1.23.07

Oops...

It was brought to my attention that I went on about a 500-word rant about how much I liked a movie yesterday and didn't mention which movie it was...

There Will Be Blood.

Check it out...I'm guessing 80% of you will hate it.

Good Line.

Colin Cowherd was discussing how ridiculous he thought it was to him that millions of people take part in Fantasy Baseball leagues every year. He said:

"I'm a man---I have fantasies all of the time. NONE OF THEM include Bartolo Colon."

Hero or Moron?

People are praising Philip Rivers for playing in Sunday's AFC Championship game...but isn't it sort of cheering for relative-toughness?

I mean--if Brett Favre would have done the same thing, he would have been praised, but not like this. Is it fair that despite a loss, Philip Rivers is dominating headlines just because prior to the game he showed the courage and fortitude of the interpreter from Saving Private Ryan??

Come on sports-talk people...you're better than that.

Bring on the Complaint Letters

I realized when only one person noticed my not mentioning the title of There Will be Blood that there is an outside chance that nobody is reading this blog.

So...to see if you're paying attention...


I thought I'd write a few Heath Ledger jokes...

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Not really.

It is tragic when someone so young perishes...even if it is by his own choice.

I've got to say though--as someone who has been around too much death over the past year--if you've got to go, falling asleep naked in the condo of one of the Olsen Twins has to be among the coolest ways for it to happen...

Speaking of Which...

I was flipping through the channels Tuesday and came across the E! True Hollywood Story of Full House.

I can say with a fair amount of honesty that normally I'd just skip over this...but who was on the screen? JODIE SWEETIN.

I'm not going to get into the meth-addiction (or even do a sidebar from it where I reveal that I found out that one of my favorite new gym friends USED TO BE A METH-HEAD!) I'm just going to ask a simple question:

Jodie Sweetin was seven when I fell in love with her. I was eight. Is it okay that I still look longingly at pictures of her at that age? Or does that make me a pervert?

I'm going to do it either way--just want to know where I stand...

THE POINT...

As the "Stephanie Tanner" portion ended, they teased the launch of the Olsen Twins to stardom before the commercial that eventually led to my turning the television off...

But in the teaser, they were singing a song whose lyrics were:

Brother for sale.
Brother for sale.
On-ly Fif-ty cents!

Brother for sale.

Brother for sale.
It's not a big ex-pense!

I heard it once for about two seconds and it has been stuck in my head since. The only thing I can think of that could be worse to have stuck in your head (or to play at a wedding, JOHN) is the "Cha Cha Slide" song. (There me be a whole subsection on that song in my "How to Make a Wedding Not Suck by someone who can't even hold a girlfriend" blog this spring.)


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