Monday, December 31, 2007

Feels Like Summer All The Time

I just got back a couple of days ago from a family vacation to Orlando, Florida. We went there for the holidays to take in all the theme parks. Let me just say that I was not excited at first because I am a creature of habit and ritual. I like my Christmas served cold and in New York, so summer weather in Florida weirded me out.

Also, this was not just a family vacation in the dog days of December, but it was a vacation with a huge family: I got to see my cousins, aunts, uncles for a whole week. I love my family, but like most people's families, they're dysfunctional. I did not think I could survive a week in the hot December sun with clashing personalities. We're all family so you have to put up with shit just like they have to put up with yours. Don't get me wrong though, there are always good times to be had when you meet up with family, but being in a new setting during a landmark holiday adds some tension.

I realize now that I cannot live in warm weather areas because I enjoy the change in the seasons. I want my turkey to have orange and red and yellow leaves just as much as I want my Christmases immaculate (though, I can't remember the last time it snowed on December 25th).

And Oh how stressful this Christmas day was. I started off the day in the bad mood (I think I started out each day I was in Florida in a bad mood). Since the whole family was together, Mom wanted everyone to wear red for the day. Fine I could deal with that except I did not bring anything red on vacation. Oh wait, I did but it wasn't "red" enough (maroon?). So I was forced to wear this bright-ass shirt that did not fit me well. Merry Christmas!

Then we thought we could get into the Magic Kingdom at Disney. We waited in traffic for an hour (should've took 20 minutes) only to be turned away at the entrance because the park had reached capacity. So you're telling me that 1 o'clock in the afternoon on Christmas, Magic Kingdom would be full? No, way? Surely Floridians would find other ways to find a festive place to celebrate? Oh wait, this is Florida. And we were tourists who wake up late and take hours in the bathroom to get ready (that's my fault though). Merry Christmas!

Yay! So instead of celebating Christmas in New York, we're going to cram our asses into Universal Studios. It's festive enough right? Shrek 4-D and Twister and Jaws. Merry Christmas!

Of course I had to have a drink. One Marguerita, please.

Friday, December 21, 2007

It's 4 a.m. I must be lonely

Lost is coming back. When it does, it will be the first time I would be watching it on television. You see, I crammed all three seasons a couple of months ago (in the span of a couple of weeks, right before the start of the school season).

So basically, I'm a lost newbie. A lewbie. A losbie?

Oh why, oh why do I keep getting new shows to get addicted to? Don't I have a life? (Nobody answer that. Literally, no one reads this so no one CAN answer that.)

But I do want to say that I am glad I was able to finally get hooked on to Lost. I will admit. I was hater-ating all the Losties who loved Lost. I refused to jump on the band wagon mainly because I think I feel like I have to be the rebel (I have never seen Survivor. But that's reality crap-a-vision. I Love New York is a classy piece of realicrap). So I will apologize to Lost Nation: "I am sorry for being a hater. Now I really, really, really love Lost. Seriously".

See exhibit A: I love Heroes. I started watching Heroes right away when it first aired. I got all my family and friends hooked immediately. But after the debacle that was volume 2 (my hate for volume 2 deserves it's own blog), Heroes has dropped significantly on my awesome list. Lost has usurped the throne Honestly, even if Heroes didn't drop so badly this season, Lost would still have taken its rightful place. The acting and the writing is top notch. None of that fake-cheerleader-bullshit-love-trangle-japanese-feudal-time-cry-black-tears-shit.

For God's sake, they wasted Ms. Veronica Mars' talents. Now I have to write a letter to Kristen Bell apologizing for those Heroes writers' sorry-ass attempt at writing.

Is there anyway I can get Hiro traded for Lost's Charlie. I mean Hiro has no clue how to use his powers (lame) while Charlie was from drive-shaft. I'm sad now.

And, oh she can. She definitely can.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Let's Blame Video Games, Shall We?

So two 16 and 17 year-old teenagers are accused of killing a 7 year-old girl, who was one of the killer's sister. The police report claims that the two teenagers used "mortal kombat" moves to beat the girl. She fractured her bones, internal bleeding, and brain swelling.

Now it is pretty sad and stupid that two people could do such a thing. They were supposed to be babysitting the girl. Let's end that story there.

But no. Someone had to be fancy and blame it on Mortal Kombat. Now this would have been marginally relevant in, oh, say 1994-- when Mortal Kombat was the provocative game everyone blamed. Has anyone who was not a gamer even played this game? How can they differentiate the Mortal Kombat style moves compared to any old fighting moves. I'm sure the little girl was found frozen in ice a la sub-zero with a ninja spear attached to her.

We should never blame any type of media. In fact, if you blame video games for this, you should blame E! entertainment for glamorizing the Lohan's, Spears' and Kardashian's way of life: act like a teenager when you have children to take care of (yes, I'm looking at you Mrs. Lohan). Violence is violence. Video Games did not invent senseless killing. If you think about it all killing can be deemed senseless. So people shut-up and stop pretending that everything is okay because you THINK you know that video games is the cause instead of your sorry parenting skills.

I hope to God that these two killers were so fuckin' high out of their minds. I hope they thought they were protecting the world from a 4-foot tall alien that resembled one of their sisters. If they weren't reason impaired, I'd have to say I just lost all hope for humanity.

I think I'd rather be a robot and become friends with my 5 th generation iPod.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Yeah. She Could.

Gossip Girl.  Show on the CW here in New York.  Mostly for teens.  Well, okay, only for tweens and teens.  Mostly beautiful and rich people with problems that real people don't get.  But, hey, it's television.  My guilty pleasure this show.
One last thing:  Is it wrong that I think the most attractive person on that show full of young hot girls is the mother?  The "mother".  Yeah, you know who I'm talking about.
And Yeah.  She could definitely get you know what.

Get it.  She could definitely get it.