My grandfather commented today that the grammar in the blah-og is pretty darn awful. It did not seem to matter to him that I do this deliberately. He also didn’t like Suckfest 2006. But as he’s not really my target audience, I’m not creased.
With D off in Algonquin, I suddenly have a load of extra time on my hands. I’ve been filling it as best I can, but spent most of Saturday puttering, tidying up, and organizing things around my apartment. I killed a few hours uploading new/old photos to flickr and reorganizing my photos sets into chronological order. Exciting, I know. And not at all sad.
What else? Well, I guess I could take a moment here to set the record straight on something a lot of people seem to have misinterpreted: I don’t hate comments. I’m just not allowing them on the site right now. It’s too much work and I’m not much into it, so I don’t see why I should make the effort. But I never said I’d NEVER allow comments. Maybe one day. So relax, you comment-crazed weirdoes.
In lieu of saying anything of substance, I will now weigh in on a few of the season/series finales that have hit in the last three weeks:
Veronica Mars: Beaver? BEAVER did it? I love this show, but the end of Season Two was confusing no matter how you slice it. In the show’s defence, the Season One’s finale was entitled Leave It To Beaver, so maybe this ultimate storyline was planned all along, but it didn’t mesh with me. Veronica and her dad are still awesome, but I miss old Neptune. You know, when Wallace wasn’t annoying, and Jackie didn’t exist. When season finales included being locked inside a refridgerator and doused with gasoline, baby. Those were the days. None of this murder/suicide/molestation business. Blech.
Gilmore Girls: I recently heard someone describing this show as being written by and about “nerdy bitches on speed” which is both funny and vaguely accurate. I don’t know what’s going to happen now that Amy Sherman-Palladino is bailing out, but this season was fairly predictable, so the change may be for the best. Milking the Lorelai/Luke love connection (will they? won’t they?) is trite, but also classic, and there’s some satisfaction in that. My guess is that Luke will continue to be an asshat for most of the final season, until ultimately seeing the error of his ways. Then there’ll be a wedding. The end.
Grey's Anatomy: Denny, NoooooOOOoooooOOOoo! (I can't believe they killed Kenny. I mean, Denny. He was the only character I remotely cared about.)
The O.C.: Good riddance, Marissa! Mischa Barton is hot, but she is the worst actor ever. D might call her the “blurst” (the best/worst, because her being so awful gives us lots to complain about), but I can’t agree. Seeing as how she’s already ODed in Tijuana, been to rehab, been a teen alcoholic, been a lesbian, slummed it with with surfers, shot someone, almost been raped, been kicked out of school, witnessed a cliff death, and prevented a GHB assault, I think her character was just played out. The only thing I feel bad about is the totalling/explosion of Ryan’s new Toyota. That was a sweet ride.
Smallville: I can’t talk about it. I’ll start yawning and I won’t be able to stop. Then I’ll die.
Will & Grace: I basically hate this show and I didn’t watch the Series Finale, but now I sort of want to. So I’ll just take this moment to complain about NBC and how stupid it is that they offer the option of watching online only to Americans. Stupid NBC. I hate you. And your stupid gay sitcom, too.
Hey, know what I found out today? The Canadian Tire Commercial Guy went to Queen’s. He was featured in the Alumni Review. He makes me want to buy a pressure washer. That’s talent.