More TV Stuff

There's no need to worry that I watch too much TV. I'm actually writing this to encourage my friends to read this instead of sitting through entire episodes of America's Next Top Model. It's kind of played out and not worth sitting through in its entirety.

How Psyched Are We?!?

In less than two weeks, 3.0 begins!

If you were having friends over to watch the season premiere, what would you serve to your guests? I recall bar scenes from 2.0 or 2.5 in which bar patrons drank cocktails that emitted steam/smoke. But I can't really think of anything else.

Ideas?

Updates

Hugo Chavez ripped Bush a new one. I'm a big fan of Hugo Chavez.

In other news... .

Birds are back! The heat is less oppressive, and there are migratory schedules to keep up with. Last Friday night, after seeing The Illusionist, we encountered three Black-Crowned Night Herons. They're nocturnal and predatory. These birds are also huge and lack the grace of Egrets and Blue Herons if you ask me. They were going through trash, and the one perched on a tree above our car relieved itself all over our hood.

Our Mexican Sage is back in bloom, and it's quite an attraction for hummingbirds. Yesterday I was within 2 feet of one (likely the Anna variety). It's the closest I've ever been to one.

Some day soon, I'll post my own photos and stop relying on the rest of the world wide web to illustrate my life.

Be Careful Out There!

I read about this story the other day thanks to Kottke.org (the most awesome source for internet stuff!).

In case you don't go to all the links I provided, here's the story: A guy posed as a woman looking for a hook-up* on craigslist.com, and he betrayed all the responders by publishing their replies in his live journal.** The original posting was super raunchy and included a crotch shot. The responses were provided similarly. I mean it when I say similarly, and you'll have to find the link yourself because I will not push smut on my blog.

Do I think there was a harm or crime committed? I'm torn. I think the people who responded were dumb to think they were entitled to privacy. Plus, why would someone publish their work and home information when responding to a sex ad from a stranger? On the other hand, who doesn't want to trust the craigslist community?

* Mom, Other Special Mom, AM, and others -- by "hook-up," I mean no-strings-attached sex. I know you all had hook-ups back in your day, but you didn't have the internets. Yes, I read Looking For Mr. Goodbar in the 5th grade like all my hyper, hyper-literate and hyper-curious friends. Still, it's different for my generation. There's precision, an interview process, and googling.

** He totally bit from Cloudy's post about eHarmony.

Media

I love Aisha Tyler despite the lame Friends stuff. I loved her best on E's Talk Soup (though her replacement is really good too).

Catch her when you can. I did, as she filled in for Roger Ebert this week. She was way more entertaining than the usual hosts. Way more relevant too.

Wake me up when the country is done remembering 9/11/01.

I Think I Just Threw Up In My Mouth

Shopping for food today made me thirsty so I thought I'd try a new soft drink in a pretty bottle. I thought I'd get something lightly sweetened and thirst quenching. I didn't read the label beyond noticing it was guava flavored.

Instead, I got surprise after surprise, and ultimately I almost gagged. I uncapped my Synergy in the car on my way home. First, the bottle opened with a burst of air that made me think the drink had been sold after the expiration date. No, it was good for another year. Then I took a sip and was shocked at the sour taste. Yuck. I read a little more while waiting for the light to change. Ewwww! I bought a drink with the trendy microbe, kombucha! And I paid $2.99 for it!!!

As I drove, I thought about the need to get my money's worth. After all, I reasoned, in the same shopping trip I bought a bottle of wine. I fully expect my wine to taste dry and fermented. Why can't my soft drink?

When I got home, I had already talked myself into another sip. Not only was it sour, it was textured. Like mucus!!! I spit it out in the sink -- it was corporeal!!! Read for yourself! "The culture resembles a light brown, tough, gelatinous disk."

What a deception that pretty bottle presented! Why is there no skull and crossbones symbol? Why isn't there a big fat warning to drink at one's own risk?