|Posted by doktakra on June 26, 2007 at 1:16 PM||comments (7)|
1) Flight of the Conchords -- The funniest show of the summer has now become my new reason to look forward to Sunday night. The old reason (Entourage) has slowly become stale and mundane, going on and on with no direction and recycling the same ideas. It pales in comparison to the unpredictability and ridiculousness of Conchords, which follows a down-on-their-luck duo known as the "fourth most popular folk pardody band in New Zealand." The best part is that half of the show is actually crazy, '80's-style music videos, packed with random, stream of consciousness lyrics. If you haven't seen it, trust me, you won't be disappointed.
2) This engaged chick at my volunteer kitchen -- I probably shouldn't write this, since there's a semi-realistic (read: not bloody likely) chance this could get back to me, but whatever. If you're keeping track, it's not this one (although she was there last week and we warmly ignored each other), and definitely not that one (although I've had my Brian McKnight moments -- "do I ever cross your mind, anytime?"). Anyways, the problem is even if something were to happen between me and her -- a big if, of course, since I'm a los -- um, good person -- her fiancee is actually a cool dude. But I still can't help feeling the way I do. What is it about falling for women I can't have? Or is it that all of the good ones are taken, since I don't actually know they're taken when I first realize how much I like them? I know, I should really get out more.
3) The NBA Draft -- It's sports, but keep reading even if you care less about this than the previous two sections. The draft has been one of my top five favorite non-holiday nights of the year since I was a kid. In addition to the big trade rumors and unintential comedy of the ESPN annoucers, my team has a high pick for the first time in nearly a decade. I'm desperately hoping they nab Chinese sensation Yi Jianlian, not just because he's an intriguing prospect, but because it guarantees at least a little national coverage for the porous Sacramento franchise. And yet, the pessimist in me is a little too prepared for dissappointment all around. Ah, we're back to safe territory for me.
|Posted by doktakra on March 26, 2007 at 7:37 AM||comments (3)|
The highlights from yesterday afternoon? Heated discussions on transsexuals, female body-building contest, and starvation. Could there be romance in the air? Let's get right to it.
First of all, most of my usual crew was absent, leaving me surrounded by first-timers and non-regulars -- all of whom were women. This was a welcome development, since I was able to bust out my tried-and-tested routine of jokes, ranging from my man-crush on Justin Timberlake to my television show analysis; this partly backfired when somehow I was the only one there who watched Grey's Anatomy. Come on, how does this happen???
Anyway, the girl to my left divulged that her two best friends were 'Barbie-looking' girls who used to be guys, and naturally draw plenty of male suitors. Now, this situation has been explored in movies, but I can't think of a worse secret to uncover if you develop an intimate relationship with, um, her...seriously, worst times ever. However, this was too dangerous of a topic for my sensitive commentary at the table, although I didn't hold back much of the laughter. This same girl, by the way, who's not a transsexual herself, as far as I know, and is actually kind of cute, is training for what she described as her third 'beauty / body-building pageant.' Her goal is to crack the top-five amongst the field of 12 contestants, and I sincerely wish her all the best in that endeavor. Another chick, meanwhile, responded by proclaiming herself as the 'weakest person on the planet.' She later admitted to skipping lunch, never eating breakfast, and having a small dinner. Yeah, the nutritionist in me believes that would do it.
And finally, the moment that everyone's been waiting for: my smooth-talking attempt at asking out a girl I met a few weeks back (I figure it's best that I continue to leave out names). Things were going well, as I was as charming as always (modesty is my best quality), while waiting for a good opportunity to talk -- like maybe two minutes when her constantly hovering sister wasn't around. While were were washing our cutting boards, I asked if she wanted to chill outside of the food kitchen some time. She responded by basically repeating my questions in an obvious attempt to stall for time. Later, as I awkwardly waited in the hallway for her to come out, pretending to check my cell phone, I asked her again. This time, she revealed that she had a boyfriend, and while I tried to save face by acting as if that wasn't what I meant, she smiled and said we'd talk next time. I guess it's a good precedent for what's to come this week -- more rejection in the office. See, even managed to end this on my usual low note.