A Case of the Mondays...
I hope that everyone reading this is doing OK.
I am seriously considering putting up pictures of my cubicle and other work-related photos in my cubicle…to really push the point that there’s no other place I’d rather be…Some people have pictures of loved ones and/or places they’d rather be. I am currently surrounded by work-oriented crap and a few enormous pictures: one of a 1970s deli assortment and a giant sandwich… this thing’s about five feet wide by about three feet high…(they were going to throw it out, so I offered to take it).
The other poster directly in front of me is a Burger King ad for the "BK Steak Burger"...(found in between boxes on a skid of stuff)...
I have a few pix of Billie Joe from Green Day performing and giving the finger in my cubicle as well...but nothing too personal...I like to keep my personal life to myself...It's a case of what George Costanza would call "worlds colliding"...I woudn't think of putting up a picture of my woman, Lasagna, (that's her stage name)...in my cubicle...But one thing that I do find interesting is that of the women in the office who have personal pictures up, the pix are usually of their kids...not their husbands...Interesting...I don't know what it means exactly, but I have an idea...
But enough about that.
How was your weekend?
Just kidding...I don't want to hear about it...
So tonight is the series finale of "Six Feet Under"...It's been such a depressing season....Last week, I was flipping channels after it was over...There appeared to be nothing on that I wanted to watch...I saw that a film that I had never heard of was playing on one of the movie channels. It was called "Box of Moonlight" and it had some cool actors in it, so I decided to watch it until The Daily Show (I can't seem to get enough of Jon Stewart's smugness and constant use of the word "Jewy"...It's still pretty funny, but his smugness is getting close to that of Dennis Miller and Bill Mahar lately...)...Anyway, the movie wasn't too bad...I like John Turturro and Sam Rockwell ...Anyway...Rockwell displays his junk in a few of the swimming scenes. Since I mentioned Samantha Morton's groin in an earlier post, it's only fair that I report this penis sighting. It shouldn't really be a big deal to see someone nude, but I guess that's the way it has become. Usually, you'll see someone from behind...or just up to the waist area...So I was surprised to see Rockwell's dog and dice, if you will...And that's all I have to say about that.
(Most guys will usually remember any form of female nudity in a film...even if they don't remember their girlfriend's birthday)...
I also saw "I, Robot" the other night...It wasn't that great. Will Smith's ego is getting pretty out of control...
The UFC was pretty awesome on Saturday night...Tune in to SpikeTV's "The Ultimate Fighter: Season 2" tonight at 11:05 pm EST.
That's it for now.
My lunch is over.
Your Pal,
Zambo.
posted by Zambo at 1:12 PM
2 Comments:
"Six Feet Under" was pretty cool. A lot happened in the last 10 minutes or so...(Season 4 is available on DVD today).
"The Ultimate Fighter: 2" was more like "The Ultimate Pussy"...Sorry to say it, but if the two guys truly wanted to be there, why did they quit? If they talk all tough, then they should at least be able to back it up. (Like on "Fear Factor" where contestants talk smack and then fall on their faces)...I could never do it, so I think it's cool that these guys enjoy fighting so much...It's like reading about the military or the world of pornography...it's interesting, but not for me...
That's it for now.
Zambo.
"Six Feet Under" was very good - although I'm sad to see it go (watching that show was almost like a visit from a good friend), it's nice to see a TV show go out while it's still fuckin' wicked. Seinfeld claims to have done the same thing, but he missed the boat a little bit; the last season - maybe even the last two seasons - were decidedly lacklustre. The first three seasons of "The Sopranos" were shit-your-pants good, but it has yo-yoed between boring and watchable ever since. It seems like the entertainment industry is devoted to beating a dead horse as long as there's even a chance of squeezing out a profit. How many shitty sequels and re-makes have been wheeled out for us to watch like a public execution in the last 6 or 7 years? "The Simpsons" has become a pale imitation of itself, SNL is excruciatingly unfunny (with the exception of Robert Smigel's contributions), "Survivor" is a pussyfest (in a bad way)... Dave Chappelle probably did the right thing by getting out when he did. It's like the Terry Schiavo case is being embodied by our entertainment: do we pull the plug on this mindless zombie, or leave it alone and try to pretend there's still a flicker of intelligence behind the drooling, cross-eyed lump of meat with a faint pulse?
Speaking of pussyfests, TUF2 was kind of a letdown. The guys from last season would eat most of these candy-asses alive and then pick their teeth with the bones. I wonder if some of these guys are more enamoured with the idea of being on television than with smashing someone's face in. Let's hope not, we've seen what kind of idiots come out of the woodwork for a chance to get some attention on American Idol. And it seems kind of stupid to appear on television just to let the world know you're a "tomato can" who packs it in after a mere six hours of grueling workouts. I think Dana White hit it right on the head when he said that TUF2 is going to weed out the guys who think they want to fight from the guys who KNOW they want to fight. Then again, Season Two has some pretty big shoes to fill - the finale of TUF1 was one of the greatest things ever shown on TV. With any luck we'll have another Forrest vs. Stephan in the finale.
I guess I should do some work... I'm getting paid while I write this.
Seacrest, out!
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