I haven't had much to blog about this week, the brain is just not working the way I want it to. I wanted to post some new art this weekend, but I'm really having trouble with that. Kind of like writer's block, I guess. So I'll do another episode of "Speaking of..."
Ready?
So I was randomly flipping channels last night and happened upon one of those "reality" shows, "Stupid Housewives of
Fresno" or whatever. You know the
ones. What is with that crap anyway? Do I really need to watch a gaggle of bimbos with too much money, too few brains and wa-a-a-ay too much cleavage talk about their money, and their cleavage? No. I watched about 5 minutes of it and wanted to claw my eyes out. Don't even
talk to me about that
Jersey show...what little I have read about it, I think it would make my brain bleed out my ears.
Speaking of "reality" shows, I will admit that there are some I really like.
Project Runway just makes me happy. Apparently I love Heidi Klum, high heels and
silly gay drama queens. I also like almost anything on Sci-Fi (I refuse to call it "
SyFy" - what the hell?) and
HGTV, even though I'm still miffed that they didn't give me that
Dream Home I ordered.
Speaking of HGTV, Secret Agent Man and I have a new favorite show: "
Holmes on Homes". He is a
Viking god that fixes homes for people who have been royally shafted by their contractors.
Mike Holmes is kind of like
Ty Pennington, but less obnoxious and more buff. It's awesome. Except if I ever have to hire a contractor they are going to hate me because I'll be all, "Mike Holmes says..." and "Do you have the permits?" and "Have you ever done this before?" and stuff like that. And they're going to be all, "Don't you have something else to do, ma'am?"
Ma'am?
Speaking of "Ma'am..." as previously stated in another post, I am
am not 45 years old. I wonder if I look funny to people, cruising down the road, head-banging to The Offspring and Kings of Leon. I have very eclectic tastes in music.
King of Leon is one of my current favorites, but I also still love
Steely Dan (if I was on a desert island and could only bring one CD it would be Steely Dan's
"Gold"), and I have Imogen Heap, Lady GaGa, Spoon, the Weepies, Bing Crosby, Bare Naked Ladies, Bruce Hornsby, Elbow and Lyle Lovett, to name a few. My iPod is having an identity crisis.
Speaking of Apple...can someone please explain to me the big deal about the
iPad? Isn't it just kind of big iPod Touch? I just don't get it. I guess I'm not all up on the Apple craze. Which is odd for an artist/graphic designer, so I've been told. I don't own a Mac. I have a Gateway and it's just peachy. (No apples for me. Unless they are
this kind.) What I really want is an
Alienware laptop.
Actually, what I
really want is an iCoffee, an iNap and an iVacation.
Speaking of vacations, you know what I think would be cool? If those of us who blog back and forth with each other regularly could swap houses for vacations. I want to trade with
Pseudonymous High School Teacher...although it might not be as much fun if she weren't there to visit with. Or maybe
Midlife Slices so I can stay in their
gorgeous new guest house. Of course, if it's cleaner than my house (likely) I may just stay...
So, what are you thinkin' about today?