So is anyone else ridiculously excited for Glee? Have y’all seen the promos? I watch it every single time it comes on. Every time. Considering it comes on at least twice an episode during American Idol, that’s a lot.
And yet, it never gets old.
But why is Fox teasing us? Why show us the first episode now, and then make us wait until the fall to see the rest? Not cool, Fox. (And while I’m talking to Fox via the Interweb, may I add, please don’t cancel Dollhouse. It’s finally awesome! I want to know what happens! Why is Ballard there? What’s going to happen with Echo and Alpha? WHO IS ALPHA? [I mean, we know who he is, but who was he? How did he get to be so powerful?] Also, seeing Alan Tudyk kick ass on Dollhouse is making me seriously reconsider the whole Firefly thing. Maybe I’ll give it a third try. Cause Alan Tudyk plus Nathan Fillion can only add up to amazing. And delicious.])
In case you’ve somehow managed to miss the awesomness that is the Glee promo, here it is.
OMG, everyone. (By the way, if the Wordpress stats are correct, there’s a whole bunch of new people reading this. So, hello, welcome, hope you keep reading.)
Anyway, I will write a proper review later, but I just want to say, I’m here at work, listening to the newly-released Ben Folds Presents University A Cappella!, and it is incredible!
You know how every once in awhile, an album will come around that is so enjoyable, that you find yourself thinking, “Man, this is SO great” multiple times during your first listen? I’ve been doing that for the past nine tracks. Not every one has been a winner, but most are, and they’re SO great.
So, if you’re a big dork like me (and Andy Bernard) and like a little a cappella in your life, go pick up this CD. Now! What are you waiting for?
Video of the Day: If you need more convincing, here’s my favorite track (of the 9 songs I’ve listened to so far – there are 16 total.)
So, I just read this, confirming that there will, in fact, be a Sex and the City movie sequel.
*sigh* Really? Really?
Listen, guys. I love you. In fact, over the past year, I’ve come to realize that Sex and the City is my favorite TV show of all time. Yes, of all time. Those of you who know me know what a huge deal it is for me to make this realization. It was up against some pretty heavy hitters, too – Buffy, Gilmore Girls, Friends, Cheers, Northern Exposure…
But..here’s the thing. I thought the ending to the show was perfect. It was the most satisfying ending to a show ever.
Then you made the movie. I was skeptical, especially after I heard my Steve was going to cheat on Miranda. (Thanks, ex-Internet friend, for blurting that out without warning and spoiling me. Thanks a lot. Not that I’m still bitter…) But, I ended up loving it. There were some plot lines I wasn’t crazy about (Did Samantha really have to break up with Smith? Why didn’t they give Harry anything to do?) but overall, I loved it. And I got into the spirit. Over at my old blog, I declared the month of May Sex and the City month, and wrote several posts about the show and movie.
But..what else can you do? Break up Carrie and Big…again? Get Carrie pregnant, when Big – who was always written as older than Carrie – has to be at least in his mid to late 50s, and Carrie is in her mid-40s?* What?
Listen, I thought you all did a great job with the movie. And I had a lot of fun watching the show again and anticipating the big opening day. But, know when to stop. Please. Because I know myself, and I know that I will be there, in line on opening weekend, in a cute dress wearing my Carrie Sarah necklace. If there’s more to the SaTC story, I’m gonna have to go see. And it’s gonna suck, because after six seasons and a movie, there’s really nothing else you can do. Your heroine married her man. Her friends are all happy. The city lives on. Everything is fabulous.
Don’t go and fuck that up for me and the millions of other fans around the world. Please. We like how you left things.
But if you must make another movie, be careful. Surprise me. Make me eat my words. Earn it.
* I realize this may be offensive, as it was also announced that SJP and Matthew Broderick are expecting twins (through a surrogate). I did not intended to offend anyone. But, more to the point, it is completly out of character for Carrie and Big to have kids. That’s just not who they are. They’re the fun aunt and uncle types, who bring over toys and take their friends’ kids out to the circus. Not parents.
Video of the Day: You’re never gonna top this, Michael Patrick King. Stop trying.
I shall write about most, if not all, of these topics:
1.) The awesomeness of Grey Gardens, and how awesome it was to see Broadway Boyfriend Malcolm play piano on screen
2.) The awesomeness of This American Life Live, and how awesome it was to see NPH on the big screen
3.) My new media love
4.) My new mix of sad songs. (But it’s a good thing)
5.) Watching naked men on stage. No, really. I saw a play last weekend with naked men on stage. I’ll write about the play too, which was excellent.
I’m coming off two-plus weeks of being busy every single day, and just had a relaxing weekend of doing nothing yet managing to be productive. So I’ll be back on track soon, I promise. In the meantime, check out Ira Glass on The Colbert Report last week. Is it any wonder why America loves this guy?
Maybe I’m just cranky today, but seriously: I don’t care. Sorry, internets. I don’t care about your beloved show.
This is only an issue because literally every TV/media related blog I read has been rife with “Save Chuck” posts. Arrghh!
It’s not that I don’t appreciate trying to save a show in danger of non-renewal. I’ve even made a few pleas myself, on behalf of Friday Night Lights. So I get it. But I still don’t care.
I just hope the good people at NBC make up their minds soon, so that I can stop reading about what a great show it is (even though it sucked big time when I watched, and every time I read a recap, I start to doze off).
Can I say it? I’m gonna say it:
Shut up, Chuck.
(This post has been brought to you by major crankiness. My next post will be much more upbeat, I promise.)
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