The Blog of the Week

February 19, 2007 at 11:10 pm (Uncategorized)

Quote of the Day, 2/19/07:

“Don’t Mass. Up New Hampshire!”

sign on a bridge above 1-93 North, somewhere in Northern New Hamphire

After northern New England got hit with a crapload of snow earlier this week, it was my duty to hit the road and get the hell out of the slushy, icy city for awhile. The destination was Cannon Mtn., located directly off I-93 in Franconia Notch, home to some of New Englands nastiest weather, best skiing, and the starting point for several mountain climbs, including the well known Mt. Layafette/Mt. Lincoln route (the 4th and 7th highest peaks in New England, respectively). I don’t remember exactly where the sign was, but it was somewhere in North Central NH, and it really grabbed my attention (mainly because there was nothing else to really pay attention to, except, you know, the road and everyting). But it got me thinking: which of the northeastern states is the most hated by other surrounding states? I would put three into this catergory: Mass (home of the MassHoles), New York, and ofcourse, the immortal New Jersey. After about twenty minutes of driving and thinking, I came to this conclusion: In northern New England states (Maine, NH, Vermont), it would have to be Mass., simply because Mass is pretty close in proximity to these areas and is home to all-sorts of vices (pollution, crime, drugs, and ofcourse, lots of people) that potentially travel north. But I would also make the argument that at many New England universities, New Jersey gets more of a bad rap, simply because people from New Jersey flock to schools all over the Northeast (although MassHoles do the same, as do New Yorkers). And in these particular cases, I think the word hate is much too strong: whereas the sign I saw showed utter disdain for Mass., at schools around N.E., its more of a “Lets make New Jersey the butt of all jokes,” thing. As for Southern New England, I really can’t speak for who’s the least admired of the three in the states of Conneticutt and Rhode Island, although I would think it wouldn’t be Mass., since we don’t we really go on vacation down there (why would we go to the Long Island Sound when we’ve got the Cape, and the Islands? Thanks but no thanks, Sea Shore Sate.)

Armenian Fact of the Week:

Okay, for anyone who doesn’t know, I’m half Armenian. For those who don’t know where the country of Armenia is (yes, it is a country), it borders Turkey, Georgia (not the state, dummy), Iran, and Azerbaijan, in the Eastern Europe/Middle Eastern area of the world. Armenia is considered to be a part of Eurasia, although it is technically Asia Minor. It was a part of the former U.S.S.R. before re-gaining its independence in the early ’90s. It was the first country in the world to ratify Christianity as its official religion. During World War I, the Turks murdered over 1 million Armenians in the Armenian Genocide, although it is still denied by Turkish officials today. You can always tell an Armenian by their last name, which either ends in -ian or -yan. For instance, my name is Greg Hovanesian (one ‘s’ removed at Ellis Island), and I have relatives with the last names of Garabedian and Kolchalkian.

So there you have it: a very brief lesson on Armenia. I once had a basketball coach who told me he couldn’t pronounce my last name, so my new name would be “Schnitzel” (I guess he figured schnitzel came from Armenia). Hopefully none of you will put an Armenian in an awkward postition such as this. Without further ado, here’s the fact of the week:

It came to my attention last week, while watching E!, that Kim Kardashian, daughter of the deceased Robert Kardashian, who was one of O.J. Simpson’s lawyers, is going to have her very own sex-tape. Kardashian, who is half Armenian, half Iranian, is a good pal of socialite Paris Hilton, and they can often be seen together shopping or partying. Since Paris already stars in two sex tapes (I think), Kardashian must have felt it was time to show us all what she’s got. Now she is sueing the someone (not sure who) due to its release (the male counterpart is rapper Ray J, who I know nothing about). Vivid Video owns the rights to the video (sold by an “unidentified” culprit) and Kardashian is atleast acting like she is not happy with what has happened. Can’t speak for her, but I’m sure in the end, it will be a good career move.

Moving On….

Future Projects from Greg:

Some of you may want to know what I’m planning for the future of this here blog. Here’s some stuff, a lot of which may never make onto these pages.

“James Bond Extravaganza”: As some of you may know, I grew up watching James Bond movies. I think every Sean Connery Bond flick is on VHS at my parent’s house, with the exception of “You Only Live Twice”, which was tragically cut-off during recording. Anyway, I’ve probably seen these about 70 times each, and I have decent knowledge of most Roger Moore films. Well, it just so happens that Comcast OnDemand is carrying every single Bond movie right now on the Encore package. Sadly, I have a pre-historic package right now that isn’t even digital; I won’t get into why, but lets just say that its very affordable. Anyway, my idea is to watch every Bond movie before mid-March when they’re all gone, and write about them. Honestly, the odds aren’t looking very good. I have to watch them at my parents house, and I’m usually busy doing other stuff when I’m there. I have about 20 movies to watch, and since, you know, I have a life and everything, this project is getting dimmer by the day. But maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance that I can glance through a bunch one day, and just write one paper about all of them (I watched “Live and Let Die” to kick off the idea a couple weeks ago, and aside from some unintentional comedy involving the utterly stiff Roger Moore walking through Harlem as 007, and an unbelievably great boat chase at the end, the movie was absolutely awful. I could have just watched 15 minutes of it.) Anyway, don’t keep your fingers crossed.

I also have other future projects, but won’t say anything for now: I’ll keep you in the dark for now.

Moving on…

The Token “Thing that Greg would find funny, but probably no one else who reads this blog would” Thing of the Week:

Trying to think of a better title for this catergory: at the moment, it doesn’t really slide off the tongue, you know? Anyway, most people who know me pretty well know that I can have a really twisted sense of humor at times. I can’t help it: its just the way I think.

Anyway, most of you have probably seen the new McDonalds ads that are on TV these days: they show a young guy munching on a honey chicken wrap as people do deranged things around him: in one example, a guy is trying to dig out of his office through a wall. The guy with the wrap asks what he’s doing, to which his co-worker says “I’m getting out, man. I saw it in a movie.” (I assume he means “The Shawshank Redemption”). To this, the guy with the wrap turns around with a little smirk on his face, looks at his wrap, and says to no one in particular “Looks like somebody missed snack time.” Okay, first of all I’ve been really hungry before, and it usually doesn’t lead to dementia. If I was really hungry at say, work, I would first go to a vending machine, and if that didn’t do it, and it was an emgercency, I would sneak out to get a quick bite, maybe even at McDonalds. I can’t remember the last time that I was so hungry that I just couldn’t help myself from doing something super wierd, like digging a hole in the wall. Honestly, wouldn’t all that work just make you hungrier?

But this is all beside the point. My idea for an ad that no else would find funny is the following: the same guy who’s in all the ads is walking down the street, honey chicken wrap in hand. He comes around a corner, and there on the ground are four bodies in body bags. There’s a bunch of cops and paramedics walking around, and cruisers and ambulances. The guy with the wrap, a little worried and a little curious, asks a bystander what happened.

“Some guy lost his mind,” the bystander replies. “Brought his girlfriend out here on the road, took two other people hostage, and killed them all execution style in front of hundreds of people, and then took his own life. It was horrible. People were crying. Honestly, I myself am a little traumatized.”

To which the guy with the wrap turns around with a little smirk on his face, looks down at his wrap, exhales loudly while gently shaking his head, and states, “Man, looks like somebody missed snack time.”

Again, you’re probably not laughing right now. You’re probably a little revolted. Hey, its to be expected: like I said, I’ve got a wierd sense of humor. That’s how I roll…

Moving On…

The Weekly “Uh-oh, look out everybody, he’s Pissed!” section of the blog:

As some of you have seen in my “Boogie Down Boston” sections of the blog, at times, I rant. Ahh, it feels so good to rant. Cause there’s so much stuff that can be fixed, especially around Boston, and it drives me mad when problems aren’t fixed for no logical reason. So to rant, is to vent. Its fun. You should try it sometime. If anyone pisses you off, bite your lip, and later on, in your bedroom, rip your friend to pieces in a “Rant Diary.” (No, I do not practice this method of ranting).

Back to the point….

This doesn’t warrent “Boogie Down Boston” recognition, but it deserves “Uh-oh, look out, he’s Pissed!” recognition. Honestly, I’m not even pissed. I’m just a little perplexed. Sit down…I’ll tell you about it.

I belong to a volunteer association know as YAVA (Young Alumni Volunteer Association). Honestly, I’ve signed up for some stuff, but haven’t really voluteered yet. Well, I was able to sign up for a black-tie event to volunteer at: you guessed it, I’m going to be hanging out with “local celebrities” at an after-Oscars party at the State House, where’ll I’ll be, I don’t know, doing something to help out. Anyway, being black-tie and everything, I had to get a tux. Figured I’d go to Men’s Warehouse, since they’re cheap and they already had my measurements from the summer (a wedding I attended). Anyway, for those of you who know the Boston area, there are two locations: the CambridgeSide Galleria, and the one in Medford, near Kappy’s.

Lets step back a second: I didn’t want to drive because there was snow and ice everywhere, and I didn’t want to lose my parking spot in Allston, where it can be spotty at times. It was sunny and about 30 degrees: a perfect time, I decided, to take the T up to Wellington on the Orange Line, where the Medford store is located. One reason I was excited (yup, I was excited) was that for the first time in my life, I would get to see the Wellington T stop from the inside (driven past it many times, but never actually set foot in the place). Might seem stupid, but as a long time T-taker, I was curious. Well, about an hour and a half after leaving my apartment, there I was, at the Wellington T stop. And I have to say: it sucked.

Getting off the train, it was like any old stop: escalators taking you back up to ground level, some dude selling candy, weirdos walking around. But then I got outside, and realized, I was trapped on the wrong side of tracks (nothing to do with crime, just literally, on the wrong side of the tracks). There were a lot of buses, and people waiting for buses, and looking over my shoulder, I could see everything that I needed to get to, blocked by fences, train tracks, third rails, and vacant lots. I must have missed something: there must have been a way around this crap. I went back in to invesigate: nope, no luck.

Heading back out, I saw some guy waiting for a bus.

“Hey, how do I get to the other side of the tracks?” I asked.

“Ohh, you gotta go underneath that overpass, then take a right, climb the hill, and cross the bridge.”

Umm…okay. Let’s just say, it sounds easier than it was. First, I had to walk for awhile (the overpass was a little ways away). When I got down there, I realized that it was super, super sketchy to go under the overpass, considering there was a huge sign that read “No Pedestrians Beyond This Point.” Well, I figured the guy had to know what he was talking about: I mean, he was local (although he actually probably wasn’t, since he was waiting for a bus to leave the T stop). So, I gave it a whirl: and once underneath, I realized, the sign was right, the guy was wrong. Lets just say, it was a bad idea, and I exited from where I came (Mom and Dad, please don’t flip out). Safely out of the tunnel, I started walking towards, you guessed it, a hill, with mud and snow. Ohh by the way, did I mention, everything was solid ice, and there were cars and buses driving around at like 50 mph. Hey Gang: You can’t afford to miss the Wellington T stop experience, located on the Orange Line in Medford!!!

Anyway, I found a little trail where I could climb the hill, got a good grip on the concrete wall, and scaled its ass (it helped that I’m from the city of Somerville, where you need to know how to climb chain link fences by the age of seven.) Once on top of the wall, I started to climb up the trail I had found: a swath of mud cut through the snow and ice, with only a few random bottles of mystery liquids in the way. Super cool! After making it to the guardrail, I flipped myself over, and there I was, on the utterly snow and ice covered sidewalk along side Route 16! Clinging to the fence, I was able to make it to safe ground, where it only took about seven minutes to cross the most complicated interesection in the world (if you think it sucks driving around here, imagine walking). But, eventually, I got to the Men’s Warehouse. After about twenty minutes, I was set, with a sweet single button tux set for pick-up on Friday. The only problem: getting back to the T in one piece. Ofcourse it all worked out: I even grabbed a roast beef sandwhich on the way back. But the important lesson here: the Wellington T stop is probably the worst, most pedestrian unfriendly train stop in the country (I would say worse, but I’m sure there’s some worse ones in, say, Calcutta).

Speaking of Roast Beef: That’s another future project I want to tackle: compare all the famous roast beef places in Boston (Kelly’s, Mike’s and Nick’s [ I know, Nick’s isn’t famous.]) I might have to throw Arby’s in as a control (I took one of my friends who was from Vermont to Mike’s one time, and he said “I don’t know, I think it tastes just like Arby’s” which at the time I took for blasphemy, but, having never been to an Arby’s, I can’t really say). My goal, if I do do this: Don’t get fat.

The weekly “Hi Mom!” segment:

Well, I just actually said hi to Mom today. But yesterday, when I came home for a little, I was ripped for the first time ever about my blog:

“Oh, and hey, I don’t want to read about you not walking somewhere because you only have sneakers! You have three pairs of boots here!”

So Mom, since you’re probably reading this, I am taking the boots with the laces to my apartment, and I am sorry for not listening to you earlier as I should have and not taking to the boots to my place in November, just in case.

Some Valentine’s Day leftovers: I wanted to blog about Valentine’s Day, but couldn’t get into the mood, no pun intended. But I did hear some cool facts on the radio which I’d like to re-hash:

A lot of people probably already know this, but the little heart candies, which some claim taste like chalk (although I enjoy them), are made by Necco, right outside of Boston in the city of Revere. That means Revere is known for things not involving hairspray, make-up, strip-clubs, and roast beef (again with the roast beef).

I also learned that the first Valentine’s Day card, as well as the first birth control device, were created in Worchester. Which means Worchester is known for other things besides knife-fights, sleaze-bags, and being cold.

Hopefully no one from Revere or Worchester read this. If you did, I’m sorry: I couldn’t help myself.

Well, I’m spent. That is officially my blog of the week. This may have to be the new format: sorry, but I have a lot of trouble writing on weeknights. Today and last Sunday, I feel/felt like a million bucks. Stuff I do post during the week will probably be shorter, save for special occasions. As for tonight, I may just make another post. So keep you’re eyes open you crazy bastards (you’re not crazy, and you’re not bastards, I’m just saying….)

Until Next Time,

Greg

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Adult Swim chaos re-visited; some other stuff

February 3, 2007 at 11:00 pm (Uncategorized)

Hey Everyone,

How’s it going? Well, things have calmed down here in Boston; the last time I wrote everything, it felt like the world was gonna end. Honestly, looking back, it was a really goofy period of time. I’d like to comment on my previous blog, and recind on a couple of statements. In my fired up state (honestly, I couldn’t help it, I had been listening to about an hour and a half worth of angry radio callers, and I had been watching live police press conferences), I think I made the statement that the items in question looked like “freaking bombs.” I’d just to like say, I don’t think they look like freaking bombs. In fact, they don’t look like bombs at all. That being said, I don’t see the insane reaction as being totally unwarranted. Were things blown out of proportion?: without a doubt. But did the Boston Police Force do a good job by taking all precautions neccesary?: I think so.

I think this whole situation brings up a larger issue, which seems to be that there is a major breach in communication between certain parts of our community. The way I read it in the papers the next day, a T worker saw the object, thought it looked funny, and reported it. He didn’t think it was a big deal, and was surprised by the reaction: the authorities did think it was a big deal. As the day went on, more of these mysterious glowing objects turned up in ominous spots around the city: now, lets pause the story here. As soon as it was discovered that these were all identical objects, something should have clicked with someone. I’m not saying that the authorities involved should have been familiar with this show, leading to the hoax being averted; I’m saying that someone should have been sent to an office with a copy of what the object looked like and a mission: find out what the hell these things were.

Instead, authorities didn’t let anyone see the objects, which I is guess is probably standard when dealing with potential terrorist devices. It just seems funny to me that if someone had said, “Oh wait a minute, let me fax this over to my buddy Greg, he might have an idea,” I would have received the fax and replied that it was the little punk alien from Aqua Teen Hunger Force. And I don’t even watch the show: I watch the network, but its one of my least favorite shows in the line-up. I guess my point is that there were a lot of people around Boston who knew what these things were.

On the same hand, you really can’t ever be too safe these days dealing with terrorist plots and shady objects: just look at the plots that have been foiled in England. So I think its safe to say: Boston overreacted, but this is not too unwarranted these days.

Before I leave it alone forever, just a couple things: One of my roomates brought up the point that she was upset that CNN, owned by parent company Turner Broadcasting, had tremendous ratings all day due to this sensational story, of which they were essentially the cause. Hmmm. Can anyone say, conspiracy theory??

Also, I just want to say a few things about the clowns who put these things up: I was really starting to feel sorry for these guys: no criminal records, just doing their jobs and trying to make a quick $300 bucks. Well, I don’t feel sorry for them anymore. Are you kidding me with that press conference? I mean, look: people are pretty sensitive these days. This point is proven by what happened in Boston the other day. And sure, it seemed obvious to them that it was blown out of proportion. Fine. But when you’re held in captivity by a bunch of people who are really pissed off at you, and don’t really like you, there are a couple of rules to follow: act polite, always say ‘please’ and ‘thank you,’ and definitely don’t, under any circumstances, have a fake press conference where you secretly promote a new TV show and make everyone involved feel like idiots. I don’t think they’ll do jail time (I don’t think they should), but I think they should be careful about what they say to who, especially the guy who’s seeking political aslyum from Belarus at this moment.

Okay, I’m done with that. Honestly, I hope we all are (except Mayor Menino, the more angry quotes, the better. Go Mumbles!!) But I do want to follow up on what I wrote about the Gilmore Girls the other night: one of my coworkers, after reading my blog, informed me that the head writer is actually a guy. He used to write with his wife as a tag-team effort. I was convinced there were no males involved in the writing. Whatever; he’s no guy I would hang around with. In my view, that means he’s not a guy.

Now, to move on to the big game tommorrow: honestly, as soon as the Pats were knocked out of the playoffs, I lost interest in the Super Bowl. Kind of snotty, huh? Thats what happens when your team wins three Super Bowls. But I’m not even sure if it was wholly that. Last year, I was secretly relieved that the Pats didn’t make it: I don’t care how many Super Bowls your team wins (kind of a funny statement) every SB is just as stressful as the last. Honestly, as a diehard fan, its a lot of work to watch your team go all the way: and after two years of that, I wasn’t sure if I could make it through another playoffs (I’m sure I could have). But this year, I was ready for the Pats to make the run again, and when they lost the way they did, I just kind of lost the desire to watch the Super Bowl.

But something odd happened in the last few days: I’ve been bitten by the Super Bowl bug. I haven’t been watching any football specials on TV, haven’t been listening to much sports radio, haven’t been making frequent stops to ESPN.com. Maybe thats why: maybe the sensory overload was sort of killing my desire. But its wierd: I was walking home from work the other day and thought “Damn, I really can’t wait for the Super Bowl.” I’m really pretty pumped. And I have to say, I’m rooting for the Colts. I want to see Peyton Manning win the big one, for a few reasons: first, it gives the Colts more credibility, for all the times we’ve whupped ’em in the past; it gives Peyton more credibility, which will make the NFL a more interesting place; and most importantly, I’ll never have to feel bad (not that I ever would) when the Pats whup ’em in the future. Also, I really kind of like Peyton Manning: at this point, I just want the guy to win it and get it over with. Then we won’t have to deal with awkward Dan Marino comparisons in the future when both guys are in the same room.

Another thing I’m really looking forward too: the Super Bowl ads. Back before the Pats were odds favorites to be in the Super Bowl, this was really my favorite part. I mean, honestly, most Super Bowls were pretty awful games before 2000, when all of the sudden, they got entertaining. Once the Pats started making Super Bowls, the ads were forgotten: this period of time was simply used for re-grouping mentally and catching your breath. Last year I sort of watched them, but I was in between two bars and couldn’t really catch them. This year, I’m ready. Its gonna be just like the old days. In fact, I might even record them all on paper and pick my favorites. All I know is: I’m ready.

One final thing: the big news in the sports world yesterday, if you want to call it big news, is that Brett Favre will not be retiring: he will be returning to the Green Bay Packers for his seventeenth year. Now, I’m not one to criticize guys out loud for not retiring when they should: honestly, I think it sounds pompous. But this time, I’m going to open my mouth: Brett Favre is hurting the future Green Bay Packers by doing this. He has more than plateaued: he crashed back to the ground about three seasons ago. Look, I like Brett Favre: I just don’t know what he has to prove here. If he comes back, and starts again, he’s essentially wasting a first round pick from two years ago, Aaron Rodgers. As long as Rodgers sits on the bench and doesn’t get game experience in this league, the worse his odds become at ever becoming successful. He needs experience. And Favre is not allowing him this. If I was the coach of Green Bay, I would bench Favre, not to serve a message, but because as a football team, I believe the best path is with the young gun. I told one of my friends this two seasons ago, and we got into a little tiff about it: he’s a Green Bay fan, and thought I was a moron for thinking this. I respect his argument, but I think this is the problem: people love Favre so much in Green Bay, they’ll mutiny if he doesn’t start. I mean, can you imagine Favre sitting on the sidelines with a headset and a clipboard? No, neither can I. It will not happen unless he is injured, which shouldn’t be overlooked: in NFL years he’s about 98, and the elderly tend to be more injury prone.

I guess my main problem with the decision is the lack of sense: I mean, what does Favre need? He’s got a Super Bowl ring, numerous MVPs, and he’s definitely a Hall of Famer. Again, I don’t mean to tell a guy when to retire. But in this case, he is setting back the Green Bay organization.

Everyone have a safe weekend. Greg

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Adult Swim and some other stuff

February 1, 2007 at 5:02 am (Uncategorized)

Hello,

Well, its been quiet a day here in Boston, as you all probably know. Although my head was in the sand and I didn’t realize anything was up until about 5:30pm (I really don’t know how this happened), the life and way of the city of Boston as we know it came to a crashing halt sometime this morning. Turns out, Interference Inc., an alternative/guerilla marketing firm, placed glowing devices shaped like the little alien guy from ‘Aqua Teen Hunger Force,” a show on Cartoon Network’s ‘Adult Swim’ sub-network, underneath the I-93 overpass on the Charlestown/Somerville line, as well as on bridges straddling the Mass Pike and Storrow Drive (I think, I’m not really sure at this point). Wow. Theres so much to talk about at this point, I don’t even know where to start.

First of all, lets talk about the moron placing these things around Boston, and the people who were employing him who were just as moronic. I totally understand Adult Swim’s guerilla tactics here: as an avid viewer myself, I know the mentality of the programs and the network’s relations with its viewers, which is pretty unique. I can’t really put it into words: but for the most part, viewers of Adult Swim programs enjoy being messed with by the station: its part of the game. But whoever thought it was a bright idea to put one of these things underneath a bridge on a major, major highway in a major city, where it seemed to go unnoticed for two weeks (leaving us to speculate that it was in a somewhat shady spot where not a lot of people would notice it) is not only a person lacking logical sense, but someone who is insanely stupid. This part of town, for anyone who doesn’t really know Boston, isn’t exactly a hotbed of those who watch Adult Swim, who are usually between 18 and 35 years old. Granted, Bunker Hill Community College is right in the vincinity, but besides that its pretty much commuters, construction workers, cops, T workers, and Charlestown ‘Townies’. Like I said, not exactly the most promising area to market. So to start, it was in a bad location.

But it wasn’t only in a bad location marketing wise: it was in a bad location because it looked like a freaking bomb! I mean, honestly, can’t the numbnut who put this up add two and two together: if a glowing object, of which maybe 3% of the population can idenitify right off as a cartoon character, is spotted by someone attached to the bridge of a highway, authorities are going to be called. And they were. And 93 North, two major bridges in Boston, and large parts of the T subway system were shut down. For the life of me, I can’t see how someone would think this was a good idea in this day and age. Honestly. I live in Allston, the heart of college kids/young people in Boston, a perfect place to market this upcoming movie. If I had seen one of these on, say, Brighton Ave. in Allston, I probably would have laughed, although I wouldn’t have known a movie was coming out. But you can’t expect people who are older and obviously don’t watch this stuff to see this glowing object and not be, well, a little scared.

Okay, I may seem a little angry. I am. Because honestly, theres maybe four TV stations that I watch consistently: the Discovery Channel, the History Channel, the ESPNs (which has been phased out a little due to the ending of the football season this weekend), and specifically Adult Swim on the Cartoon Network (I also watch the Weather Channel and re-runs of ‘Saved By the Bell’ on TBS in the morning, but thats beside the point). I Love Adult Swim. The combination of their edgeneness towards their viewers and great programs (Futurama, Family Guy, and The Venture Brothers to give a few examples) is a breath of fresh air on late night TV. You always know what you’re going get. Their not afraid to insult or confuse their viewers with bizarre promos because they know the viewers aren’t going anywhere. Nothing’s ever taken seriously: you can always expect to find great quaility cartoons for mature audiences (which I think is a greatly misunderstood genre by the majority of folks over 35). And now, sadly, this oasis is at threat.

I’m not saying its going to change. Hey, maybe it won’t. But, undoubtably, people are going to fired due to this fiasco, and lots of money will be lost. Those higher up at Turner Communications, the parent company of the Cartoon Network, are going to be royally pissed off. The entire city of Boston is calling for the heads of the board room members as I write this. Maybe Adult Swim will stay the same; maybe in a month, this will be a valuable lesson learned but no more. But who’s to say the CEO of the Cartoon Network, or maybe the authority more closely associated with Adult Swim, doesn’t lose his or her job? I’m not, thats for sure. Will ripples be felt? Will we see gradual changes over the next few months? Will the FCC feel pressured to kick some butt? Most importantly, will any of the edgeness be gone? My hope is that this great network isn’t effected: we’ll certainly see most of the same shows. But I guess, in time, we’ll see where this leads Adult Swim.

Oh well…enough about this story. On a totally unrelated note, I went to see ‘Children of Men’ last night. I didn’t really know what to expect: most people had told me it was good, but I wanted to check it out for myself. My final verdict, after watching it: I didn’t like it as much as I thought I would, and now, about 24 hours later, I realize I didn’t like it all. I mean, it was original, don’t get me wrong, but besides that, there was nothing I found really captivating about it. To me, it seemed like the type of movie a Socialology professor would like: “This, my friends, is what happens to people when we fail to re-populate!!” Um, okay…but how did everyone become infertile in the first place? The, movie, as a whole, just didn’t do it for me. I don’t even want to discuss it. If someone wants to disagree, throw me a bone.

On another unrelated note, I watched the ‘Gilmore Girls’ for the first time last night. My roomate warned me: “Its really cheesy, but I really like it!” Well, I couldn’t refuse something like that. It was not really cheesy: it was really, really, really, really, really, really cheesy. I found myself captivated by the dialogue in the first minute: no one, and I mean no one, except the cheesiest people in the world, would have these conversations. I mean, conversations of this nature just don’t happen. Anyone who watches the show and enjoys it, you know what I mean.

And then theres the guys in this show, if you want to call them that. I don’t: I’d rather call them women in men suits, or men with vaginas. Plainly speaking, they were not male, period. The premise of the episode I watched was that Chris, the husband of the elder Gilmore girl, was installing a flat screen TV. His reasoning: “So I can watch Reggie Bush on a flat screen.” Seems like a reasonable answer to any female, but me being a football savy male had these questions to ask: “You live in Connecticutt, but you want to watch Reggie Bush? Um, why? Don’t you have a team, or are you one of those guys who doesn’t follow a team? If you do have team, did you just pick New Orleans because they drafted Bush?” See, if the female writers cared about catering to male viewers, they would make him a Jets fan, or maybe a Pats fan. Ofcourse, this really isn’t a problem because in the entire United States there were probably 6 male viewers last night, one of whom was me. About halfway through the show I came up with the conclusion that if I had to live my life trapped on the set of this show with these people, I would shoot myself within two days. I’m not joking; I told my roomate this. To sum it up: my favorite character was the grandfather, who had a heart attack at the end of the show. I laughed when he had the heart attack. Thats usually not a good sign when grave physical danger of you’re favorite character on a show causes you to laugh.

One more note: I listened to Chris’s little spiel at the end through my closed bedroom door, and I have this to say. Chris should get over himself, and fast. The elder Gilmore is hot, as are most of the females on this show, and he deserves to lose her. In fact, I hate slimy guys like him more than anything. “Oh, you don’t love me, wah, wah, wah!” I hope the elder Gilmore dumps his pathetic ass. I just had to get that out there.

See ya. Bedtime. Greg

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