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07.16.07
Posted in Saved by the Bell, Life, Television, JD at 3:20 pm by jd
The following question has occupied my mind for no less than the last four minutes: Has this blog become a glorified diary for my eyes and words only? (”And now my empty chorus falls on empty ears…”)
My cat is old. I am almost 26 years old and this cat has been around for the vast majority of my formative years, it’s seen me in single digits. She even has an old person name, Phoebe (no, not after the famous Phoebe you’re thinking of). Most people would agree when I say that the cat’s eating habits over the years have been more Ralphie May than my bulimic ex-girlfriend Ralphng Mae; however, all’s changed with old age.
Phoebe’s become increasingly finicky when it comes to her food. Perhaps it’s because we spoiled her with favorites such as Little Debbie Donut Sticks, blueberry muffins and her favorite, cold cut turkey. Perhaps it’s because she saw her reflection in the mirror and decided it was time for a change. Perhaps she didn’t feel attractive enough when my sister brought her younger cats (Daven and Sofie) to live at the house for a while (she wanted to be the Demi Moore to Daven’s Ashton Kutcher). Most probably, she’s just getting old and doesn’t feel like eating anymore. Mind you, this is the cat who employs the dip-your-paw-into-the-water then lick-your-paw rather than the more conventional face-in-bowl, tongue-in-water technique for drinking.
We’ve tried everything lately to get the cat eating again. “Everything” in this case includes switching food brands, switching from dry to wet food, mixing dry and wet, covering the food (dry and wet) with turkey gravy from Thanksgiving Dinner, we even tried setting a place for the cat at the table (ok, no we didn’t). All of our efforts have gone for naught; they’ve been roughly as effective as Britney Spears’ parenting techniques.
So we’ve hit a rough patch. Whiskas was whisked away. Friskies lost their frisk. 9 lives? Not anymore, Phoebe shot them down. Now we’re down to our last ditch effort. It’s once again time to place a call to the bullpen and all we have sitting out there is Jose Mesa. Now I’ll throw this out there, I hate Jose Mesa for a plethora of reasons, and the figurative version is no exception. I’ll try to be brief, and in doing so, I must return to Saved by the Bell (note to Webmaster: can you make SBTB a category for me already?). [EDITOR’S NOTE: Done.] Each morning when I watch the show, I get numerous commercials that irritate me based on either content, lack of focus on target demographic or some combination thereof. Examples of this are 1-800-PET-MEDS, Gold Bond Medicated Pads and one of the worst, J.G. Wentworth. I swear if I have to hear one more time about cash for my structured settlement, I’ll go Ron Artest on the guy. That said, the worst commercial of all is for Fancy Feast Cat Food. Come on now. This is your target market? The majority viewership for these re-runs HAS TO BE mid 20’s and younger kids before school or work starts, what kind of advertising is this?!?! Shouldn’t Toucan Sam, Count Chocula and the EGGO guy be plastered on the screen? If I saw that in the morning, I’d immediately run out for some cereal. But back to the Fancy Feast, the Jose Mesa of cat food. This commercial instructs owners to “delight her with salmon florentine,” a “restaurant style” piece of grilled salmon that it is “simmered in a fragrant reduction” with greens; a dish that is apparently so tantalizing that humans find themselves pawing at their cat for a taste, a cruel and unusual reversal of fortune.
What does this all mean? Naturally, upon meandering past the cat’s bowl when leaving for work this morning, what do I notice? Fancy Feast, salmon florentine. The verdict is still out on whether the cat will enjoy it or not, but rest assured, if this persuades her to eat, I will not only be disappointed, but also on the verge of insanity. Remember when Brian (Fred Savage) realized his little brother Eric (played by real life little sib Ben) had been kidnapped by Boy in Little Monsters? I’ll be like that, feeling helpless and angry, but if she eats, I guess there’s a moral victory somewhere.
I love my cat and will be devastated when something happens to her, lets hope the Fancy Feast keeps her around for a while. Oh, and if you want to see the most hilarious website in the history of civilization, follow this cat around for a while. I promise you will not be disappointed.
And in all seriousness, Bulimia and other eating disorders are a devastating problem in this world today, and not just among felines. Go here to make a donation to the National Eating Disorders Association.
Be well.
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07.13.07
Posted in Life, Sports, JD at 12:20 pm by jd
At 12 years of age, I was at the height of my game. We’re talking .850 batting average, starting pitcher and shortstop on a playoff caliber baseball team, Houston. I remember vividly playing in the qualifier, my comrades and I carrying a solid 14-1 record in against our division rivals, and the only team we’d lost to, 15-0 Dallas. I went 4-4 that game and threw 4 innings of shut out ball. In the top of the 5th I singled home a run and Houston lead 1-0! The bottom of the 5th was a disaster. 4 runs on no hits, but probably 10 or so walks. We lost the game 4-1. It would be the last competitive game of baseball I played.
At 25, I’m trying to resurrect my hardball career. I’ve played informal home run derby and several seasons of old man softball at Softball World, but the best seasons of my life have come from Cleveland Plays, Coed Style.
This past season I played on “The Others” and we finished a solid 7-3 good for a third place tie in the league plus a coveted spot in the postseason. I’m sad to say that we went down in a blaze of glory to the number 1 seed House of Cues 11-7 which improved their overall record to 11-1. We fell to 8-4 including the postseason, still a respectable record. In fact, one season earlier our team was in a similar situation and managed to make the Championship game before losing a hard fought battle.
So my teams have been Coed studs, but my Old Men teams have been even better, making 3 consecutive final games and, much like the Philadelphia Eagles, coming up short each time. But my greatness aside, I’d like to briefly evaluate the inner workings of the old men league, vs. the coed league, and I’ll do so by utilizing the five senses.
Ok, I’ve got my Tostitos Bite Size 100% White Corn Tortilla Chips, a bottle of water and the insatiable urge to pee, let’s knock this out.
SIGHT
The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision.
Thucydides
At an Old Man’s League Softball game, you can expect to find any combination of the following items: Gatorade bottles, beer, Gatorade bottles full of beer, Ben Gay, Cigarettes, girls inexplicably dressed as dime store hookers cheering on douchebag guys wearing bandanas with cut off shirts thinking they’re cool, tons of bats in every dug out, umpires, scorekeepers and pin striped baseball pants. Lots of them. But the thing about the beer is that you usually can’t bring it from home, you have to buy it on site, and the people with multiple bats and baseball pants on are wearing them because you can expect head first slide, balls to the wall, “Game 7″ type play, every game. To lose is a tragedy, to win a must. Any deviation from the actual game plan could lead to a blow up of epic proportions, and you don’t even want to know about Rain Outs.
At a Coed League Softball game, many of the sights are similar. Beer is present, but usually is consumed from a plastic Dixie Cup or the can (complete with I Heart Fat Chicks beer cousy) and is purchased at the nearest gas station on the way to the game. The beer being downed can be no more expensive than $6.48 for a 12 pack, Coeds literally live the High Life. There is no Ben Gay and the only time you’ll find pinstriped baseball pants is when someone attempts to be funny and ironic. It works every time. There will be one bat shared by the whole team (on rare occasions possibly two). And on occasion, this bat is used by both teams. The promiscuous girls are wearing booty shorts and missing the balls in the outfield, then when its time to hit, the girls usually dribble the ball up the 3rd base line for an infield single (though undoubtedly there is always one team with girls who look & play like Lisa Fernandez, get out of their way NOW). Rain clouds are welcome, and the first thing you’ll see after the game ends is everyone scurrying off like Ants Marching to the bar.
SOUND
When money talks I hate to listen, but lately it’s been screaming in my ear.
Ben Folds
The sounds of softball are the same regardless of where you go. Cracks of the bat, balls hitting the fence after being thrown away, no calls by the ump on fair or foul balls and people cursing their own name. The difference? In the O.M. League, you’ll hear a lot more 4 letter words. Apparently umpires don’t like to hear that around ladies, so in the Coed League, you hear less swearing. No one needs a Coed Umpire so far up your ass that you’re starting to feel like Richard Simmons on date number 4.
SMELL
I love the smell of a woman’s armpit when she’s not wearing deodorant
Scott Caan
Is it just me or is this guy the male Paris Hilton? He has a career at all because his Dad is fantastic at what he does and he gets the least out of it that he possibly could. He was good in the Ocean’s movies though. The smells of softball are really 4 fold. Dirt, beer, cigarettes and liniment. To change these scents just because you add a gender would be akin to letting Dustin Diamond take over the role of Zack just for the Tori episodes. The scents are the same.
TASTE AND TOUCH
To combine taste and touch is to save time and space.
JD
Taste of softball is beer. Period. End of discussion. Touch in softball is high fives and butt slaps. If it’s coed, maybe you want to refrain from the butt slaps. There’s not a lot to say about these categories.
Moving on. There is one more specific difference between the two leagues. Anticipation. Both leagues anticipate certain opponents whether its for the challenge of facing an undefeated team, or the prospects of playing a team that the “Dane Train” plays for (The DT was a female player on Tony’s Hot Nuts that wore her uniform so well that comments such as “I can’t wait to ride the DT” or “I’ll let her see my locomotive anytime” were weekly staples, even if her team wasn’t playing that week). So what’s the difference? Old Man Leagues anticipate playing against other men, Coed Leagues the guys anticipate playing a team with good looking chicks (see above referenced slutty girls). Oh, and the ball is bright freaking Neon green so you think you’d be able to see it, even when it’s dark outside. Not the case at all. However, when a player misses a play because of the inability to see in a Coed league, that player is laughed at (unless it’s a girl because then they react emotionally and catty for the rest of the game) whereas in a O.M. League that player is chastised and benched.
Me? I’m happy just being on a field, regardless of which league it is. So… If you’d like to sponsor my comeback to hard ball, I am more than willing to take donations, drop me a comment and I’ll tell you where to make the check out.
But the thing you MUST remember is this: Any game played with balls and bats is fantastic and you should feel greatful just to be out there.
It’s an individual playing by himself, for his team. Or herself and her team, but lets be honest, the best thing a girl can usually do is stay out of the way! Was that wrong?
My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, “You’re tearing up the grass!” “We’re not raising grass,” Dad would reply. “We’re raising boys.”
- Harmon Killebrew
Be well.
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07.12.07
Posted in Life, Sports, News, JD at 2:26 pm by jd
The hell with you people, I like sports, we’re going to talk about sports. Because between Chris Benoit allegedly murdering his family, Michael Vick being heavily entrenched in a dogfighting ring and Pacman Jones/Tank Johnson’s inability to stay out of trouble, the sports world is becoming the benchmark for the term ridiculous.
With apologies to Cincinnati Bengals fans, the most absurd story happening in sports this year did not belong to their mindblowing arrest record; (notice Chris Henry’s resemblance to a young Snoop Dogg) no, those kudos go to Coach Tim Floyd at the University of Southern California, a man who just received a verbal commitment from a fantastic young basketball prospect in Illinois. The kid is completely dedicated to the sport, taking time to go on campus visits and workout for coaches instead of hanging out with friends all summer; and in his free time, he somehow picked a high school to attend! That’s right, this kid is just over a month away from being a Freshman… in High School. He won’t drive for another couple of years, but rest assured when he leaves the DMV, there will be a car waiting in his driveway.
Pardon my French, but what the #*^$!!!!
In fact, let me run that last symbol by you one more time $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$. Remember in Blue Chips where the Larry Bird like dude said he wanted a gym bag full of money and marked the turning point where Nick Nolte finally decided, the hell with it, I’m going to pull a Barry Bonds and cheat (yes I know we weren’t talking about Bonds cheating back then)? This has to be the real life version of that exact occurrence.
Lebron’s Mom bought him an H2 a couple months before he was drafted, which was understandably possible because any dealer in their right mind was going to give her a loan. Did the following conversation actually happen between a sales rep and a manager?
Rep - Can I approve this loan for Lebron’s Mom?
Man - She has like NO income. Are you sure she’s going to be able to afford
this? Maybe sell her a used Plymouth Voyager instead? We can tint the
windows!
[AWKWARD SILENCE]
Rep - Uhh, yeah. She can afford it.
No, that conversation never took place because everyone knew what was going to happen in that situation. In two months you have a millionaire. But this is not two months, this is a 14 year old KID. One who’s never even played decent high school competition (AAU is the worst form of basketball you’ll ever see, possibly 2nd worst only next to the NBA). One who’s probably not even finished puberty; and who knows what will happen to his body during that process, not to mention over the next 4 years? Is this really something that a college coach is willing to gamble on? Does he feel he needs to recruit these kids so young? Especially when the coach is employed in Southern California?
“Hey 18 year old star basketball player, the most beautiful women in the world want you to come here, what do you say? You like cheerleaders? Ours are great!”
Wouldn’t this be your sales pitch? Wouldn’t this work for 90% of all heterosexual athletes even if other coaches decided to sweet talk them? Couldn’t you get any High School Senior to commit to that? Am I way off base here? This is my point about the Blue Chips money situation. When you recruit a kid that young, what can you say to get him to commit? “I’ll give you your very own set of Yu-Gi-Oh sheets?” No! There has got to be money being thrown around on this 14 year old. And the coach is jeopardizing his career for something that may or may not happen in the future? Is this accurate? Isn’t it true that if this coach gets caught giving money or gifts to any prospect, that it’s a rules violation and will result in the coach being canned faster than the intern in Ohio who lost several hundred thousand social security numbers? I’m so confused by this whole situation and I’m 11 years older than the kid! How does he have a Clue!?!?!
Forget about ramifications for the coach for a second, isn’t the kid basically mortgaging his high school years of friends, parties, football teams and any other extracurricular so that he can say he’ll go to USC down the road? Doesn’t this kind of eliminate the whole “It’s not the destination, it’s the journey” part of life? This kid isn’t going to be able to play other sports because what if he gets hurt? He’s not going to have a real high school experience at all.
This makes me sick. Listen, recruiting in college should be ILLEGAL. The NCAA has such a stick up its rear about so many other issues, and you can’t pay an athlete to play (even though D-1 sports is more of a job than the vast majority could possibly fathom, especially when you juggle whatever courseload you decide to take; i.e. underwater basketweaving), but it’s cool if a coach comes to a Rec League game to tell a 8th grader that he should go to college at his school? This is insane. Let the kid celebrate his good game with a Big Mac Meal or an ice cream cone and get back to coaching your grown men. You’ll be able to recruit him with real measures down the road. If you need help learning how, I hear Gary Barnett is available.
And we wonder what’s wrong with the world or why people outside our country hate us. Give me a break.
Be well.
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07.06.07
Posted in Life, Television, Movies, News, JD at 12:53 pm by jd
This is actually happening across the country. Grown men are getting together to talk about The Transformers. Is this the mid 1980’s? No, this is 2007, but grown men that were reaching their cartoon viewing zenith around that time are fueling the robot-laden fire once more.
At first glance, I felt about all the Transformers Speak the way I feel about anyone who’s hit either their teens or puberty (whichever comes last) still playing Dungeons and Dragons or Magic the Gathering. Admittedly, the Transformers were a few years before my time (the show’s original run was syndicated from 1984-1987 – I was just 5 years old when the first run ended), and most of my older friends barely snuck into their original intended demographic. Also, I confess I’m saying nay about this movie having never seen it, but crediting myself with recently viewing Shrek the Third on opening day. So it’s up to you which situation is worse. I’ll say this, though. You won’t catch me carrying on 20 minute conversations at parties about a jolly green Ogre and his friends from the forest (or swamp).
At any rate, and before you diehards come to dress me up as Megatron and go to work with your wrenches and screwdrivers, I’ll reiterate that “at first glance” phrase. I’ve had a chance to go back and narrow my perspective on this matter and I’m thinking now that maybe these machines are like the fountain of youth for robo-nerds everywhere. If this is the way that Baby Boomers’ Babies can get back in touch with their inner child and escape the horrible headlines that dominate news nowadays, maybe it’s not so bad. I will say this. As my brother and I sat affixed to the preview (yes, before Shrek), I was shamed into looking at him and uttering aloud my self-hate, as I confessed to be somewhat interested in seeing it. I’ll chalk that up to good editing of the teaser.
One other note about the Transformers (which is a solid A- rating on Yahoo by users and a B- by critics). The show, with its lead character being in the person of an 18 wheeler colored up like Old Glory, is every bit as Japanese as it is American, despite its Patriotic color scheme. I just wanted to clarify that. I also wanted to let you all know that Peter Cullen, the voice of Optimus Prime, is Canadian; French Canadian in fact. I’ll leave that on the table for you the chew on.
Some people get back to their youth by eating ice cream, some live vicariously through their children and others watch cartoons. I guess I’m ok with it now. But if I catch any of these guys with some trading cards, there might be a problem. Grow up. Now excuse me, I’m going to play some pool basketball “H-O-R-S-E” in my above ground and follow that up with a Flintstone’s Push Up.
Be Well.
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06.21.07
Posted in Life, Music, JD at 1:15 pm by jd
I’ve been inspired by the VH1 Countdown post and the Top Summer Songs post and have decided to venture back into the realm of music myself; lets give this a whirl. The emotion music evokes can be therapeutic in a number of circumstances. These situations can include, but are not limited to the death of your dog, harsh feelings on war, scopin’ some fine ace on the streets or in da club, expressing resentment towards other musicians who you may not enjoy or everyone’s favorite, falling in love. In this blog, I’d like to tackle the opposite; breaking up. Everyone’s had to do it or will have to at some point, so I’d like to lend some assistance to those who might enter this boat in the not so distant future, as I don’t plan on it myself. No, “The Hardest Part of Breaking Up” by 2gether did not make the list. So without much further ado, I give to you, the 20 Best Break Up Songs (that I could think of over the past couple days) along with a lyric from each. This will include 5 classics and 15 you may not know. Enjoy, and then cry yourself to sleep. (Warning: Print and take to the bathroom, it’s a long one, longest ever maybe. Sorry.)
Los Songs Clasicos:
You Give Love a Bad Name – Bon Jovi
Does this song even need an explanation? If you can’t scream out your frustrations in ending a relationship where you were tortured, where can you? You promise me Heaven then put me through Hell. Chains of love got a hold on me, when passion’s a prison you can’t break free… Shot through the heart and you’re too blame, you give love a bad name. I play my part and you play your game…
Against All Odds – Phil Collins
This is for you hopeless romantics that hope the evil woman will come back. You’re holding out and thinking that she’ll come around, kind of like when you asked your Mom if you were allowed to stay over your girlfriend’s house in high school for the first time. She says no, but you pray she’ll change her mind and just trust you. It’s not happening, kids. I wish I could just make you turn around, turn around and see me cry. There’s so much I need to say to you, so many reasons why. You’re the only one who really knew me at all.
Positively 4th Street – Bob Dylan
A classic that you might not know, this song should transcend generations with its contemporary lyrics of desperation, but since it’s old and anyone born after 1980 is a pop-punk snob, this song will likely be lost in the depths sooner rather than later. But check it out, it’s a good’n. You got a lotta nerve to say you got a helping hand to lend, you just want to be on the side that’s winning… Do you take me for such a fool to think I’d make contact with the one who tries to hide what he don’t know to begin with?
End of the Road – Boyz II Men
Along with its Spanish counterpart (Al Final del Camino, released on the special edition version of CooleyHighHarmony), End of the Road is perhaps the sappiest R & B break up song of all time, and nothing less would be expected from Legends BIIM. This also could be the best Soundtrack song ever (Boomerang). This is another song for the people trying to win their boy/girl back. Well I can’t sleep at night without holding you tight, girl each time I try I just break down and cry. Pain in my head, oh I’d rather be dead, spinnin’ around and around.
I Will Survive – Gloria Gaynor
Everyone knows this hot jam, but few people equate it to breaking up, they just think of it as a hot jam that’s a classic. Parents can listen to it with their kids and reminisce about the days when Motown was where it’s at (I have no problem NOT listening to the Temptations, which is weird). I love this song because when I was a Junior in High School I went on a weekend trip to New York with my Drama Club (yes, I’m a Drama Nerd and I’m proud. Speaking of which, why call it drama club when 99% of high schools perform comedies because the directors think they are easier when in fact comedy is the most difficult style of acting to pull off? I smell another post, oh wait, I just haven’t showered yet today. Sorry, back to the post.) and we stayed a block from Times Square. One morning a group of us were going to eat breakfast next to where they shoot the Letterman show and as we walked out of our hotel, we heard this song playing. Figuring it was just someone playing music in the morning, we thought nothing of it, until we turned around and there on stage was Gloria Gaynor belting it out. Fantastic turn of events that morning. And Letterman even showed up to eat breakfast with us! Ok, not really. Go on now go, walk out the door, don’t turn around now cause you’re not welcome anymore. Weren’t you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye? Did you think I’d crumble? Did you think I’d lay down and die? Oh no, not I…
“Note” Worthy – We’re Not Making Love No More – Dru Hill
Los Songs That You Might Not Know
Screenwriting an Apology – Hawthorne Heights
This is for the people who like hybrid songs of heavier moments and softer touch. Similar in style to their song “Ohio is for Lovers,” this song says I want you back, but I’m not sure why. Just wake me when it’s over, when the curtains raise it’s time to move on. Exit now, credits rolling, the girl who stole my heart, the one that got away… Scene missing, fade to black, you’re acting all this out again.
Song for the Dumped – Ben Folds Five
The ultimate in angst ridden, get-out-of-my-life music. This song is about as subtle as Richard Simmons flirting at the Million Man March. Wait, you don’t get that reference? Me either, it’s because it’s doesn’t make sense. This song, however, does make sense, like Malcolm X rallying a crowd at the Gay Pride Festival. So you wanted to take a break? Slow it down some and have some space? F*** you too! Give me my money back, give me my money back you bitch! I want my money back. And don’t forget to give me back my black t-shirt. I wish I hadn’t bought you dinner right before you dumped me on your front porch.
Anywhere With You – Saves the Day
I love this song primarily because people that haven’t heard it and are just desperately looking for a song to put on a Mix Tape for a girl could mistake the title for something romantic only to hear it later and crap their pants while trying to explain to their lady friend the mix up (sound familiar, AJ?). I know I can’t come near you, everytime I do I get to shaking inside and the sun in my eyes so I’ll stay away. I’d rather be here than anywhere with you. I’ve been dancing with your ghost, toasting note to note. So here’s to the passing of all that could be between you and me.
Walk On – U2
Big U2 fans like Johnny Drama will know this one. It’s about having the strength to deal and get past the chick or dude that broke your heart. Victory! The only baggage you can bring is all that you can’t leave behind…And I know it aches and your heart, it breaks, you can only take so much. Walk on… You’ve got to leave it behind.
Another Lonely Day – Ben Harper
The next Hendrix (after his Star Spangled Banner performance in Cleveland) has a depressing song about being alone, welcome to the world of music. I think every musician has written a song like this at some point. I like this one. I’d rather walk alone than chase you around, I’d rather fall myself than have you drag me on down. It wouldn’t have worked out anyway, so for now it’s just another lonely day…
Bulimic – The Used
Catchy beat, pop-punk type band and song, what’s not to love, children of baby boomers? Plus its named after a common eating disorder, it’s perfectly fitting in this day and age. Makes me sick, no pun intended. And did I mention in this song that the guy is in control for a change? From the way that you acted to the way that I felt it, it wasn’t worth my time. And now it’s sad cause all I missed wasn’t that good to begin with. And now I’ve started you begging saying things that you don’t mean, it isn’t worth my time. A line’s a dime a million times and I’m about to see all of them… I’m about to see a million things I thought I’d never see before and I’m about to do all of the things I’ve dreamed of and I don’t even miss you at all. Goodbye to you, you’re taking up my time.
Empty Apartment – Yellowcard
Yellowcard is extremely underrated. They are the new Poison, the group no one expected to catch on but still made hits for years and years. The violin gets me. This song is about breaking up, but still being able to be there for each other and maybe remain buddies in time. I could put the entire song’s lyrics here, but just listen to it. Waking up from this nightmare, how’s your life? What’s it like there? Is it all what you want it to be? Does it hurt when you think about me and how broken my heart is?… When you get lonely and no one’s around, you know that I’ll catch you when you’re falling down. We came together but you left alone and I know how it feels to walk out on your own, maybe someday I will see you again and you’ll look me in my eyes and call me your friend.
Walking By – Something Corporate
The hardest part of making this list was whittling down the groups who had multiple songs and picking my favorite. So Co had a bunch of songs I could have used, as did spin off Jack’s Mannequin, but this song just takes the cake, narrowly edging “Bad Day” (It’s been a bad day, another bad day, and all I wanna do is look at you and know I’m ok.) and the Jack’s jam “Rescued” (Say you’ll miss me one last time, and I’ll be strong, whatever you do, just please don’t get me rescued). This song is beautifully harmonic to people of all ages and is just damn good writing. Plus, the piano is perfect for a melancholy tune. Why do you look when you’ve already found me?… Why do you leave these questions unanswered? The circus awaits, you’re already gone. My Cheshire Cat doorstop, with fear in her smile, what makes it so easy for you to be walking by? What did I do that you can’t seem to want me and why do we lie here and whisper goodbyes? Where can I go that your pictures won’t haunt me? What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?
Happier – Guster
Another just all around good song from a band that could have multiple on this list. This song is about time wasted and finally telling your ex to go pound salt. Well you knew this would come and you left me all alone, you’re lost and long gone, don’t take it so seriously, go on get going I’m fine on my own, and what got me this far, I finally got it figured out. And you’re gone now, and did it make you happier? One more inch, you son of a bitch, you’ve been a waste of my time, always! And now you’re half awake, you bend till you break and make the same mistake, always! So go on…
Don’t Push Love Away – The Juliana Theory
15 down, 5 to go and this one you probably haven’t heard. You’ll probably also have a hard time finding the full song unless you buy the album. This song is much different than most JT songs, it’s mellow and cool. It’s about telling a person who has trouble connecting that if they open up, things will be ok. Just like how Dr. Turk couldn’t open up to JD on Scrubs, but he finally did and everyone lived happily ever after with Appletini’s. Here’s a thought, if you’re willing to listen. I only tell the truth of the feelings I’m given. Can you hear me now? Listen. She’s crying… can you feel me now, this time? Whispers in the rain, lying awake. Don’t push love away, you know you do. It’s all we have.
She Says – Howie Day
Ah, finally a song that deals with the competition. This song, unlike the ‘N Sync ditty “It Makes Me Ill,” talks straight to the new guy. Whereas Justin is saying he met the new guy and he’s not worried about the competishhh, Howie is saying, “Look here, Buddy, you’ve got no shot.” Sweet is the sight of her room, window open by candle light. How would you know… and when she says she wants somebody else, I hope you know that she doesn’t mean you. And when she breaks down and makes a sound, you’ll never hear her the way that I do…
Slow Down – The Academy Is…
I love this song. It’s BAM! Right in your face, take this, eat it and leave me the hell alone you worthless piece of crap. The only way you could be less important to me is if your parents hadn’t bumped uglies to bring you here in the first place. Take back everything you ever said, you never meant a word of it, you never did. She said “Alright, alright slow down.” Oh no, we won’t cause I regret everything that I said to ever make her feel like she was something special or that she ever really mattered. Did she ever really matter?
Broken Promise Ring – The Ataris
Three songs left, all very high school. Check out the words, it’s a good upbeat jam. I really want to call you, but I know that it’s not right, I probably shouldn’t tell you, but I dreamt of you last night. I guess I’m not prepared to say Goodbye, so long, farewell, I won’t be seeing you again until next time that it goes our way. I guess that I’m wrong for falling in love, but you’re still the one that I’m thinking of, I guess that its you who I want to old onto, but you’re holding onto someone else…
Screaming Infidelities – Dashboard Confessional
This is the perfect little ditty to the chick that left you for another guy and is rubbing your face all in it at every possibly opportunity. We’ve all been with this girl and we all hate her now and hate how we made ourselves miserable over her. She wasn’t even worth it we say, then we listen to “Slow Down” (2 songs up) and make ourselves feel better. This is the ultimate cry over spilt milk song, and we really do hate ourselves for wallowing in it when it’s over. That said, it’s a large part of the grieving and growing process. I’m missing your bed, I never sleep, avoiding the spots where we’d have to speak, and this bottle of Beast is taking me home. I’m cuddling close to blankets and sheets, you’re not alone and you’re not discreet, make sure I know who’s taking you home. Well as for now I’m gonna hear the saddest songs and sit alone and wonder how you’re making out. But as for me, I wish that I was anywhere, with anyone, making out.
Sonny – New Found Glory
Finally, we reach the last song, compliments of AJ. I’d forgotten about this one and really, it’s just a sad song. It’s more about losing a loved one than breaking up, but it serves the purpose. I think it’s a fitting end based on it’s primary lyric. Read on. When you lose a part of yourself to somebody you know, it takes a lot to let go. With every breath that you remember, pictures fade away but memory’s forever. An empty chair at all the tables, and I’ll be seeing you when all my days boil down, for now we’ll say goodbye, we know it’s not the last time. I’ve lost the best part of my day. This is the last thing I, I will remember. It’s better where you’re going anyway.
“Note” Worthy – Sunday Drive by The Early November
The silence from the side of the car tells me everything and how we are. There’s no more trying to make this alright, there’s no more trying tonight. Twelve days gone by since I have saw you last, I’ll give this one more try. I’ll give it all my best and I’ll ask what could you be doing that is so much fun without me by your side? And I will take a step back, and I’ll let you ahead and I will take a step away and see if you come back because there’s no more trying to make this alright. We will never be the same until you’re done.
Be well.
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06.12.07
Posted in Life, Music, Television, Sports, JD at 9:01 am by jd
A little bit of this, a little bit of that…
Lists, Over Rated/Under Rated and whatever else I can think of to jot down.
5 Songs I couldn’t live without:
Something Corporate - Watch the Sky
Counting Crows - Anna Begins
Ben Folds Five - Evaporated
2Pac - Unconditional Love
Billy Joel - Piano Man
5 Unnerving Commercials That Need to Be Pulled
The BeepBeep.com Commercial with it’s stupid jingle
Anything for a Chevy Silverado or Toyota Tundra
The Yaz Birth Control Pill Commercial
The Coors Light Commercial where “It Turned Blue!”
The UPS White Board Commercials. I hate that guy and his whiteboard magic.
5 Shows That I “Don’t” Like
Rescue Me
The Hills
Deal or No Deal
Scrubs
Two-A-Days
BURGERS
O/R - Ruby Tuesday U/R - Red Robin
In N Out remains the gold standard in the burger world. But for those of us not privileged enough to be near one, I recommend the Banzai Burger at Red Robin. Tasty and affordable. Also, if you get a chance to try “Five Guys Famous Burgers and Fries,” do it, it’ll be well worth your money. They are as close as you can get to a fast food In N Out type burger North East of the Mississipi.
MUSIC
O/R - REM U/R - Travis
Notice I didn’t put a link to REM’s website, I just don’t care enough. For years they have gotten by on the exact same song (Man on the Moon, Losing My Religion, What’s the Frequency, Kenneth? They are all based around the exact same chords and rhythm structures) and a subpar, if not distinctive, voice. Now before all you REM fans jump down my throat, I am not saying they are bad. I do believe they are a great band, maybe even Hall of Fame worthy, but the way they have disappeared from the mainstream since, well really since “Everybody Hurts” is inexplicable; other than people got sick of hearing the same voice backed by the same song. And I’m sorry diehards (Diesel), REM is no longer mainstream, and that’s fine. True fans still adore their music, everyone else couldn’t care less. Travis, on the other hand, rebounds from a fantastically bad fourth album with a solid effort in their new work, “The Boy With No Name.” It’s technically not due for release until July 5th, but it can be had, especially on iTunes, where Diesel is quick to point out that you get a secret song, “Perfect Heaven Space.” It’s a definite keeper (as was Blue Flashing Light, a secret song on their earlier CD, “The Man Who”). They love these guys in the UK.
5 Reasons the Cavaliers Will Get Swept In the Finals
Mike Brown’s ignorance on the offensive end of the court
Mike Brown’s inability to use timeouts
The Spurs are just too good
Mike Brown’s ineptitude in making changes to his lineup
Danny Ferry is in cahoots with Gregg Poppovich (after all, he hired Mike Brown!)
I think you’ve had your fill, Go Cavs!
Be Well.
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06.06.07
Posted in Music, Sports, JD at 1:13 pm by jd
I went through a phase around 8th or 9th grade and again towards the end of high school. I think I skipped the college phase but now am getting hit again full force. Yes, I have again been listening to country music. Now I know what you’re thinking, “Why?” Well, other than the obvious reasons (it’s become more a hybrid or “crossover” with main stream pop thanks to Faith Hill, we’ve been bombarded with Patriotic country songs and Carrie Underwood being potentially the most gorgeous person in the world), I really think I dig the creativity involved in these songs.
Take Carrie for example (in my mind we’re on a first name basis). Her song “Before He Cheats” is basically a tale of how she was cheated on for a “girly girl” and in revenge, destroyed the guy’s prize possession, in this case a truck. So what if Justin Timberlake can sing to Britney to cry him a river? So what if Usher can confess? Carrie says, hey check this out! Go for it, cheat on me, see what happens! You can’t tell me you honestly believe she’ll ever have a boyfriend cheat on her after hearing that song, even if she didn’t write it and its not autobiographical (or biographical, whichever is appropriate here). Plus, how can you not love a hot girl who says this, “Right now he’s probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can’t shoot whiskey.” So hot right now.
The next song I find rather interesting is supposedly the number 1 country tune in the, umm, country. “Good Directions” by Billy Currington is the song and it tells about a girl from Hollywood who meets a guy selling turnip greens on the side of a road. She asks him for directions since she’s lost and he says basically, go get some tea and come on back. Naturally, she does. The clever line, “A left will take you to the interstate, but a right will bring you right back here to me” could have been written by any old sap. But I feel that this pedestrian tone to the line of a song about an average guy getting his dream girl makes everyone feel like they would have a chance with their girl in a similar situation, like if I was to meet Carrie Underwood, for example. Don’t ask me what turnip greens are.
Finally, the song “Alcohol” by Brad Paisley is bound to be the new “Friends in Low Places.” You know what I mean, the very much country song that transcends music genre lines and becomes a favorite at weddings and Prom nights for years to come. Let’s be honest, who doesn’t like a song that’s sung from the perspective of the alcohol which most of you live to consume. It is always creative to give a personality to something inanimate (see Wilson in Castaway), but something so profound as the life blood of teens everywhere? It almost makes TOO much sense, that’s why no one ever thought to do it before. “And since the day I left Milwaukee, Lynchburg and Bordeaux, France, been making the bars lots of big money, and helping white people dance. I got you in trouble in high school, but college, now that was a ball. You had some of the best times you’ll never remember with me, alcohol.”
Good stuff. I don’t know why all of a sudden I’m listening to country again, but I am. I’ll let you know when the phase ends.
Baseball fans and Barry Bonds haters, check out this article from “The Onion.” You’ll love it.
Be well.
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06.04.07
Posted in Life, Saved by the Bell, Television, Sports, News, JD at 2:39 pm by jd
A little bit of this, a little bit of that…
So the Cavs are in the Eastern Conference Finals, the Indians are in first place in the AL central and the Browns are optimistic about a successful season for the first time in years, even if it’s because we have yet to lose a game with our new roster. Successful teams right now in Cleveland? Umm, what? This is something that no one in Cleveland, no matter how young or old, is used to. People are talking about the Cavs dominating the Eastern Conference for the next 10 years. Several experts have picked the Indians to win the AL pennant. And just from a personal standpoint, don’t the Browns have an extremely intriguing offense? (Jamal Lewis is trim and healthy, we have a franchise quarterback to push our “veteran” to play better, they are protected by a 100% improved offensive line and this all leads to the skill players that we drafted 3 and 4 years ago being able to show their stuff. Braylon Edwards and Kellen Winslow might actually get the ball!) Our sports teams are locked down for the short term and the long term, at least so it seems. It is a darn good day to be a Cleveland sports fan. Now bring back the Force!
I have never had chills like I did after we whooped the cry babies from up north on Saturday night. What an achievement! This is something no Cavalier team had ever done, history was made throughout the series. It was pointed out to me, though, that it’s very bittersweet to achieve this without the likes of Price, Daugherty, Hot Rod Williams, Larry Nance and Craig Ehlo. They were there in spirit; maybe even more than spirit when you look at it. Daniel Gibson showed the fearlessness and shooting ability of Mark Price, Z showed the lay up skills and ability to be an inside presence when it was needed that were Daugherty’s trademarks (before heading to be a NASCAR analyst), Drew Gooden played the power forward position and scored with a shot reminiscent of Larry Nance’s throw back over the head “gun slinging” style. Our post players off the bench showed the inside toughness of the Hot Rod (Varejao even wears a funky high teens number like Hot Rod did). And Sasha Pavlovic, wearing his predecessor’s number 3, locked down Rip Hamilton for the brunt of the series and hit shots when they were needed. So maybe our studs were there after all, in spirit and the bodies of our current players. Great job, fellas, now go get the Spurs!
Two more Saved By the Bell notes:
A: Couldn’t they have sucked it up and gotten licensing from artists to use real music on the show? They did this twice and they are two of the most memorable episodes of the series (the songs were “How Am I Supposed to Live Without You?” and of course “I’m So Excited”). Instead they used poor man’s late 80’s house music based around a saxophone for every school dance function and every scene segue. Tell me you wouldn’t love to wake up to SBTB one morning and see the kids all gettin’ down at a dance and screaming the words to “Livin’ On a Prayer.” You can’t tell me you wouldn’t die to see that.
B: When Good Morning Miss Bliss became SBTB and the shows went into syndication, they introduced a segment where Zack started off each episode with an intro as to what will be forthcoming. I wish they’d do this for all the episodes now. Get Mark Paul back into the swing of things, maybe throw Mario Lopez in the mix too, since they are the only two who are still relevant from the show (and MPG is barely hanging on).
A client of mine lost her brother in Iraq in 2005. She recently had a $50,000 memorial constructed for him and all the other Ohioans lost in the war and she called to insure it, basically because she’s worried that people against the war will vandalize it. What a sick reality. People, whether you are for or against this war is your prerogative, but supporting your troops is not. The vast majority of these troops enlisted to protect your judgmental ass in any capacity possible. They didn’t choose to go to Iraq, they go where they’re told. So for you to say you are not going to support our troops is like Stewie Griffin punching Lois in the face the first time she fed him because he’s lactose intolerant and she couldn’t have known. She was trying to help him by feeding, didn’t know it was detrimental to offer her chest, and was chastised for the mistake. Yeah, it’s a completely unrelated example from a fictional cartoon television show, but when you berate people who sign up to watch your back, you deserve to see how ridiculous you are. You’re no better than an English accented cartoon baby who’s plotting to kill his mother because her caring for him interferes to much with his personal life. Shut up and say thank you. You don’t have to support the war, but when someone puts their ass on the line for you, the least you can do is say thanks. Those of you that do so, pat yourselves on the back.
I hate long blog posts. Sorry. Copy, paste and take it to the bathroom with you.
I was recently in Myrtle Beach for a week. The first full day I was there, Sunday, was the end of “Black Biker Week” which comes the week immediately after “Biker Week.” Equality is alive and well in the south.
Myrtle Beach was sunny Sunday through Friday while I was there. When I left Ohio on Saturday, it was raining. When I got home the next Saturday, it was raining. It’s rained everyday since I’ve been home. O-H!!!
One final note, please don’t replace Bob Barker. Please just develop a new game show directed toward old folks homes where the only excitement is a xylophone sounding bell and someone jumping up and down. This is really the only way. Replacing Roddy was tough, replacing Bob will be impossible. Please, please, please just cancel the Price is Right. It’s the only way to do the show justice.
Go Cavs! Beat the Spurs!
Be well.
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05.24.07
Posted in Saved by the Bell, Life, Television, Sports, JD at 4:19 pm by jd
A little bit of this, a little bit of that…
Saved By the Bell update – How do you know you’re getting old? When you start way overanalyzing Saved by the Bell to the point where it makes you take a week away from the show; not that I know from experience (dude). Today, the Super Station showed the episode where one of Bayside’s most favorite, revered alumni passes away, he was the guy who created the elastic strip on underwear. This man left Bayside a stack of high society (that’s 10 g’s for those of you not “in the know”) and Mr. Belding has decided he’ll let the student body vote on how the money should be used.
TIMEOUT.
This would never happen. No principal would allow the students to decide where a donation could best be spent when it comes to his school. That’s issue number 1 of an undetermined amount of issues. Number 2 is that when everyone speaks to promote their idea to the school as to how the money should be spent, Zack and Slater offer the following idea. Let me just remind you that this is 10,000 dollars. Their idea is to put Astroturf on the football field AND build a dome over the baseball field. These are the same people who supposedly can look at a car and estimate the amount it would take to fix it’s damage.
TIMEOUT.
They are not that stupid. We couldn’t think of a better segue to the plot than Slater and Zack making this comment? Couldn’t this have been Ox and his cronies? Or would that have made too much sense? Ox is the moron jock of the show, the writers should have let him do his job. Furthermore, after Mr. Belding points out the absurdity of the dome and turf idea, Zack says, “Ok, Ray Bans for all the outfielders!” and everyone cheers. In the Early 90’s, this comment clearly should have been “Oakleys” and not Ray Bans. They were much cooler and still up and coming amongst the teen demographic. Skip forward and this whole scenario leads to Tori of all people (God I hate Tori) suggesting that the money be used on girls sports. What?!?!
TIMEOUT.
That’s even more ludicrous than building a Minor League worthy stadium for such a meager donation. Slater correctly points out that girls sports count, “just not as much.” And you know what? He’s right! He accurately sums up why guys sports get so much more press and money than girls do, they bring in the revenue. Finally something intelligent is spoken! However, the girls take issue with this truth and so Belding decides to have a “boys vs. girls” competition for the money. Zack thinks of a scam, it gets uncovered when Screech opens his mouth (go figure) and it blows up in their face. The girls win the money, give some to the mini golf team and everyone’s happy.
Plus Ginger (Veronica Vaughan of Billy Madison fame) is in this episode, you have to love that. So I had 3 issues with the episode, not counting the obvious fact that it was a Tori episode and should therefore be banned from television faster than the Michael Jackson Concert Special for Rainbow Babies and Children’s Hospital titled, “Live at Neverland Ranch: And no, Johnny Depp won’t be there, no adults are allowed!”
Onto more pressing and important matters…
In the vein of Jayson Stark’s new book about overrated and underrated baseball players at each position, I’d like to list some overrated and corresponding underrated things.
Medical Show:
Overrated (OR) – Grey’s Anatomy (Duh) Under (UR) – House Correctly (CR) - ER
Note: We all know my Grey’s feelings, everyone that has seen House more than once loves it, but not many people watch it still. That’ll change. Don’t “kill off” Omar Epps. ER’s been banging it out forever. Not as much bang anymore, still worth watching for the long time hangers on.
Breakfast Food:
OR – Eggs of any kind UR – Yogurt Parfait w/ Fruit CR – Cereal
Eggs and heart attack are synonymous. Cereal is a great fall back, but yogurt with some Granola and fruit fills you up and is healthy. Plus you’ll be regular all day. Can you ask for more?
Body Washing Technique
OR – The Vegan Self Cleansing Method UR – The Brush CR – Bar Soap
You’re not an oven, my vegan friend. Please go take a shower and this time bring some artificial suds. Use a brush and some body wash for full effect. It’s like having someone scratch your back and getting a sponge bath all at the same time, and you don’t have to sit in your own filth like you would with an actual bath. Use the brush in the shower! And bar soap is like cereal and ER, it’s old reliable. Use this hunk of fat when you feel like being frugal. It’ll get you clean and sometimes smells nice.
Game Time Beverage
OR – Beer UR – Mixed Drinks CR – Soda Pop
Yes, beer is overrated while watching a game, especially when outside like at a baseball game. People at baseball games usually drink about 3 beers if they are drinking for a reason other than “I like the taste of beer.” So if you’re drinking to get a buzz before driving home, why not have 2 mixed drinks which will give you roughly the same alcohol content if you get them at the right place (and don’t order something weaker than Elizabeth Berkeley’s acting), won’t dehydrate you as much and will have a much higher novelty factor? You can drink beer whenever, go for the hard stuff and save the beer for the college kids. Soda pop is great for the designated driver (and, “Duff wholeheartedly supports the Designated Driver program. Now who is ready to party!).
One more beef before I go. There are two types of people in Ohio who buy cars made by Ford. The people who bleed red, white and blue and only buy domestic then make everyone feel bad about their choice of car if it’s not Ford or GM; and the people who buy them because they are affordable (read: cheap), most of whom work for Ford and feel they have no other choice.
The latter are the people who put the “I work for Ford, I drive a Ford” license plate holder on their Escape to make us feel like they’re loyal. Well I had a client come in the other day to insure his brand new Ford Focus. Yes, he works for Ford. His words to me, VERBATIM, were the following: “Jay, I can’t wait until I retire so that I can be a Honda or Toyota. Just something that’s reliable that I know I’ll be able to drive for 5-10 years without a problem.” What a sparkling endorsement from the guy building Ford E Series vans. Is it a wonder that I want nothing to do with that dirty four letter F word?
This isn’t the worst. The worst is the first group of consumers. You know them, trust me. They are the “holier than thou,” judgmental, snooty, look-all-the-way-down-their-nose-into-the-pig-pen-where-everyone-else-is-doomed a-holes that make this country what it is and shouldn’t be; arrogant. Yes, I drive a Honda. Yes, my car was manufactured in Ohio. Several Ford vehicles are manufactured in Mexico with European parts. Chrysler is backed by a German company. Yet, my car, which was made right here in the United States, in the state in which I reside, is the problem.
“Well the profits go back to Japan” you say. True, but I don’t think the Ohioan that snapped my bumpers on is giving anything back to the company that isn’t laced with saline and running on a second hand (sweat and time). Furthermore, my car’s company didn’t outsource all of its engineering to another company and still has manufacturing factories for all its car models in its own country. So in reality, my car’s company is domestically friendly as well as friendly in foreign affairs.
So go ahead Ford and GM owners, keep saying that your car that came from a German guy’s idea and was put together by a Mexican makes you a better American while you just voted down a tax levy that would’ve given more tax money to the crippled school districts because you saw a commercial on your Mitsubishi big screen that reminded you that you’re F-650 needs gas and you can’t afford another tax expense.
After all, the Persian rugs come in any day.
Just leave me alone when I pull into your driveway, unassumingly, in my “foreign” car. Everyone’s entitled to their own patriotism.
Oh and by the way, our country wouldn’t be half of what it is now, not even a fraction, in fact, without trade, imports and exports. So kiss my red, white and blue behind.
Be well.
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05.18.07
Posted in Television, JD at 11:46 am by jd
I tried.
I mean, I gave a full tilt, concentrate on the task at hand, listen to biased opinions, go with the hometown crowd, become emotionally attached, man-sized effort. I really attempted to enjoy myself. I just can’t. I can’t get into Grey’s Anatomy. Not even the “powerful” season finale could shake me. I’m going to try and diagnose why.
First things first, I can’t watch Meredith Grey (the title character) and be suspended in the disbelief that she’s some kind of prize to be fought over by several dudes. With respect to Ellen Pompeo, shouldn’t Katherine Heigl be the sexual protagonist? The one who the other female doctors want to strangle (because she is such a hottie) and the male doctors want to wrap themselves around? I guess my point here is this: Shouldn’t the main character of a show be the former model as opposed to the former “Strangers With Candy” co-star? Maybe I’m wrong here, but make no mistake, if this show was called “Izzy’s Anatomy,” the male viewership would increase ten fold.
Which leads me to my next problem, Izzy is in love with George? Come on now, the dude is the “nice guy” nerdy looking intern. AND George can pick between Callie and Izzy and he doesn’t pick the more attractive girl who he’s been friends with forever? Give me a break. That’s a no brainer. Happiness is, supposedly, marrying your best friend, and this guy goes with the not as hot bitchy girl instead. This guy is either a moron (which is extremely possible since he failed his internship) or the writers and casting people for the show don’t know what the other hand is doing. The Latino lovin’ would have to be a 15 on the Richter Scale to make this storyline feasible.
Sandra Oh is a good actress. I’m so glad she didn’t get married though, because the storyline featuring her and her fiancee was painful to watch. No chemistry between the actors and it was just plain bad. Sorry. I wanted to fast forward the TiVo through all wedding related scenes, but didn’t for research sake. My only saving grace was Izzy in a bridesmaid’s dress.
And what about Izzy’s ex-boyfriend? Alex I think is his name. Is he really chasing a girl that can’t even remember her life prior to entering the hospital? Or the one who is choosing to forget that life; however it played out, I don’t know. He seems a decent fellow, I bet his frat misses him. I’m not sure what his character’s purpose is in the show, though. Then again, the whole show is a muddled, confusing mess, so I’m not surprised.
Alex is looking for booty from the red-headed doctor. Allison maybe? Alex and Allison, how alliterate, how cute. They had an episode where they tried to spin Allison off to her own show giving her all sorts of inner conflicts and twisted feelings. It didn’t work. She comes off as way too stable in the midst of crisis. Plus I think she’s overly mature for a 39 year old. Two to one that show gets canceled faster than “Joey.”
I’m not going into the other couple doctors because I liked the one who is constantly yelling at people and the Chief until the other day, when the show decided to make them vulnerable. It was stupid. Leave them in control of their emotions and stick with the Gene Hackman from Hoosiers attitude, “My way or the highway.” That didn’t work for me. Especially when the plot twist with the Chief’s Ex-wife was easy to see from a mile away, even I called it.
And finally we come to McWhat’sTheirNames. One looks like a porn star and the other one looks like a 50 year old man. Now I realize that the 50 year old can’t be chasing a girl as attractive as Heigl, because that would seem odd if she returned affection; so in that sense, Pompeo works as Grey. However, the porn star looking dude would never go for Meredith in real life, and would be much more prone to a chick like Izzy. So either cast it differently next time around, or write it differently where McTheSecondOne goes after Izzy instead of Meredith. Much like Callie and George, Meredith must be great behind closed doors in order to validate all this attention.
In summation: Guys don’t buy that these doctors are competing over a 37 year old actress who looks like Calista Flockhart in her 40’s and after talking to a nutritionist. The fact is, I don’t know what would help this show be entertaining, at least not for me. I’m not drinking the Kool-Aid, so to speak. Just know that I tried, and for those of you who like watching Ally McBeal, MD, I’m sorry for the honesty. But you know there’s a problem when I had to fight off falling asleep during Grey’s between 10 and 11 (when I watched on the TiVo) and then was wide awake lying in bed watching “Scrubs.”
I had more issues to talk about, but I don’t feel like typing anymore, plus no one will read this anyway.
Be Well.
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