The Great Episode Reshuffle

I wasn’t going to blog about this because it seems trivial, but I’ve been on a television kick the past few weeks, so television is one of the main things I have to talk about right now. I saw Medium this week and the oldest daughter, Ariel, had just gotten her Learner’s Permit and her father was giving her driving lessons. This would be all well and good if the same daughter hadn’t been driving in an episode of Medium that aired a couple of weeks before. I remember the daughter driving because when I saw her, I turned to the person I was watching the show with and asked them when the girl got her license. They were just as surprised as I was. It really bothers me when shows aren’t consistent. I’m one of those people who notice things like that. I mean it didn’t ruin the show for me, it just annoyed me. Please take the time to put the episodes in the right order. Dont throw out a new episode with no consideration of the episodes that came before it.

Status: Thinking that there is nothing wrong with a little continuity.

Missing My Words

I feel like I haven’t blogged in a while. I’ve been trying to do at least two posts a week. I guess I just don’t have much to say. I’ve been trying to make some final decisions about things. I spent a good week with my mind made up, but now I have gone back to flip-flopping. I think being indecisive is just in my nature, along with self-doubt.

Status: Sad that Kyle XY has been cancelled and Monk is ending after this summer.

Scatter Please

The stimulus package put back in some good things for Ohio so I can’t be as bitter anymore.

I’ve been watching American Idol again. I was really rooting for the Ohio guys last night but neither delivered. The guy from Beachwood, Stephen Fowler, should have been great, but he, like so many of his fellow contestants selected the song from hell. I don’t know why he did that to himself.

I’m thinking about announcing something, but I haven’t made a final decision so I can’t go in to specifics yet.

I wish I was more decisive.

Status: Feeling a little scatterbrained.

Everyone Knows Celebrities are More Important Than Real News

This has been a stressful week. I’m tired of hearing celebrity gossip but I can’t escape it. How did celebrity gossip worm its way in to regular newscasts? The news already focuses its attention on all that is wrong with the world, I don’t need to hear the same gossip rephrased every day about the same situation. In case you can’t read between the lines: I’m tired of hearing about Chris Brown and Rihanna. My goodness! Neither of them has released a statement to the media yet every day there is something new reported/leaked. The only thing I want to hear is what they have to say, even though their situation is none of my business. When one of them says something, let me know, until then, let’s talk about the plethora of major issues that are effecting America.

Speaking of issues effecting America: can we have the stimulus package already? And while we’re at it, can the government explain to all the people suffering in my state (Ohio) why their suffering will continue for the forseeable future because it is not the federal government’s responsibility to step in and help. The government will freely hand the American people’s money to banks but when its time to figure out a way to get the American people’s money back in to the hands of the people, then its time to sit down and do some serious thinking because Heaven forbid they spend too much of the American people’s money on the American people. Then again, as a disclaimer in case my ignorance has over simplified the issue, I freely admit that I know nothing about economics.

Status: Wondering why Chris Brown and Rihanna are getting more coverage than the stimulus package. Hmm. Which issue is more important?

Serrated Edges

So much happened this weekend. I don’t know where to begin. It’s a shame that the stories I want to talk about are all about other people’s lives. Celebrities are real people just like the rest of us but whenever they mess up people care. I confess that I am actually more upset with Alex Rodriguez using steroids than I am with whatever happened between Chris Brown and Rihanna. Don’t get me wrong, domestic violence is not a trivial matter, but I don’t know exactly what happened between them yet so there’s still a chance that something may change my opinion of the situation, but with Alex, the reveal is over. Why Alex? Why? He said he felt a lot of pressure because he was the highest paid player. Um, okay. That doesn’t make using steroids okay. I am terribly disappointed in him. I’m happy that he stopped using them, but still disappointed that he used them at all. I remember when he and Derek Jeter first started playing professional baseball, back when I was much younger and they were much cuter. I hope next weekend brings better news because this weekend was bad.

Oh I forgot to talk about the Grammy’s. I don’t have much to say about the show. I saw it. I was happy to see Sugarland and Adele but I still don’t get why their performances were joined but not really joined. Either sing together or just give them two different sets since they essentially did two different sets until they came together at the end. I love Taylor Swift, but I wasn’t feeling the collaboration with Miley Cyrus, probably because I group Miley with the Jonas Brothers and I put Taylor right up there with Sugarland. I think I am one of the few people left in the world who does not like the Jonas Brothers. It’s nothing personal against them, I’ve just done the whole cheesy boy band thing before (Hi Backstreet Boys and N Sync and 98 degrees).

Here’s a random poem:

Serrated Edges

Though the light was transformed from the part that hurt
The dark still remained, reminiscing about the old times
The sun did its best to illuminate all that was there
But the darkness had already laid its claim.
Emptiness chopped down the progress,
Like a rusty blade leaving traces of its path
All that could breath on its own soon perished
While that which needed something else was left behind.
What was sharpened by a silver tongue can no longer last.


Status: Acknowledging my constant battle between changing and staying the same.

Ode to Change

I don't have much to say today. I finally worked out my master plan for the summer: Do something major. I feel like I have to make a major change in my life. I don't know why, but the call to action is finally too loud for me to ignore. This summer I will be getting a new residence because I need a change of scenery. To the voices in my head: the message has been received so feel free to quiet down a little. I hear you, okay, I hear you.

Status: Hoping this post didn't make me sound a little, shall we say, disturbed.

Don’t Talk About Michael Phelps For (Allegedly) Smoking Pot, Talk About Him For Being Dumb Enough to Do it In Public!

I wasn’t going to say anything about Michael Phelps and the bong, but I woke up this morning and realized that there was not something wrong with him, but rather with me and my assessment of his situation. When I first saw the headline, I wasn’t surprised that Phelps was smoking pot. I didn’t click on the story to find out more about his drug use; I clicked on the story to find out which one of his friends sold him out. After reading the article, I wasn’t bothered by the marijuana, but rather his stupidity. If he had done drugs with his friends and one of them turned him in, I would have said that was a bad friend, but he did drugs around a bunch of strangers who had absolutely no allegiance to him. I mean what did he expect? The most shocking part for me is that it took so long for the story to be published. I bet the American magazines didn’t want to touch it and that’s why it had to be published by the British first.

On a completely random note: Some people think it is strange that I have never tried marijuana or anything like that. I’ve been around people who were smoking marijuana. I’ve had people hold a joint up to my lips and try to get me to try it, but I pushed it away and continued talking. It’s just not something I’ve ever been tempted to try. I don’t want to know what I’m like when I’m high and I have no intentions of ever finding out. I do wonder how Michael Phelps was when he was high though. He seems like the kind of person who would be bouncing off the walls before he got high and then just kind of chill afterwards. Hmm, perhaps his fellow partygoers can enlighten us.

Status: Wondering what would happen if marijuana was legalized in all the states and wondering if I am the only person who thinks that the Super Bowl commercials are actually not as good as they once were.