Blogged out
I have had pretty much nothing to say for the past 4-5 days. I mean, sure - Amazing Race was on and it was hilarious. The Weavers and their bible-thumping, hypocracy-embracing ways were infuriatingly entertaining but they weren't eliminated, sadly.
America's Next Top Model was hilariously shallow, as per usual (sorry, no recap on TVGasm.com for this week - it was an infamously lazy "clip show").
The Apprentice: Martha Stewart was ingenious and pretentious, as always. The teams had to create a moving, 3D billboard for Tide's Tide-to-Go stick thing that APPARENTLY eliminates stains. Frankly, if the fucker was filled with water it would eliminate stains right after they happen...sigh. Nevermind. One team did amazingly well, while the other was amazingly bad - and Martha, not to be outdone by the flock-of-seagull-topped Donald, fired not one, but TWO of her prospective employees (like any one of these assclowns will ever REALLY work for Martha Stewart). The fish-on-dock flailing that one girl was doing to try and save her own skin by lying incessantly, and frankly, pulling a whole load of nothing out of her ass was mesmerizing. Unfortunately, she tried to attack the most inconspicuous, hard-working member of the team, stating that 'everyone' had talked and he had to go. What a buffoon.
Survivor: Guatamala was on last night and they got rid of one of my favourite guys, but it wasn't really a surprise. Episode wasn't really noteworthy other than some heterosexual-esque, macho posturing that really only hides a very active and pulsating homosexual desire. These farm boys are so obvious sometimes...
...and THAT is your shitty television coverage for the week. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE.
Nothing much else to report. My P & A roomie has been suspicious quiet and/or nice when I've seen him, so we'll see. I'm sure he has another salvo of tacky knick-knacks that he wants to attack me with. I SHALL OVERCOME. I realized that writing about it in this blog is release enough for me and confronting someone who is so detached from reality is really only accomplishing one thing: a decent into madness for yours truly. So it ends here.
Have been inducting the boyfriend into the James Bond Pantheon and he's enjoying it immensely (at least that's what I was told). We watched Goldfinger last on a sleep-deprived Sunday afternoon and he fell asleep through exhaustion. We'll have to go back and watch the ending before moving onto Thunderball.
Thunderball is noteworthy for several reasons:
Episode III was released Tuesday. I have to hunker down and buy this and then never, ever, ever give George Lucas a penny ever, ever, ever again in my life. I promise that to you.
The boyfriend is returning this weekend. Quite excited. We get to catch up on Dallas and he gets to see Who Shot JR?
It was (highlight below to find out):
I can't believe you. Did you really think I was gonna write it in here? PUH-LEEZ.
...never woulda guessed, huh?
S.
America's Next Top Model was hilariously shallow, as per usual (sorry, no recap on TVGasm.com for this week - it was an infamously lazy "clip show").
The Apprentice: Martha Stewart was ingenious and pretentious, as always. The teams had to create a moving, 3D billboard for Tide's Tide-to-Go stick thing that APPARENTLY eliminates stains. Frankly, if the fucker was filled with water it would eliminate stains right after they happen...sigh. Nevermind. One team did amazingly well, while the other was amazingly bad - and Martha, not to be outdone by the flock-of-seagull-topped Donald, fired not one, but TWO of her prospective employees (like any one of these assclowns will ever REALLY work for Martha Stewart). The fish-on-dock flailing that one girl was doing to try and save her own skin by lying incessantly, and frankly, pulling a whole load of nothing out of her ass was mesmerizing. Unfortunately, she tried to attack the most inconspicuous, hard-working member of the team, stating that 'everyone' had talked and he had to go. What a buffoon.
Survivor: Guatamala was on last night and they got rid of one of my favourite guys, but it wasn't really a surprise. Episode wasn't really noteworthy other than some heterosexual-esque, macho posturing that really only hides a very active and pulsating homosexual desire. These farm boys are so obvious sometimes...
...and THAT is your shitty television coverage for the week. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE.
Nothing much else to report. My P & A roomie has been suspicious quiet and/or nice when I've seen him, so we'll see. I'm sure he has another salvo of tacky knick-knacks that he wants to attack me with. I SHALL OVERCOME. I realized that writing about it in this blog is release enough for me and confronting someone who is so detached from reality is really only accomplishing one thing: a decent into madness for yours truly. So it ends here.
Have been inducting the boyfriend into the James Bond Pantheon and he's enjoying it immensely (at least that's what I was told). We watched Goldfinger last on a sleep-deprived Sunday afternoon and he fell asleep through exhaustion. We'll have to go back and watch the ending before moving onto Thunderball.
Thunderball is noteworthy for several reasons:
- it is the first James Bond film to be shot using panavision lenses and cropped to 2.35:1 (the previous films, Dr. No, From Russia With Love and Goldfinger were all shot in 1.85:1, which is closer to a television screen.)
- the movie was embroiled in controversy because Fleming did not solely write the book. (from imdb.com: Kevin McClory, Ian Fleming and Jack Whittingham collaborated on an original story and screenplay for what would have been the very first 007 film, entitled "James Bond, Secret Agent". McClory reportedly wanted Richard Burton to play James Bond. For whatever reasons, the movie was never made. Fleming had previously cannibalized plots prepared for two other abandoned Bond spin-off projects, a newspaper comic strip and a television series, for 007 novels, and similarly turned this one into his novel "Thunderball". However, in this case his right to do so was not so clear. When Albert R. Broccoli bought film rights to the Bond novels from Fleming, McClory initiated legal action. Although this production is a fairly faithful adaptation of the published novel, McClory's suit resulted in only the earlier screenplay being credited as source material. McClory's producer credit is probably just another term of the settlement.
- the movie was remade in 1983 as "Never Say Never Again" starring Sean Connery and Kim Basinger
- it is the first time Sean Connery performs the gun barrell opening himself
- it has TWO theme songs, "Mr. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang" performed by Dionne Warwick was replaced at the 11th hour with "Thunderball" performed by Tom Jones - the DVD edition has both versions.
- it was supposed to be the first Bond film
- it is part of the 'Blofeld Trilogy' of Fleming's books - Thunderball, On Her Majesty's Secret Service and You Only Live Twice. Film continuity, however, destroyed this story arc and leads to several logical errors in the films.
- it is the first Bond film in which the character does not smoke
- it is Sean Connery's favourite performance
- it is the ONLY Bond film in which ALL "Double-O" agents are seen, and in one room.
Episode III was released Tuesday. I have to hunker down and buy this and then never, ever, ever give George Lucas a penny ever, ever, ever again in my life. I promise that to you.
The boyfriend is returning this weekend. Quite excited. We get to catch up on Dallas and he gets to see Who Shot JR?
It was (highlight below to find out):
I can't believe you. Did you really think I was gonna write it in here? PUH-LEEZ.
...never woulda guessed, huh?
S.
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