Big Zach Attack

Was it me or did Zach's nomination speech on Sunday sound like a little kid who never got picked for the team or asked to go to parties and was the one who always ended up eating lunch alone at school.

Zack, would you like some bitter cheese to go with the bitter wine made from your bitter grapes?



I'm not sure if I want you representin' Burbank anymore.

Also, while Dick has made for a Summer of good television, he's living in Delusionland if he thinks he can win. His abrasive game playing pretty much sealed his fate in the game. If he's in the final two (and there's a very good chance he might be), there's no way anybody on the jury would dispassionately think "Well, he did play a good game. He deserves my vote." Instead, the jury will vote by emotion, boiling the vote down to "I will vote for anybody other than Dick."

Indiana Jones

Next year's new Indiana Jones movie now has a title:




Indiana Jones and The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

Ooooooh.

Yeah, yeah. I know Indy (Harrison Ford) is getting a little long in the tooth, but with Spielberg behind the wheel and the fact that Ford could kick the crap out of whippersnappers half his age, this looks to be some good fixins next year.

Those Aren't Cramps...

Woman has 23 needles in body

Ouch!

I'm glad all my Grandmother did was buy me clothes at Christmas.

New iPods!

This past Wednesday, Apple announced new ways to liberate me from my money: New iPods!

First was the iPod Touch -- an iPhone without the phone. Same cool touch-screen interface, including WiFi connectivity and the Safari browser. I have no interest in this one. Why? The two storage capacity options were 8 GB and 16 GB models. I currently have an 80 GB iPod and have loaded almost 50 GB of music on it already.

Second was the new Nano. Looks like the baby brother to the regular iPod. Again, not enough storage room.

Now came the one that made me go "oooooh". The revised (and renamed) iPod Classic. In two delicious options of 80 GB (been there. done that) and 160 GB. 40,000 SONGS. 160 GB. Whoa. Plus a new interface with album cover flows and other fancy stuff.

I'm sure you're thinking, "Dude. You already have an 80 GB that's not filled up. Why do you need another iPod?". Because it's fancy and it has 160 GB of storage space! I would transfer all my music from the 80 GB to the 160 GB, then use the 80 GB to back up all my Mobile Fidelity CDs (90% of which are loooong out of print) -- that way I can listen to the music without risking losing the CDs. Some of those CDs are now well over $200 on eBay to replace.

First, though, I think I'll get an iPhone -- especially now that Apple shaved $200 off the 8 GB model (the 4 GB has been discontinued). And, hey, somebody's 40th birthday is coming up. And, hey, my wife reads these posts. Hmmm. Hint. Hint.

It's Official: Los Angeles To Be Renamed Los Fuegos

(Psst. Los Fuegos means "The Fires".)

The past week, Los Angeles has been freezing. Frigid. Cold. Icy.

How cold?

105 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT COLD.



It has been so hot that within five minutes of going outside, your will to live has melted away, leaving you a wasted, useless wreck the rest of the day.

Usually, Labor Day is a great three-day weekend to get out, barbeque, have fun, and bid adieu to Summer. This year it's a three-day weekend to cower near the air conditioner, barbeque (using an oven), barbeque (yourself. Not food), and watch small children and the elderly burst into flames when they step outside.

It. Is. Miserable.

Right now, it is 11:04 PM Pacific Daylight Time and Burbank is a brisk 91 DEGREES. Where's my jacket?? (Straightjacket, that is).

Big Brother Mayhem

Lots of stuff to cover...

First off: So long Amber. The house will be a lot dryer without you. I actually found a picture of the jury house Amber's going to:



(Yes, I know it closed in 1997, but you get the point).

Seriously, Amber needs help. Anybody who cries at the thought of crying is on the verge of a nervous breakdown. If she doesn't get some help, she is going to end up snapping, tracking down the other houseguests, and "evicting" them in some brutal and inhuman ways.

You know who I feel really, really bad for? Dustin. He's now stuck in the jury house with Jen and Amber -- the two looniest ladies in Big Brother 8. Suicide watch, anyone?

Is it me, or does everybody think Eric is the biggest dweeb on TV right now? I've been watching "Big Brother After Dark" on Showtime and he's starting to grate on my nerves. Is it to late to choose a new America's Player? Everytime he talks to Jessica, he exhibits every dweeby, geeky never-seen-a-girl-naked tic in the book. The nervous laughter. The odd faces. If Jessica were to flash her breasts at him, he'd go fetal and join Amber at the special "jury house". Have you noticed sometimes when Eric talks to Jessica, Jessica has that far-away look on her face?


"I'm sorry Jessica, but it is illogical for a Vulcan to fall in love with a human."

Dick. Stop spitting. That has to be the single most disgusting nervous habit I've ever seen. Ick.