Friday, April 10, 2009

Jumped The Shark...

I am a big fan of the television show The Office...or at I have been, but not so much any more.

I realize that I am probably the only person on the face of the earth that still watches shows on the night that they air (and I watch commercials) because I don't have TiVo or DVR or any other such fancy stuff. So don't read this if you think it might interrupt your plans for future show watching.

I have decided that The Office has jumped the shark. I don't like the new boss. I don't like the new story line with Michael. I don't like the story line of how Jim is now low man on the totem pole. I don't like all the sucking up that is being done. I don't like it I don't like it I don't like it!!!

What happened to the Office Olympics? What happened to the funny story lines like The Dundees? What happened? What happened? What happened?

Oh yeah...the fact that they sandwiched a REALLY bad show Parks and Recreation between two really bad episodes of The Office.

Thursday night line up SUCKS!!!

Monday, April 6, 2009

Haven't Posted

I know I haven't posted in awhile and I just tried to get into my viewer, but for some reason my BB Bold is failing me. So, I'll write a bit.

I'm currently sitting in Sam's backyard as she changes before we go out to dinner at John's Grill (mentioned in the book The Maltese Falcon). I'm in the same spot that last week I sat in and had my shoes catch fire. Yes, my shoes started to burn. Sam has this very nice metal fire pit that I was sitting next to enjoying yummy dinner a some wine. I had my feet propped up under the fire not really thinking anything would occur. At one point, though, I started to smell rubber burning. My thought "well, that's odd, but oh well." Then it started to get stronger and I thought "hmm, maybe I should investigate." So I put my feet down and sat up straight and that is when I noticed the smoke coming off the toes of my shoes. I hopped up, watching that no wine was spilled, and stomped my own feet to stop the burning. Sadly, this was not done in time to save the treads, but oh well, they were my old pair of walking shoes.

So, I have now had my feet on fire and my hair on fire...I wonder what will go up next. Could this be a sign that I am destined to be a victim of a mysterious human combustion case where all they will find of me is a pile of ash and a foot?