Monday, October 16, 2006

Get real...

As I've stated in earlier posts, I am a reality TV fan. I've watched all of them at some point; Survivor, Big Brother, America's Next Top Model...you name it.

The one that amuses me the most is definitely The Bachelor. It's the reality TV train wreck that you can't help but watch.
There's always the virgin, the drama queen, the girl who you don't even notice or remember her name who makes it to the final 3 and you think...what's her name again? The chick who has to be the center of attention, the girl who seems semi-normal at first who then turns into a complete nut-job, the girl who falls in love with the guy the VERY first night who doesn't get a rose the very first night and cries.

The thing about this show is,..okay; it's a reality show but it's not REALITY. If it were a TRUE reality show the dates wouldn't be in exotic locales. They wouldn't be on yachts in the middle of the mediterranian. It would be something like this; he's an hour late because his car broke down and he couldn't get a signal on his cell phone.
You go to the movies and a bunch of drunks keep kicking your seat or making smooching noises when he puts his arm around you.
You get a sick stomach during dinner and have to suck it up so you don't ruin the whole evening; you just pray to GOD he doesn't want to come inside when he brings you home.
You go to a hockey game and some fat ass sitting near you decidies to verbally accost the players the whole time.

And instead of a Rose, you get either his cell phone number, his e-mail address, his business card or, if he doesn't like you, he just says "give me your number and I'll call you tomorrow".

Now THAT'S reality dating! He could even pretend his a prince...kind of like the guy on the show now! An Italian prince whose never been to his homeland and can barely speak a word of the language??? I'm more Italian than that ugly bastard! (ask me how I REALLY feel)
I'm surprised that any woman would want to be on this show now anyway. Other than to get their 15 minutes of fame seeing as how of all the "relationships" haven't made it past week 2. I think they're 2 for 10.
Let's call the show what it really is. Dudes on Fantasy Island...pick a ho'.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Dreams are a wish your heart makes...

Is it true dreams actually mean something?
My dreams are usually just weird little things or semi-nightmares about me trying to escape from somewhere or someone.

I never had dreams about my boyfriends or even when they became ex-boyfriends. I dream about family, my dreams include my friends.

So what is up with me dreaming about Gale Harold alot lately?
Is he in trouble?
Is he sending telepathic signals out into space and for SOME reason they're making it down to MY brain?

If these dreams mean anything, someone please let me know.
Then maybe you can also explain what my dream of having hermit crabs attached to my toes meant as well!

Gale, Gale, Gale. WHY are you in my subconcious? Last night my dream was about me buying a house. I was somehow "in" it already but the people who owned it were still living there as well. With cats, I remember lots of cats. Then someone came by to inspect or access the house and, you guessed it. It was Gale. LOL.
Here the guy is rehearsing his part in the revival of Suddenly, Last Summer off Broadway and somehow he turns into a man who does house inspections.
Hey, maybe that's it! He's in the same state as me at this very moment. My brain is feeling his energy.
Well, at least he's off that shitty excuse for a FOX TV show!
Okay Gale...as Lori in Oklahoma sang "Out of my dreams and into your arms I long to fly!"

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

R.I.P Cory Lidle

I have to be honest; yesterday I was going to post a blog about the end of the Yankees season.
How disappointing it was to finish the season so well, only to tank in the first round.

Then todays tragedy...puts it all in perspective doesn't it?
Shit, it's only a game.
Granted, I wasn't devestated by the loss. Actually, I wasn't even surprised.
But what's important?

The thing we forget is that these guys are people. Not superhumans
Not robots
They're dads, husbands, sons and brothers.

So screw the fact that ARod had a bad series
That Mussina didn't have his usual blue-collar effort
Fuck the whole "Fire Joe Torre" thing

It's a game folks
and it lost one of it's boys today...