I’m kind of a serial monogamist with television–but I’m the really annoying kind who plays the field looking for the replacement lover while still with the other lover. I started watching Supernatural when it first came on because it came on right after Gilmore Girls, starred Rory’s best boyfriend ever (Jared Padalecki), and could possibly help me fill the hole left by the long decline and eventual end of the X-Files. Plus I thought my then-boyfriend (now hubby) would enjoy watching it with me while we talked on the phone in our long-distance-relationship days. He liked it so much that he started recording it for us to watch together on the weekends when we were at his place. So, when it made the move to the timeslot of death (9pm Thursday against the ratings juggernaut that is CSI), it didn’t matter to me because we watched it every other weekend anyway.
When in season 2, every good show was moved to 9pm Thursday (and when I say good show, I don’t mean CSI, which I would rather die than watch, but The O.C. and Grey’s Anatomy), I will admit that I forgot about my Winchester boys. DH still recorded Supernatural on the downstairs DVR, but I almost always forgot to make time to watch it. (I spent most of my time upstairs watching tv with the dog.) So I missed at least half of the season.
I watched the first episode of Season 3, as it premiered one week before The Office began, but no other eps–until the writer’s strike took The Office off the air. With my Thursday nights free once again, I went on a binge of SPN DVDs and reruns sure to make me completely obsessed with everything Winchester. Now that I’ve watched all of Seasons 1 and 2 and gotten caught up on Season 3, I’m floundering a little. I’m looking for the next great thing as I long for the new episode of Supernatural that they will play this Thursday.
Which is a really long way of saying that I had a mini-Friday Night Lights marathon last night when I couldn’t sleep. The joy of seeing the episode that guest starred Logan from Gilmore Girls (Matt Czuchry) AND Weevil from Veronica Mars (Francis Capra) was almost more than a little insomniac tv fan could stand. I know that the overly dramatic storylines that are being interspersed this season are not fan favorites, but I am willing to overlook them for the joy that is the rest of the show. I don’t know how the writers and actors manage it, but everything is so real. The way that the teens interact with one another is achingly realistic, and the way that the Coach and Tami interact as husband and wife is so understated and human.
So, if you haven’t seen this wonderful show before, do us all a favor and pick up the DVD os S1, find a way to get caught up on S2, and start watching this show regularly. Then convert all of your friends and family members. (Yes, I am relying on Sprint’s marketing tactics from the late 80s and early 90s. Or was it MCI?)
If FNL is not to your taste, then perhaps you will enjoy my other potential new love: Chuck. Geeky electronics store employee becomes clandestine CIA/NSA supercomputer. What’s not to love?
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So, join me now in a little more Diablo Cody workship. Here’s a link to her second column for Entertainment Weekly: http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20171386,00.html
Enjoy, as I do, her recounting of strong women in film. Finally, someone who agreed that Molly Ringwald’s extra special prom creation was vile, atrocious, disgusting and, yes, fugly.
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So, has the world completely forgotten about River Phoenix?
I had steeled myself to the incessant River Phoenix comparisons after the announcement of Heath Ledger, but apparently, I’m the only one who sees the similarity. Perhaps the similarity is only that I was shocked and saddened by both deaths, the deaths of young, talented actors on the the rise.
Oh well.
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I spent most of last week with a nasty cold or flu (I can never really tell the difference). But so much has happened!
I had a good weekend at the Rose City Classic Dog Show, with my dog finally winning a competition and earning some points toward his championship. Yes, I’m one of the those freaky Best in Show people. On a bad day, I feel a little like Parker Posey’s character. (BTW, I’m really hoping PP’s new show The Return of Jezebel James isn’t as bad as early reports have led me to believe. I’m looking forward to it, because it has an awesome cast–PP and Lauren Ambrose of Six Feet Under fame–and is written by Amy Sherman-Palladino, creator of Gilmore Girls, one of my all-time fave shows. Even when it was bad it was still pretty good.)
DH did not have such a good weekend. He was very happy that our dog won, and he won his bet on the Chargers game. But, sadly, the Packers did not win their game. He could not take the trifecta of joy that he had been hoping for on Sunday. But, as they say, there is always next season.
And, yesterday, we got the horrible news about Heath Ledger’s death. I’m shocked and saddened, and I hope we can soon find out what happened so that his family and friends can mourn without the unending worry and questions.
I am reminded so much of River Phoenix’s death. Both young actors had so much promise and so much talent, and they died so young. When River Phoenix died, a group of us had an RP film festival to showcase his great work. We closed it with Running on Empty, and we all cried our eyes out at the end. Perhaps I should do the same thing with Heath Ledger. Of course, life being much different now than when I was in college and had free time to get together at random houses, it will probably just be me watching 10 Things I Hate About You (I love me some teen comedies, especially those based on Shakespeare), Ned Kelly, and Lords of Dogtown. I know Brokeback Mountain is a wonderful film and very poignant, but it seems so cliche. And, I do hate to be cliche.
Anyway, I send my sympathies to Heath Ledger’s family and friends. The world has suffered a horrible loss, and it must be so painful for those lucky enough to know this talented young man.
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January 23, 2008 5:41 pm | 
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I’m having some fun watching Cashmere Mafia, but last night I figured out why I’m not absolutely loving it: They think I (and the rest of the viewers) are stupid. The ridiculous way that hit me over the head with anvil after anvil then act as if the big reveal is anything resembling a shock is offensive. If you’ve watched the ep, you probably know that I’m talking about what was going on with Kevin Kilner, Kate Levering and Frances O’Connor. Really? Were we supposed to be surprised at anything that happened in that storyline?
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Brooke Busey (more commonly known as Diablo Cody) is the new Rachael Ray. Now, I don’t mean that she whips up a mean meal in 30 minutes or less or helps viewers save money on great food when they travel. Diablo Cody is the new it girl of the minute, and she is smart enough to cash in on that good fortune while it is fresh.
After being “discovered” by a literary manager looking for porn, she dazzled Hollywood with her fresh voice and interesting perspective. On the strength of her first screenplay (Juno), she got further screenwriting work, including a pilot for a show based on an idea by Steven Spielberg, and loads of media attention. And this is where she becomes my hero: she is successfully walking the fine line between wonderful success and overexposure.
Sadly, I think Rachael Ray crossed that line when she got her syndicated talk show. I’m not a Rachael Ray hater, but I did get a little tired of seeing her everywhere I went.
I’ve spent a fair share of time visiting Cody’s blog and reading some of her older columns for City Pages. I enjoy her writing style, and I hope she continues to keep that same voice as she progresses through the biz. She’s gotten a new column at Entertainment Weekly, so I’m excited that I’ll be able to continue to read new content by her on a site that doesn’t run the risk of being blocked by my work’s filter. Even the folks at New York magazine think it doesn’t suck.
I hope you will also check out some of Cody’s work (if you haven’t already).
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As much fun as I’m having capturing my musings on pop culture and (mainly) tv, I’ve decided that it is time to try to get someone else to actually read it. (I mean, come on, it feels a little silly to ask what “you guys” think when I know there is no “you guys.”)
So, I’m trying to get my blog listed in the various blog listing places. (Wow, that is some tortured syntax.) My first is RSS hugger ( http://www.rsshugger.com/). It seems pretty easy to add my blog. I just gave them my name, email addy, and blog URL. Of course, I have to wait until they approve my site to reap the benefits. I’ll let you know how that part goes. 
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So, I just finished watching the season premiere of One Tree Hill, and it really wasn’t so bad. It was still melodramatic and silly, but it was actually interesting. I enjoyed seeing the different twists and turns everyone’s life had taken. I could have done without the early soapbox about too-skinny models and the relentless meanness of Peyton’s and Mouth’s bosses, but all in all, I enjoyed my two hours.
Cashmere Mafia, not so much. I’m going to give it a chance, but it is a bit heavy-handed–and not in a fun way.
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It is impossible to escape Britney Spears “news”. Now she has been admitted into the hospital after refusing to surrender her children to their father and possibly either ODing or attemptign suicide–with her son in the room with her.
I’m so sick of it all. I hope that she gets the help for her apparent mental illness in time to avoid destroying the lives of her children, but other than that, I just plain do not care.
How about you? Do you care, or have you also gone so far beyond Britney overload that the mere mention of her name invokes your gag reflex?
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I can’t believe that they have brought this ridiculous show back. And I can’t believe that tv news is so slow that tv journalists are going on the show as part of the press rollout.
Last night Sal Masekela duked it out with the gladiators on the Daily 10. This morning, Jenna Wolfe battled it out on the Today Show. Her big news revelation: When fit girls go on the tv to try to appeal to young men, they often wear skimpy outfits. Thank god, journalism is not dead.
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