The people we love to hate
I think the most important aspect of reality TV is not the kind loving people that touch our hearts, while we like them they are not what bring us back. No, what bring us back time and time again is the conniving, super whiners, backstabbing and just plain evil contestants. A perfect example of this is the newest bachelor. While I personally like the sweet girls I really enjoy the cattiness and the drama that the ‘crazies’ create. Is it totally wrong that part of me wants the girl who everyone hates to stay on for a couple more shows?
To my co-workers:
I speak to you in confidentiality: I have a bit of a weight problem that comes from an addictions to all things sweet.
And you’re all enablers.
Sure, I understand that it’s a season of celebration, and that because it’s winter we’re all wearing thicker (and looser) clothing, but the constant supply of fresh-baked goods and butter-infused sweets is too much—is it too much to ask for an apple?
American Idol is coming (again)…do you care?
Today, I was cleaning my home office and found a CD that a friend had given to me in jest. It contains the “hot tracks” of American Idol finalists, as presented by Dreyer’s Slow Churned Rich and Creamy. Delicious ice cream; appalling music. The disc and cover currently serve as the drink coaster for my desk.
I watched the first couple of seasons of American Idol, but then lost interest in anything other than the opening rejections. Last season, I watched several episodes, and found renewed interest in the showdown between David and David. I recently listened to David Cook’s debut album—I was quite hopeful, as I really like his voice…but the album fell flat. I hope he doesn’t end up on an album distributed by Dreyer’s.
Oh well, at least we can be proud of Kelly and Carrie.
Redefining "housewife"
I missed the reunion of the “Real Housewives of Atlanta,” and heard that it was well worth the hour. Fortunately, a rerun was in the lineup for Turkey Day, and I was glued to the set. Some people amaze me.
My wife and I have debated which housewives are trashier, and she argues it’s this crew. Having lived in the South most of my life, I think that this cast is more confrontational, but they’re no more vain or wrapped up in a narcissistic bubble than any of the other “housewives.”
But let’s talk about that term for a minute. Maybe it’s just me, but when I think of a housewife I think of a woman who cooks and cleans (in addition to mothering any children she may have). Most of the women on the show have kids, but how many do anything beyond shopping and socializing? Two of them have more staff members than a hotel.
And what’s with Kim? She can’t be 30–her voice deterioration and Botox addiction both point to a more mature age. She’d look good for 50, though.
Stuffing the turkey
And by turkey, I mean me.
Yep, it’s that time of year. Only, the wife and I have already celebrated Thanksgiving with her family, and I was in charge of dessert. I have an insatiable sweet tooth (in case you haven’t picked up on that already). I had a craving for molasses, so I made two bourbon pecan pies, and a pan of pumpkin shizzle (it’s called that because…well…it’s the shizzle).
For those celebrating Thanksgiving on Thanksgiving: Happy Thanksgiving!
Social experiment: Hands in the candy jar
This story has a bit of history: early in the summer, things were quiet throughout the office, so my co-workers and I decided to get creative. Our employer discontinued the weekly staff break that we looked forward to on Fridays, so we started gathering in one of the larger offices and organizing activities. We started by drawing targets on the whiteboard and competing for accuracy with a Nerf gun (I’m a really good shot, by the way).
On one such occasion we decided, collectively, that we needed a snack, so I travelled down the hall to see if one of our fellow team members would offer the bounty of his candy jar. Since he wasn’t around, I “borrowed” it, later returning the jar sans Snickers, Kit-Kats and Mr. Goodbars; we left him the Crunch bars.
My coworker wasn’t as sympathetic to our cause as I would have hoped, and immediately demanded that I replenish his supplies. I did…it just took me four months. Alas, my debt has been repaid.
Anyway, last week I walked into his office, expecting to see the assortment of Snickers Minis I had paid him, but instead I found the jar full of candied pineapple and papaya. I asked where the rest of the trail mix had gone, to which my coworker replied that he was conducting a social experiment.
As I opened the jar to sample the goods, he explained that he was curious to see if guests would 1) eat fruit that 2) isn’t individually wrapped, instead of candy. I responded with a simple request: that he find a mix with mango.
The fruit was eventually consumed, but it lasted much longer than its chocolate predecessors.
Two things I rarely see:
- Rain. Love it.
- Groceries. It’s nice to have food again (for a day, at least).
Schedules have been quite hectic lately, so it’s been quite a while since anyone’s gone grocery shopping. Last night, I had a craving for cold milk (no, I’m not pregnant), so I stopped by the store on the way home from work. The ambrosia apples were on sale, and quite crisp, as were the Coco Roos—SaveMart’s version of Coco Puffs. Damn, I love Coco Roos.
Trick or Treat
I’m taking a break from the TV tonight, as I know it’ll be hard to find anything on that isn’t scary. Or stupid.
Anyway, I’m sitting at Starbucks, writing my life’s story and wondering why a parent would bring her kids to a coffee chain to pander for candy (while she stands outside), and in walks a couple in full costume. Grown adults, in obnoxious attire.
The first shot is a candid of them preparing their coffee; sorry, all I had was my camera phone. They sat next to me for a few minutes, and after making a joke about how they would be on the Internet after tonight, I asked if I could snap a more formal picture (thus the pose).
Here’s the kicker: they didn’t dress up for Halloween, they dressed up for a wedding. (!)
Bravo! to BRAVO
I am sadly without many of my reality TV channels this semester. However, luckily Bravo feeds me a steady diet of new and innovative reality TV shows. From Top Design to the Houswives, life is good! Another positive aspect of Bravo is their all day maranthon’s. Does anyone have an opinion on who should win Top Design? I am torn!
Ode to a Cupcake
Oh Cupcake so small and sweet.
You are like a real cake but nicer and neat.
With your frosting swirls and little size,
You fit in my mouth with just one try.
Oh, cupcake why do you expand my thighs!
Found on http://drewlovescake.com/cupcake.html