Lost: One Beard
I shaved.
I can't remember the last time I didn't have a beard. Was it two years ago? Three?
UPDATE: I checked my records. I think I was beardless for a few days in September, 2003. 3 and a half years ago!!!
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I shaved.
I can't remember the last time I didn't have a beard. Was it two years ago? Three?
UPDATE: I checked my records. I think I was beardless for a few days in September, 2003. 3 and a half years ago!!!
Ooh, check out the new issue of PASTE magazine! I'm mentioned in at as part of an article about CRINGE! I'm psyched for Sarah who is now working on the Cringe Book! This article gets to the heart of the event, just as she suggests.
After watching tonight's episode of LOST I decided to delete the show from my DVR's series manager. I've given up on the show. This series has become too mediocre and annoying. I get that it's fantasy and drama and all that but I'm tired of characters not talking to each other and not asking obvious questions. It's also annoying that there are so many characters. I don't think the regulars even show up in the background. If this is one of ABC's top flight show, would it be so bad to give Hurley line every episode?
I will continue to read the occasional show recap, though. I want to know how it all turns out.
Tuesday has become a rough night for television. I don't watch American Idol, Law & Order or Gilmore Girls so there isn't much else on that I watch. Last night I recorded WHAT ABOUT BRIAN just so I'd have something to watch when I ate dinner tonight. If that's not desperate, I don't know what is. Happily, I was able to watch the entire episode without saving part for later in the week (which is what happened last week).
I guess VERONICA MARS is on one of those breaks that happens to shows every now and again. I try to watch so much TV that I don't notice that sort of thing. Unfortunately, I'm now noticing. But there's a solution for poor TV choices on Tuesday night. That solution? THE AGENCY on VH1. I caught an episode last week and now I'm totally hooked.
THE AGENCY feels like THE HILLS for late twenty-something New Yorkers. It's reality television, but with that gloss of being totally jazzed up for dramatic effect. It's the story of what goes on at a modeling agency. And people argue and then complain behind the backs of their co-workers. I guess I should say THE AGENCY is LAGUNA BEACH for cubicle dwellers instead of high school students? There's a dude named Pink. I missed the first episode or two, so maybe I shouldn't be routing for him, but I always am. Maybe it's because he never shaves, has a dozen tattoos and a funny haircut. Perhaps I route for him because I don't like the accent of his co-worker, Becky. Yeah, there are "characters" on this show. And they're perfect. The complaining and the arguing and the ridiculous scouting that goes on in every episode makes for a perfect 22 minute dose of time-filling TV watching every week.
I'm worried about a couple of things tonight. I drafted poorly in my fantasy baseball draft. I'll get over that quickly. And the draft wasn't as poor as I thought.
I'm also worried that I had trouble spelling sitcom in the title of this entry. Is it: sitcom, sit-com, SitCom, Sit-Com, sit com? I had no clue, so I spelled it out.
Another thing I don't know how to spell? Rob Corddry. That guy is funny. Has anyone been watching THE WINNER on Fox? Four episodes have aired during the past week and 2 hours - that's two episodes per Sunday! Tonight's episodes started late, meaning I didn't record the final 8 minutes of each. I still found them funny. I'm bummed about missing those last few minutes, though. The show is set in 1994 and there are 7-15 era specific jokes per episode. They're of the so bad they're funny vein. Those jokes work because the rest of the show is so dryly witty and improbable and just slightly off-kilter. Corddry's timing is great. His co-star is a young teenage kid who is also plays a bit of hypochondriac. Corrddry has a thing for the kid's mother. Corrddry works in a video store and lives with his parents. I have no idea how many episodes this show has in it, but if you're not entirely averse to sitcoms, it's worth checking out.
Let's get down to the main topic for this week - tea. I'm slowly converting myself into a tea drinker. For most of my life I've stuck by the rule that I don't drink hot beverages. I actually explained this over a work lunch last week. I think there was a lot of eye rolling at the table. Basically, I've just never really understood the story behind hot beverages. They burn your mouth! Coffee. Hot cocoa. Tea. I just don't get it. The payoff just isn't there for me. At work I was asked what I drink. I could only respond with "water." I totally forgot to mention that I also drink bourbon!
Anyway, I'm OK with tea because it's dawning on me that tea is mostly just water. Tonight I made myself a cup of green tea and I realized that I like it in a dark mug because then I think less about it actually being tea. When the tea is in a dark vessel, it's just sort of like water in shadow. I really have to let it cool off. I'm not good at sipping.
I'm so committed to this tea thing that I'm actually thinking of getting a tea kettle. I've got a few dollars left on a Macy's gift card. A few weeks ago I checked out their tea kettles and nothing jumped out at me. They all look the same. And I sort of like some of them. (yes, those are two somewhat dissonant thoughts. I fooled you be admitting to liking the look fo the tea kettles, didn't I?) I put off on making a decision about which one to get. I'm still not through this first box of tea I bought.
Laughing at THE WINNER and sipping the tea did help make my fantasy baseball draft induced headache go away.
I'm not sure if there was a memo circulated about it or not, but The Shrewdness of Apes is alive. Our friend Jamie is grumbling about the transit system and musing about college basketball. Juding from the entries, he's spent more time writing about college basketball in the past two weeks than I've spent watching it during my lifetime.
I mention this only because I know he's headed to Atlantic City this weekend and I am jealous. I haven't been there in three weeks and I feel the craps tables calling out to me. As I said to someone recently, I realized I was alive on a late Monday morning at Caesar's. I was tucked into the corner of a craps table where my winnings from the previous night were slipping away. The somewhat lukewarm table was turning cold and the chips were flying out of my hand with two or three or four or five raked in by the dealer every four minutes. Watching my money disappear that fast was like a sharp kick to the gut. I'd been saving that cash for months for just this gambling trip! And it was gone. And it felt good.
I cut my losses before too much disappeared. I lost a few more Andrew Jacksons (I don't want to give you the impression I'm a high roller) forty minutes later at a different casino. I didn't feel anything with that loss. The money was already gone. The life had been torn from my insides. It was time to go home.
I wish Jamie the best of luck. He better win so we can all go back in June.
I like miniature Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies more than Mini Chips Ahoy!