My Count was off; Sue me
Miles
reads my Blog
At least
that’s what I think. Because since I wrote about it,
he’s been all in-shape and stuff, looking spry at
every turn. And I really don’t put reading by him.
He’s smarter than some people I know… So hopefully –
HOPEFULLY – he’s not going downhill anytime soon.
Maybe if I can keep him on the frequent outings
regimen he’ll be good until he’s twenty.
Hip-Hip-Hooray for Miles, let me hear it now.
Cancel
the Unfunny One
Really,
why are we keeping American Dad on life support? Pull
the gawdamn plug already, sheesh. I mean look Seth, I
love Family Guy, but there’s just something missing
from American Dad. Like comedy, for one, and timing
for another.
What makes this show so unfunny? I can’t quite figure
it out. I think that maybe it might have to do with
how the points are just handed to you, there’s no
real sudden realization that someone was just made a
fool of. Well maybe not, Family Guy is pretty good at
that, too, it’s just that they’re direct about it
while AD beats around the bush. I guess it’s more
like a bad magic trick.
You know, like some guy gives you a nickel and tells
you to put it your pocket, then says “OK, now see
this shiny nickel I’m holding? ALAKAZAM!! It’s
magically in your pocket now,” and you’re like, “OK…
see, that wasn’t cool because you had me put a nickel
in my pocket like 10 seconds ago if I recall.” And
that’s my estimation of American Dad, really. They
hand you the punch line then spend the rest of the
show trying to dress it up like something else, only
to give you the same punch line again. And lord knows
you can only put so much lipstick on a pig, and it
won’t matter because we’ll still know it’s Rosie
O’donnell under there so just stop wasting our time.
I think I can sum up AD in one word: suck. And not
the good kind where I fall asleep afterward, either,
nope; the bad one, the bad one.
So
Winter is more a state of mind anyway, right?
I mean,
what with the 90º temperatures and all. Have I
mentioned I hate this place? Well if not, I’m
covered. And if so, then save that one for another
day.
I feel sorry for Santa having to drive his sleigh
around in this heat. Sorry, Santa. I’m getting some
good shit (er, stuff) this year, right? Right?
Aperture
makes me regret my last blog
So not 4
hours after I finished writing a blog about how I
don’t need the newest computers, I find myself
trudging through my Aperture library trying to find
pictures that would make good Black & White
converts for a Client. And man, did I really really
REALLY want the new laptop then. I mean, we got
through it – eventually – but only with lots of
slowdowns and much general waiting involved. Eh.
Might find myself sweet-talking the girl (read:
sexing her up FREQUENTLY) to get this one. How many
times do you read that, huh?
Screw it. I mean, it’s not like I need to take
photos, right? So really, I should just get rid of
the camera and stuff and just be happy. Maybe sell
this laptop and get a Pentium 266mhz running DOS or
something.
Yeah right. OK bob, time to hit the gym and get in
shape!
Peace.