Way To Promote Your Dignity

I taped (excuse me, TiVo'd) the Tonight Show tonight because Shelby Lynne was on, who I fucking love. But this is not about music. No, this is about politics, showbiz, and sheer and utter shamelessness.

They had a segment where they played "The Dating Game" with presidential candidate and all-around weirdo Dennis Kucinich.

The bachelorrettes were Jennifer Tilly, some random blonde bombshell radio chick ("Kim Seferin" or somesuch), and Cybill Shepherd.

My question for all of these people is: "What the fuck are you on?!"

Kucinich at least seems to realize that he doesn't have a shot in hell of actually winning the nomination, and is poking a bit of fun at it. But it certainly shoots to hell any chance he has over ever being taken seriously again.

The random blonde bombshell is clearly in it for the publicity, and Cybill Shepherd is a complete publicity whore, and looked like she was on any number of drugs, especially when flashing the bright red boxer shorts on under her dress.

Jennifer Tilly I think did it because she's got a reputation for being completely daffy anyway, so it's not like she can look any goofier. I think she underestimated the power of Kucinich to make anyone standing next to him look fucking ridiculous.

But basically, everyone involved participated in these shenanigans for one ridiculously simple reason: They want to be on television.

I find it interesting that the same desire that gets people to hold up "Hi Mom!" signs on the Today show gets actresses and politicians to make complete asses out of themselves on national television.

Yipes

Shopping network demonstrates how not to handle swords.

Is it bad that I think the hick stagehand's comment at the end is fucking hysterical?

courtesy Fark

Life Imitates Simpsons

You know the Simpsons episode where Bart repaints the lines in the teachers' parking lot exactly one foot closer together, and then the teachers can't get out of their cars?

I think someone with a similar sense of humor must have designed the spaces at the lot I park in at work.

I tried to pull into three seperate parking spaces today, and if I had tried to open the doors of my car on either side, I wouldn't have been able to squeeze out.

This wasn't a problem for me before, when I'd arrive early enough to have at least one empty side for me to get out on. Now I come in the middle of the day, when everyone is already at work.

So now I end up having to pull half-crooked into parking spaces just to get out of my car. Which is fine, for pragmatism and all.

But then, when I have to leave, it's abundantly clear that I've done a cracked-out parking job, because mine is one of about six cars left in the lot, and it's parked diagonally, occasionally draining over into other spaces.

It's madness, I tell you. Madness!

Ooooh

And now, ladies and gentlemen, presenting the link under the "Contact" section on your left hand side, which leads to an email form instead of my email address, in an attempt to thwart spammers!

It's a bit like closing the barn door after the cow's gotten out, since I get about 100 spam emails a day (easily), but it seems to be working, so feel free to email away!

For Mr. Greer

I stole this from Dave, but this is also for Mark, whose love for Aqua Teen Hunger Force on Cartoon Network knows no bounds.

Which Aqua Teen Hunger Force character are you??



I am Frylock.

Score.

Direction

Caution: Job Angst within. Proceed at your own risk.

I've realized that I have no idea what I want to do with my life, at least on any sort of permanent basis.

I know I want to keep working at the show, and try and get brought on as a production assistant next year, but then...what?

This is not an inconsequential question. When I started working at the show, I realized that I enjoyed this a hell of a lot more than I enjoyed sound designing.

I enjoy adrenalin over endless tweaking. I enjoy fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants over tedious perfectionism. I like working in television a lot more than I like doing post-production.

So that much is decided, which is at least good. But once I'm past that, I'm not sure what I want. I'm not sure I want to completely give up being a tech/production geek and try to be a producer, but I'm not sure I want to be a geek full-time.

I think part of the problem is that I've switched paths so much in the last couple years, that I've wandered into a completely different part of the woods. I like it, I'm just not entirely sure what I'm doing here.

I mean, two years ago, I seriously still thought I was going to try and swing being at least a part-time professional musician. I still love it, but I've been regarding it more as a hobby lately.

I swore I'd never move to L.A., and now I'm here and having a fucking blast.

I thought I'd dedicate my life to tweaking sound, and now even the thought of listening to 1kHz tone to try and balance speakers makes me shudder.

I keep seeing everyone at work with these detailed career plans, and I wonder if I'm missing out on something, just going with the flow and seeing where it takes me.

And I also realize that not having a clear career path is going to hurt my career at some point. You've got to know what you want and go for it in this business, and not knowing what you want is a serious handicap in that pursuit.

I guess things will make themselves clearer over the next year or two, but it's weird to me to not have any concrete plans after the season ends in May.

My whole life was ridiculously planned out until after I graduated from college, and I've realized since I moved out here that I've been basically flying by the seat of my pants.

So maybe it's time to sit down and figure out what I want, but maybe that time shouldn't come for another little while. Flying by the seat of my pants has been working well so far.

Why mess with success?

News In Action

The local news that shows up in the "Headline News Local Edition" here was interviewing people at the Grammys last night about Boobgate and its impact on the awards show.

They spoke to, in the following order:

- Patti LaBelle (who filled in as a presenter for Ms. Jackson)

- Weird Al Yankovic (who seems to have something intelligent to say about everything, despite his hair)

- Amber Tamblyn (uh...she's hot?)

- Hugh Hefner (it's about a boobie. CLEARLY, you must talk to Hef)

Gotta love quality news reporting.