow up, the video Lisa and I made of Master Chief breakdancing is the second result on Yahoo’s video search for breakdancing, and is currently by far my biggest referral. It’s also the first thing to use more bandwidth than the kids on MySpace and Xanga who use old mp3s I host as the autoload music for their pages. Don’t do this, kids.
In the lobby of each floor in the building where I work is a yellowing, framed floorplan, with the fire stairs clearly labelled. Today I noticed that the one on my floor had been pulled off the wall (leaving a different color of paint behind) and replaced with a much newer plastic frame labelled “EVACUATION PLAN.”
The piece of paper in the frame was blank.