I feel sorry for anyone who watched Family Guy last night and didn’t get the Adam West on Jeopardy! gag – I laughed my ass off.
Such a random, geeky reference, which is why it was so funny.
(No, I’m not going to explain it, so you’ll just have to suffer. Besides, if I explained it to you it wouldn’t be funny.)
I got a response back from Zazzle about the RLC calendar. It’s still a no-go.
They say they’re following California’s “strict copyright laws” in regards to a celebrity’s name or likeness. They claim that no one can print anything featuring a celebrity’s name or likeness without the celebrity’s permission.
I wonder how it is that magazines like The National Enquirer and Star stay in business then. I mean, that would effectively make it impossible for the paparazzi to make a living legally.
I considered attempting to contact RLC’s representation to try to obtain her permission, but that’s easier said than done. Every Web search I did attempting to figure out who represents her led to the inescapable conclusion that there’s no way to find that information easily without paying for it.
Oh well; I guess it’s not really that important.
It’s still irritating, though.
I did discover, though, that RLC is actually married, and has been since 2004. I had no idea. Guess it just goes to show that I make as lousy a fan as I do a tourist.
Speaking of 2004, over the weekend the new guy – who’s no longer the new guy, as he’s already moved on to a different desk and shift – was asking what this year would be in Roman numerals.
He and Scott were figuring it out and concluded that it was MMVI, but I was insisting that it was MMIV, until I realized my mistake.
Scott said, “Dork, you don’t even know your Roman numerals.”
I said, “Yes I do; it’s just that for a minute there I thought it was 2004.”
So my assertion – based on a false assumption – was technically correct.
It’s just easy to lose track of time, though, especially with my schedule. I mean, by the time I’ve put in twelve days of work an entire month has gone by.
And of course with such gorgeous weather, today seemed like it was much later in the year than it actually is. The trees outside my balcony are already sprouting leaves.
Given the amount of privacy those trees will provide me once they have leaves, I considered actually buying the hammock that I’ve been thinking about getting.
I decided I would hold off until after the roofing people finish their work on the buildings around me, though, so that I won’t have to worry about my idleness being interrupted by the sounds of hammering and Spanish music.
Besides, the rest of the week isn’t supposed to be as nice as today was. In fact, we’re supposed to start getting thunderstorms tonight, no doubt the leftovers of the storms that ran through the Midwest over the weekend.
I noticed today that I’ve settled into quite a rut.
Up until about 4 in the afternoon what I’ll do is sort of up in the air, though it tends to orbit around a handful of activities, but after that it’s pretty well etched in stone.
At 4 I walk down to get the mail. At 4:30 I sit down to watch Everyday Italian and get in some crazy hot Italian goodness.
After that I typically work on a Threshold entry until a bit after 6, at which point I start on/finish up cooking dinner so that it’ll be ready for 6:30, which is when I sit down to eat and watch The Simpsons until 7:30.
I then turn on the Tablet PC and download the daily crossword puzzle for the “Ink Crossword Puzzle” program I have installed on it (because it’s a Tablet PC program I can actually write in the answers like doing a real crossword) while I watch the second half of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit on USA.
After that it’s either Law & Order: Criminal Intent on USA, or plain vanilla Law & Order on TNT, depending on which episode of which is on, or if one or the stations has some other programming on.
That carries me through to The Daily Show with Jon Stewart and The Colbert Report.
After that I shut off the TV and get back on the computer where I write/finish a Threshold entry, work on a picture, or do some random Web surfing until I decide to crash.
This is, of course, broken up by watching new episodes of SVU and L&O on Tuesday and Wednesday nights, as well as Mythbusters (if it’s new), but the basic schedule is the same: from 6:30 to midnight I’m in front of the TV.
I could sit at the computer and watch TV at the same time, but that’s not always an optimal way of doing things, and I find myself missing the evenings in my old apartment when I had my computer in the living room. Oh well.
As can be seen above, I watch a lot of Law & Order.
I’ve also begun watching the new show, Conviction, which is not technically part of the franchise but was created by the same person and takes place in the L&O “universe.”
However, it strays from the formula of the other shows in that it does delve pretty deeply into the personal lives of the characters on the show.
Also, it doesn’t feature the L&O “sound.”
So far (two episodes in) it’s okay, but there are some things about it that bug me.
The ads that ran before the show’s premiere stated that the average age of prosecutors in the New York City District Attorney’s office is 28.
That is, however, the only thing about any of the main characters that is even remotely “average.”
Outside of a fashion show in Milan, or a movie, or, I suppose, a network television drama, you will never see such a collection of pretty people.
Apparently you not only have to be young to be a prosecutor in New York, you also have to be gorgeous. In fact, the one person who was even close to average-looking on the show was killed off halfway through the first episode.
In addition to being unusually pretty, the characters all strain my willingness to suspend my disbelief by being, for the most part, single.
Not only that, but apparently if you’re a young, attractive, successful woman, it is completely impossible for you to find a date. This is presented as matter-of-factly as the idea that murder is against the law.
I guess I just really, really need to move to New York so that I can have my pick of crème of the crop of desperate women.
Either that or become a prisoner.
I just got through watching a report on the local news about matchmaking sites for prisoners. They asked the question, “Why would smart, attractive women seek out relationships with violent convicted criminals?”
The answer is simple: they’ll do anything to avoid resorting to going out with me.
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