SharkBoy presented me with the Best Buy special edition of Star Trek (JJ Abrams) last night. In it was four very decent Starfleet Departmental lapel emblems, two of which I recognize.
Today I am Ensign Squiggles
I’m watching it during my lunch and lo, witness the return of the Red Shirt Bear.
Jason hasn’t done much since Star Trek. Here’s hoping it picks up for him.
I woke this morning and decided that I shouldn’t let TV rule my creativity.
With Mad Men in-between seasons I can now ease off on the self conscious art director dreams I usually have after watching a single episode. The dream is always the same: I walk into my boss’ office and lay down 5 years of pent up anger at how our company’s brand is more fractured than a plate glass window in a Bruce Willis action film. I usually wake from them weirdly optimistic that work will get better if I just take more initiative.
Now that Amazing Race is nearly over and that Matt Tomljenovich (at right leaning on his father) are out of the race I can stop dreaming about him. Not in a creepy school girl way, he just is in my dreams.
Last night I dreamed I was on a really rusted out ship headed for Tokyo with cameras following 60-70 of us passengers all over the rust bucket as we search for …things… that would better our placement in the game when we arrived. Contestants were practically falling over camera equipment…
…and caged animals… (???)
…as we went from one part of the ship to the next. I had to share a 3 bedded room with 20 guys, which strangely looked like the room I shared with Canadian ex-pats in London’s Earls Court Road. Meanwhile, a camera was thrust into my face as I offered up my bed to a 8 year old kid who thanked me but I could see in his parent’s eyes that I had made some critical strategic reality TV game show error and they were going to crush my spirit at the next challenge or something. Meanwhile Matt was taking off his pants so I was utterly distracted.
Finally someone puts it in clear language to be understood. Every Canadian who owns a TV should watch this then grab a torch and pitchfork and head to their nearest TV/Cable station. We already pay for Canadian TV through taxes and through government subsidy. Fuck off you two!
Via @barkoh via Twitter. Audio is full of F-bombs but it’s not what you expect. It’s like Christian Bale after a major burn.
The Drapers sit their kids, Robert and Sally, down for a talk. I’m paraphrasing here.
Robert: What did we do wrong?
Betty: Nothing. We need to talk.
Sally: Buy why are we in the living room?!?
The show’s writer and director had to have had a time machine to see back into my living room, back when I was 16 when my Mom and Dad sat us down to tell us the news of their separation. It was note for note perfect. Not to give away the episode, if you haven’t seen it yet (we all knew this was coming since season one) but the scene was complete with finger pointing blame, the “it’s not your fault” cliche and eventually someone storming out of the room.
Bravo Mad Men. Please return to the airwaves sooner.
Artist jamming on YouTube culture to utter brilliance? Real shut in who gets her mom to edit the videos? You decide.
Update: Another Gem:
And finally, yes, she’s actually quite good:
Torontoist columnist Christopher Bird put it so eloquently when he wrote this morning:
Russell, … is actually the guy that Survivor fans are all now rooting for because A) he is actually pretty clever and B) he backs up his lip with good challenge performance, gameplay, and work ethic. See, this is what CBS doesn’t get: Survivor villains aren’t guys like Russell. They’re guys like Coach from last season, who was the most useless bag of flesh ever invented and who never, ever shut up about how awesome he was.
In fact, I don’t think he’s been that “villainous” at all. Sure he talks smack and spouts out shockingly great soundbites for Global to text splash across their bumpers, but really, he’s done nothing except try to align with everyone who crosses his path. Of course he then goes in front of the camera and badmouths his alliances so in that regard, he’s a bastard. I guess in the first couple of weeks this is a good strategy but can bite you in the ass if said same people talk to each other. Luckily for him, the rest of the Survivors are just preening idiots and don’t know enough to talk to each other.
I don’t profess to being a Survivor professional. I couldn’t tell you all the paces they’ve held this show, or what season we’re in, or who ate what bug in some desperate attempt for ratings protein – I just like the social strategy of the whole thing. And Russel is playing the game well.
Plus he’s a stocky, arrogant, hairy fucker that I’d shag in a second.
Nice Pork Pie Hat, dude.
Great PSA on how to hide your sexual orientation from your parents:
Via BoingBoing
Longer, cooler, trailer for Avatar. Still has the whole Pocahontas/Fern Gully vibe though. I expect this one is going to be fantastic to watch, excruciating to follow.
Dear “local TV stations” and “Cable Service Providers”
Fuck off. Both of you. You both get money from consumers in either direct service payments or in tax revenues, funded by… us!
So when you complain that this “cost” will be passed on to us (either in a negative, as you say LocalTVMatters.ca or as a positive (?!??) as you flippantly mention every time, Rogers), I just want to kick you both to the curb.
God be damned, these two “businesses” are behaving like a Mommy and a Daddy arguing in front of the kids! And Daddy is pointing at us and saying how stupid our kids are and he hates Mommy and Mommy says he’s fat and just as stupid as the kids while the kids are curled up into a ball waiting for the hitting to start.
Dear non-Canadian readers: sorry. Here’s a list of puppy names.