The Big DumpTruck

Apparently, the people from The Biggest Loser are doing a casting call in Boston in early March (details are here: http://www.thebiggestlosercasting.com/). I saw this, and my first and only thought was No Freaking Way.

Yes, I have a lot of weight to lose before I'm happy. Yes, it would be awesome to have $250k. No, it would SUCK BEYOND WORDS to subject myself to having the world look at my fat ass on television. Never mind the whole world; I'm sure there are people in Kansas who I would never meet in real life so it wouldn't be an issue. But I cannot even fathom putting myself out there to be watched by my coworkers. How could I ever face them again?

"Hey, Jody, great episode of you collapsing in a heap yelling "Ow! Ow! I have a stitch in my side! OW!" 20 seconds after you starting running in last night's episode."

Um, ya, and hey, how did you guys like the way every cell in my body jiggled for the camera!?

No no no. I'm losing weight right now, at a reasonable 1-2 pounds a week (down around 13.5 right now) and the only person who is watching is ME, and that's hard enough. I'm old enough that I may never wear a 2-piece bathing suit again, even if I got down to an unlikely 130 pounds. Putting on something similar to be paraded around on television? Um, I'd need the $250k up-front, thanks.

Labels: diet, television, weight

No, not another post about the Palin/Biden debate. Although I sure had fun "live tweeting" about it. Glad I wasn't playing the "drink whenever Palin says something folksy" game. I had work the next morning!

For whatever reason, when I got home the step-son was watching some reality TV thing on Bravo. The show that followed was called Tabatha's Salon Takeover. The first episode we watched was about a salon in Long Island. It might have been the best television I have seen in years.

I do not say that lightly.

You could not have cast or written a scripted show that would have entertained me as much as this group of hairdressers. Two in particular, were FANTASTIC. The premise of the show is that Tabatha Coffey, a world-class hugely famous hair stylist and salon owner (apparently an icon in the industry) gets called in by drowning salon owners to "save" their businesses. It appears that the biggest problems are the owners, who don't know how to properly run a business, don't have any control over their staff, etc. etc. The first show we watched featured two Long Island sisters who ran their salon, bankrolled by daddy, like a sorority house. If you have a chance to watch this episode, you must. I'm a nice person, so I'm not going to comment on two of the girls working at the salon, but needless to say, I wanted to hit them with shovels.

We watched a 2nd episode, which was also interesting, but couldn't hold a candle to the first one in the sheer brainless staff department.

I don't know if the show will hold up for me over the course of a whole season or two, but our entire house was howling during these shows. Minimally you must Tivo it, just to watch when there isn't anything else on.

Oh, and Tabatha is British, and she's often "Gobsmacked." That's my new favorite word, although I don't know how easily I can slip it into conversation.

Labels: funny, television, tv

You know, it occurs to me that I have not had to watch an episode of Teletubbies in a good 8 years. I could not tell you if it is even possible to watch an episode if you wanted to. As Martha would say, that's a good thing.

But to this day, it is etched into my brain with the shaky hand of a youth with one of those wood burning kits. Ya, I know, ouch.

I still say "Tinky Winky all full up." It may or may not drive the people forced to live with me crazy. I cannot help this, it's just the way it is. So when it was time to write a post about how I have successfully filled up the hard drive on my laptop, I wrote the title up at the top without a second thought. But that's not true, because I did have a second thought, a little bit later. I left the title the way it was anyway. I'm like that.

So my hard drive is full. Let me just spit that out before my mind wanders any further and you're left wondering what the hell made you read this far. I am trying to burn data to disks before either moving it to the backup drive (I'm anal. I trust nothing, especially an external backup drive). I have successfully given myself 3 whole gigs of free space, which will at least allow me to run the computer without worrying that it will begin to throw fits. I want to be the only thing at my desk throwing fits, doncha know.

Labels: computer_art, stuff, television

As you've undoubtedly heard by now, there was some kind of massive (nationwide) outage that impacted NESN and ESPN2 and therefore people who got up to start their day with a cup of coffee and the season opener could not actually see it on television.

We were among those who had to resort to listening to AM radio inside the house. Not cool, DirecTV, not cool.

Granted, we were already up at 6am, but I'm betting there were a LOT of people who set the alarm just that much earlier.

At least we won it, 10 innings later (not an easy win, and not a pretty one, but a win nonetheless).

Labels: angry, Red_Sox, television

I did not realize I forgot to post my New Year's Eve story. I apologize for making you wait so long. The shame of it all!

But seriously, Mr. Dump and Junior and I stayed home. Step-Junior went out to dinner with some friends but was home by 10-ish. We stayed up to watch the ball drop, our only snack companion some cheese and crackers, and onion dip and chips. (I think I may have out-grown onion dip. Seriously. 4 or 5 chips and I was done).

The men-folk wanted to watch some true-crime thing on the History Channel, but that is not really festive, if you ask me. We ended up watching a DVD of Will Ferrell's "greatest" SNL bits. (I have a hard time believing some of the ones chosen were the best he did in 7 years with SNL, but I did not produce the dvd.)

At about 5 minutes of midnight we put the tv back on network television so we could watch the ball drop. We watch the countdown, 5. 4. 3. *click* We're suddenly watching something on I think the Discovery Channel.

So we missed moment the ball finished dropping. We rang in the New Year with completely puzzled looks on our faces. Now we have a Tivo, and it automatically records things that we ask it to, but there is some kind of bug with ours because it's SUPPOSED to ask us if we want to cancel the pending recording and stay on what we're watching, but it only does that I'd say 30% of the time now. Often it will just unceremoniously dump you into a new program. Picture the famous "Heidi Bowl" football game from 1968 - with 64 seconds left in the game, the network cut to a showing of the movie Heidi and anyone watching on television missed a 14 point comeback. Our Tivo often "Heidi"s us, often at very inappropriate times.

So we missed the actual moment it became 2008. So did it happen?

Labels: holidays, sports, television

Do you Hanker for a Hunka Cheese? Oh my gosh, look at the production values on this puppy! And yet, five billion years later, I still have this song memorized, and sometimes it leaks out of my ears. And stuff.

I found this via Huxtabled, which I found because C. Monks of Utter Wonder has a new blog called Dadsmacker, both on offsprung.com.

Wow, that's plenty of links for you for one day.

Labels: 80s, blogs, television

We're watching one of the two Scooby Doo live action movies - you know, the ones with the CGI Scooby and Freddie Prinze Jr. I just realized this is about the fifth time I've watched this one, the Spooky Island one. And you know what? For all the crap reviews it got when it came out, it's not a bad movie. It doesn't make we want to run screaming from the room, which is a big bonus.

Plus, you get the chance to hear Sarah Michelle Gellar say "Hey, I can look at myself naked" which is nice.

So this is how I'm spending my evening. Kind of disappointing, as Mr. Dump and I were supposed to be going out with my sister and her husband and another couple for dinner and a comedy show. You don't know how disappointed I am all all this snow tonight. And I don't think they're going to reschedule the comedy show. I'm all boo-boo faced here.

So what stupid movies have YOU watched many times? On purpose?

Labels: dog, television

I actually forced myself to sit through last night's American Idol. I am hoping that the reason everyone was so lame is because they were so completely overwhelmed by being in the final 24. I'm hoping.

I'm a huge huge fan of Chris Sligh, though. Enough that for the first time since Idol debuted, I actually called in and voted in an early round. He's great, his personality is great. I want to hang around with him. Don't you think he'd be fun to take bowling?

Tonight the girls are on. I pray they are better than the guys, because if they aren't, that's 4 hours of my life I'm not going to get back. Well, 2.5 because have a Tivo.

Labels: Idol, television