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It was one of those days where I wasn't sure what to blog about, so I just thought I'd type and see what came out. Hey, nobody can really complain. Have you seen these idiotic Twitter things that come out? People writing where they're having dinner, or why a line is long at the DMV. Even if you are Ashton Kutcher, Jack Nicholson, or Paris Hilton...nobody cares that you're standing in a line (as Paris Hilton recently posted).
I started my day off with some racquetball. As I mentioned in a previous blog, I like to analyze the sweat stains of my opponents. One looked like the famous Scream painting. Another looked like the Michael Jordan/slam dunk logo.
Dang it. Something just occured to me. I wrote in the opening of this about how people aren't interested in what others are doing every second of the day on Twitter. And here I am thinking sweat stains are amusing. Okay, time to move on.
I was talking about the movie "Adoration" with a few friends. I saw last night and loved it. I can't believe more critics aren't praising it.
I made the mistake of seeing "The Hangover" today, which critics are praising. Roger Ebert said every line in it is funny, and that you really care about these people. I found that an odd statement, as I only found about 8 lines in the entire movie funny. And really didn't care about anyone in it. Not even the baby that gets a car door slammed into his head (now that's hilarious). The closing credits were great, I must admit. Although, I was wondering when I saw pictures of the cast with Carrot Top. He must've been so bummed that the director of Old School (a funny movie) called. He tells him that they're making a movie, but they don't want him to be in it. They just want to take photos with him for the closing credits.
The packed theatre I was laughed so hard, so often, that I wondered if they ever get out to see really funny entertainment.
I got home around 10:30 and was walking the dog with my girlfriend. I saw a bicyclist going down a hill and smash the mirror off the side of a car. He turned his bike around, and we thought he was going to assess the damage. But instead, he peddled away.
I ran after him, hoping I'd see which house or store he'd go into. But I'm out of shape. And he was on a bike. Oh well.
When we walked into our place, I turned on the TV and was going back and forth between Letterman and Conan. I hate having to make that choice now. But with guests like Paris Hilton talking to Dave, that makes things a lot easier.
During a commercial, I switched onto Larry King. He might be about the same IQ as Paris Hilton.
He was interviewing movie stars and friends of the late David Carradine (Kill Bill, Kung Fu). When one of them said something about how they'll "Always miss Grasshopper," King immediately said, "What? What is that!"
They had to explain that it was his characters name from Kung Fu. Now, I've never watched a single episode of that, but I've heard that name. And heard phrases like "when you take this pebble from my hand"...but even if you hadn't, I'd think that before you interview a group of people about an actor, you would at least do a few minutes of research reading about the actor. But as King said in one of his books, "I hate doing research, or seeing the latest films or reading the current book of my guest. I think it's more interesting to ask questions that aren't all about those things."
Well, that's an okay point. But can't you just read those things, and refrain from making every question about that? And then if it's referenced by someone, you at least know what they're talking about.
After the 25 seconds of Larry King (which is really about all I can take), I put it on one of the sports channels. It was one of their "50 greatest sports bloopers" things. I swear, they show those ever other hour.
I glanced down at the scroll on the bottom of the screen, and was devasted. One of my early childhood basketball heroes died, at age 60.
And I'd much rather end talking about him, then speculating as to whether or not Carradine was listening to INXS and tying up various body parts, or was or wasn't suicidal.
Randy Smith played for the San Diego Clippers, and was a great athlete. He had speed, and at around 6'2", the guy had some wicked dunks (I believe he held a record for the most consecutive games played, well over 900, before A.C. Green finally broke it).
He was with the Buffalo Braves when they moved to San Diego and became the Clippers. And when I used to watch him play, the big afro he had become known for was cut really short. He was so exciting to watch.
He died working out on a treadmill, and I thought about how Isaac Hayes died recently on one. And Mike Tyson (who had a fun part in The Hangover), recently lost a young daughter on a treadmill, when she got tangled on one of the chords.
Geez...talk about things happening in three's.
It was one of those days where I wasn't sure what to blog about, so I just thought I'd type and see what came out. Hey, nobody can really complain. Have you seen these idiotic Twitter things that come out? People writing where they're having dinner, or why a line is long at the DMV. Even if you are Ashton Kutcher, Jack Nicholson, or Paris Hilton...nobody cares that you're standing in a line (as Paris Hilton recently posted).
I started my day off with some racquetball. As I mentioned in a previous blog, I like to analyze the sweat stains of my opponents. One looked like the famous Scream painting. Another looked like the Michael Jordan/slam dunk logo.
Dang it. Something just occured to me. I wrote in the opening of this about how people aren't interested in what others are doing every second of the day on Twitter. And here I am thinking sweat stains are amusing. Okay, time to move on.
I was talking about the movie "Adoration" with a few friends. I saw last night and loved it. I can't believe more critics aren't praising it.
I made the mistake of seeing "The Hangover" today, which critics are praising. Roger Ebert said every line in it is funny, and that you really care about these people. I found that an odd statement, as I only found about 8 lines in the entire movie funny. And really didn't care about anyone in it. Not even the baby that gets a car door slammed into his head (now that's hilarious). The closing credits were great, I must admit. Although, I was wondering when I saw pictures of the cast with Carrot Top. He must've been so bummed that the director of Old School (a funny movie) called. He tells him that they're making a movie, but they don't want him to be in it. They just want to take photos with him for the closing credits.
The packed theatre I was laughed so hard, so often, that I wondered if they ever get out to see really funny entertainment.
I got home around 10:30 and was walking the dog with my girlfriend. I saw a bicyclist going down a hill and smash the mirror off the side of a car. He turned his bike around, and we thought he was going to assess the damage. But instead, he peddled away.
I ran after him, hoping I'd see which house or store he'd go into. But I'm out of shape. And he was on a bike. Oh well.
When we walked into our place, I turned on the TV and was going back and forth between Letterman and Conan. I hate having to make that choice now. But with guests like Paris Hilton talking to Dave, that makes things a lot easier.
During a commercial, I switched onto Larry King. He might be about the same IQ as Paris Hilton.
He was interviewing movie stars and friends of the late David Carradine (Kill Bill, Kung Fu). When one of them said something about how they'll "Always miss Grasshopper," King immediately said, "What? What is that!"
They had to explain that it was his characters name from Kung Fu. Now, I've never watched a single episode of that, but I've heard that name. And heard phrases like "when you take this pebble from my hand"...but even if you hadn't, I'd think that before you interview a group of people about an actor, you would at least do a few minutes of research reading about the actor. But as King said in one of his books, "I hate doing research, or seeing the latest films or reading the current book of my guest. I think it's more interesting to ask questions that aren't all about those things."
Well, that's an okay point. But can't you just read those things, and refrain from making every question about that? And then if it's referenced by someone, you at least know what they're talking about.
After the 25 seconds of Larry King (which is really about all I can take), I put it on one of the sports channels. It was one of their "50 greatest sports bloopers" things. I swear, they show those ever other hour.
I glanced down at the scroll on the bottom of the screen, and was devasted. One of my early childhood basketball heroes died, at age 60.
And I'd much rather end talking about him, then speculating as to whether or not Carradine was listening to INXS and tying up various body parts, or was or wasn't suicidal.
Randy Smith played for the San Diego Clippers, and was a great athlete. He had speed, and at around 6'2", the guy had some wicked dunks (I believe he held a record for the most consecutive games played, well over 900, before A.C. Green finally broke it).
He was with the Buffalo Braves when they moved to San Diego and became the Clippers. And when I used to watch him play, the big afro he had become known for was cut really short. He was so exciting to watch.
He died working out on a treadmill, and I thought about how Isaac Hayes died recently on one. And Mike Tyson (who had a fun part in The Hangover), recently lost a young daughter on a treadmill, when she got tangled on one of the chords.
Geez...talk about things happening in three's.