six deep

what can be said that isn't being said everywhere else?

six feet under was amazing. an amazing show that did not stay around a second too late and left way too soon. but clearly, as i mentioned before, the end was not going to be typical. no tidy wrap up, no cheesy shit eating grins. oh no, instead, as each fisher married, saw birthdays and died, i cried, trembling with that oh too familiar feeling of loss. but as the tears rolled, i couldn't help but feel some closure.

and meanwhile, sia sings:

Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

what a touching ending. too soon indeed. six feet under, you shared many a sunday night with me and you will be missed.

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"All we have is this moment, right here, right now. The future is just a fucking concept that we use to avoid being alive today. So, be here now."

HAHAHAHAAA!

Abs-o-lutely, positively the funniest thing i've seen all year. matthew mcconaugHOT and his bongos recreated by characters that are a combination Barbie's Ken meets string puppets. well worth the wait. mild hardcore ken puppet nudity.

http://www.halligan.org/michael/private_media/050811205059_TSG_VCD_NTSC.mpg

(via A Socialite Life)

WTF Award

Today's WTF Award is for the worst PR attempt i have seen to date: Sean "P. Diddy" Combs has decided to drop the P from the Diddy. So please people, just call him Diddy.

Diddy alone kinda gives me the creeps. don't really know why. i just don't like it. but the funniest part of all this was the announcement on the Today show this morning. as he announces it, the crowd just stands there for a sec, thinking "WTF is this all about?" until the cue card guy held up the "scream" sign. and like a herd of sheep, they all happliy erupted into cheers. "way to go, Diddy!"

yes, way to go Diddy. you're well into your thirties, and you still don't mean diddly.

**In Diddy's honor, i have changed the look of my blog. hey, we all need a makeover, right?**

pinching gas pennies

when i turned 16 and filled up my honda accord, it costs me less than $15 to fill up a 12 gallon tank. cost of gas hovered around $1.07 a gallon.

today I drove by the amoco on us1 and coconut grove. the cost of gas? $2.60 per gallon. last time i filled up my 12 gallon tank (i think the price per gallon was around $2.49) was over $32.

what does this mean for our society? will we start to use gas less? will we look toward those new fangled communities that proclaim a live-here-work-here type of environment? will we try to ride share more often?

i don't know. but something has to happen. i know that my salary hasn't increased, but since i've worked at my office, i've seen gas prices climb. i know people who live commute in to work. are they feeling the pinch?

when do we as a society say enough is enough? and how will we say it? i could very well work from home if i really needed to. will virtual offices become the new reality?

when Bush was voted into office (the first time) i voted against him. one of the reasons was his energy policy. he's from an oil family. i knew that's where he made his money and i knew that energy conservation was the last issue on his mind (kill his family's income - hell no!). when will our president realize that families of four can't afford this? when will we as a society demand more from our government?

i don't know. but i await that day. it's time to look towards other means. if the means aren't available, we need to research other methods. and we need to do it now. we're already in crisis. how much longer will it take before we wake up to the real issues and stop forcing a war based on false ones?

Losers : part II

This is what i just read from R:

"It would be fun if you moved here. Don't give me that stay clear of my circle crap, woman.I know, okay, okay...I wish things were different. I miss ourfriendship. I really do.But I would be glad to help if I can."

This is the one that rocks my soul.

RIP Nate Fisher

i have watched hbo's six feet under since it started. i was hooked instantly. partly because of the great writing, partly because the topic was odd (funeral home??) and had never been done before, but mostly because of the casting. I remembered Lauren Ambrose (who plays claire) from Can't Hardly Wait - you remember her too. She's the one who ends up having sex in the upstairs bathroom with the hip hop wannabe dork. I liked her instantly in the movie because of her self depreciating, cutting wit. so that was a plus.

More importantly they also cast Peter Krause as Nate, one of Claire's brothers. See, i had a little crush on him when he was on the short-lived show Sports Night (which was also pretty darn good, too bad middle america needed that laugh track to understand the jokes). so naturally when he showed up as Nate Fisher, i was in.

unfortunately, Nate Fisher died last night. and by that, i mean the character, not the actor. it's tv.

DUDE. that just sucks. i suppose the end of the show is near, and i knew it would be hard to clean up the whole married to pregnant woman and just fucked your mother's recently separated husband's daughter, but still.

so i'm left to wonder what will happen with the rest of the characters. claire finds the love she always wanted in the drab flourescent lighting of a lame office? David comes to realize those kids they're fostering really are crap and he kicks em out? ruth realizes she hates men so much that she becomes a lesbian? i mean, the ending cannot be clean and tidy. or can it? can there be a happily ever after on a show about funerals? it just doesn't seem to fit.

The Losers I

the losers always come back. they do. they always do. and this is why I dedicate this new special column to the losers. May they always remind me what i've left behind.

el gringo de latinos. again he gave me a talking to over SMS. but this time the weirdest thing happened.

he was sweet. apologetic. but then suddenly it seemed that he only wanted just someone there. i swear, i learned really fast that this would always be a text relationship. At one point i even dared him to call me. yes. i really did. i did it to prove to myself how evil or cowardly he could be. what kind of shit is up some guys sleeve when he can't even put it in voice? either he's texting all of sobe to get them over there or forever hiding behind the cheap words, just black type on white background. Either way, not cool.

In this day in age, shit boys, this is not going to work on girls. I just gotta know what the fuck you were trying to pull tonight??

vinnie! entourage! come back!

OMG! My Cable has just SHUT OFF ON ME. At 9PM... just as Entourage is coming up... hello DVR... this is not good for our relationship. Vincent Chase may be an asshole in real life (story for another time) but he sure is great to look at. meeeow!
Dammit.

**update: it's back on. purrrrrrr.**

dave rocks, other boys do not

DMB rocks. great show last night... met up with tons of people from work.

on a bad note, my relationship with my dvr is on the fritz. its not recording and I'm too lazy to call the cable company to do anything about it. I think it might be that I didn't give my dvr enough attention, it being summer and all. so I need to get it some tlc tonight, especially since it is the only special relationship I have that's going right.

Mark, the writer, is awol. he thinks that what we have would be more than "friction" and so he doesn't think we should "risk falling in love with each other," esp given the fact we are "geograhically undesirable." the bullshit was just feel flowing at that point. after two failed attempts to see each other, i'm just not buying it anymore.

in related news I met Derek at China Grill this week. he's ummm...interesting to say the least. we made flirty eyes across the restaurant and he eventually walked up to my table to meet me. later he stopped by my house to say hi (he remembered where I chalantly said I lived, kinda scary, no?) and while we were talking, he seemed abrasive and one of those people that you know is going to end up causing undo stress. something about him screams stalker-rapist. he actually grabbed a plastic drink cup from my hand and threw it out the window for no apparent reason (it was empty, but still odd) and didn't like answering direct q's. can't you just see the red flag waving?

meanwhile, el gringo de latinos continues texting me on my phone. A while ago we had an ugly txt fight (how ridiculous is that? I can't even believe I just typed that), and have no longer been talking, but then this afternoon i get the text "Hey Baby" and I'm like, no way. So thinking he might oh, perhaps, APOLOGIZE for being a dick, I send him, "is this text a mistake" and he respond yes. And then he gets back into f'd up crazy mode and starts to tell me how i suck and am a loser. I'm thinking, did i not get rid of this f*ckhead eons ago?? I finally respond, "this is the last minute of my time that i waste on a asshole like you. Goodbye." To which he asks if he can come over and play with me using "toys" and i don't respond (keeping with my last text). Hours later a text come in from him..."So?" Uhh dumbass, the answer is still no. i let my silence say what i don't feel like saying.

I swear, where do I find these guys??