Saturday, January 1, 2011

Less is Morrison

In the January edition of DETAILS magazine, Matthew Morrison (Mr. Shue in Gleek Speak) admits he is annoyed by people focusing on his sex appeal instead of his raw talent.

After telling the reporter this, it seems he spent hours frolicking on a Malibu beach, with his shirt off, in front of a photographer.

Don't worry Matthew, your raw talent is written all over your oily abs.

Hello Full Body Scanner

After making it through airport security at LAX, I was disconcerted to find these items on sale next to Hudson News. Obviously, the new security measures are not successfully keeping weapons of mass destruction from entering our airport terminals.

Rebragable Bag

Now that it's 2011, can the recyclable grocery bag stop bragging about being a recyclable grocery bag? In 2006, you were avante garde enough to get away with this, now you're too main stream to tote accolades along with your eggs.

Happy New Year, Indeed!

On this, the first day of January, 2011, OWN launched with much fanfare and fervor. My remote doesn't go past channel 13, so I missed this historic event.

I might have to break down and become the worst cliche of all...a starving artist who has cable.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Rap Goes 'Hey Hey'

Has anyone else noticed rap lyrics have gone gay?

The new song by Kid Cudi declares:

"All the crazy sh** I did tonight, those will be the best memories.
I just wanna let it go for a while, that will be the best therapy for me."

Coolio would have had his dreads cut off if he rhymed the word therapy back in '95. We are making progress.

There's Only One Mickey

Last night I finally saw Black Swan.

Fun movie...except the ending completely copied The Wrestler.

Being a fan of your own work can be dangerous, but don't worry Darren, it's a struggle I embrace everyday.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

I Feel Like Such A Man!

Earlier this week I bought my new Mac Book.

And today, I successfully set up wireless internet. All. By. Myself.

Right now, I'm officially blogging from my sofa; it's so refreshing not having to trek all the way to my desk to type about myself.

Later tonight, I plan to gChat from my bed just so I can feel like Tom Hanks in You've Got Mail.