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Bar Tuesdays: Season Four - Week Four

Week Four: Mug Shots



We headed back into Providence this week to one of Paul's college bars. We wanted to go off-season to try to capture the Lovable Locals instead of dealing with the youngsters and it turned out that the Lovable Locals were...us. Yes, we arrived at the bar at 8PM and were the only people there aside from the people working there until 3 guys came in around 10:30. What made it fun was that it was the first night that they were doing karaoke at the place so we ended up with a surprise karaoke bonus. This also meant that aside from the karaoke hosts, we were the only ones singing. Over and over and over again. It was like our own private show and it was awesome. We pulled out all kinds of random songs as well as songs we would never normally do and some we will never do again (I'm looking at you, Vibeology. Paul and I tackled that one and found out that it's not really a song and it is also quite ENDLESS.) Anyhoo, back to the bar - this was our first Bar Tuesday bar with a cover. $5?! Eh, it probably paid for the karaoke so I didn't mind. The bar itself was pretty fun inside. It was really small and it had a jail theme, complete with chain-link fences around all of the booths. We rolled VIP in the booths as usual and found them to have the smallest tables in the world:





We knocked that table all over the place. Each booth was named after a different criminal and had his newspaper articles on the wall. We sat in the Al Capone booth. We also had a special appearance by Brent's fiancee Nicole, who brought a friend along to experience his first Bar Tuesday:



Our pal Lindsey also made her return appearance to Bar Tuesdays:





It's good to have you back, girl!

Of course, you know we couldn't let those fences go to waste while there was a camera around:







When Paul looked at his picture in my camera window, he FLIPPED out over his supposed double chins. I told him that it was just the way he was posing, but he was still saddened immensely by the whole thing:



The other thing we clearly were not letting go to waste in that bar was the Mug Shot wall. We decided to pose how we would like our mug shots to look like should we ever be arrested:







As opposed to what they would probably look like:









I love how Lindsey is all glamorous in both of hers while I'm a little too happy to be picked up for hitting on a 17 year-old boy. Not that I would ever do that. (As long as they have a license it's okay, right? No? Okay, I'll shut up now...hey, is that a unicorn over there?)

In terms of the karaoke, Paul, Lindsey, Brent and I kept it going along with the hosts until those guys came in later and joined in the fun. Here's Lindsey belting out some Alicia Keys:



But once again, what good are pictures when I have short video clips? Sadly, the other patrons missed these performances. Well, sadly for Paul's Survivor and Lindsey and Paul's take on Promiscuous, but not so much on my pulling out some Little Mermaid shit. But really, how can you NOT sing a Little Mermaid song when it's in the karaoke book? It's so random that you have to do it. It may very well be required. I was just doing my civic duty, people. In any event, here are the clips:



Oh, Mug Shots - you allowed us to sing all kinds of things with no one there to listen. Thank you, and we'll be back.

And let's just all hope that none of those fake mug shots come true....

Next week: More Bar Tuesday karaoke at a bar with a name that was MADE for us. See you then!

Bar Tuesdays: Season Four - Week Three

Week Three: House of Wu & Captain's Quarters

For week three of this summer's tour we decided to honor season three's Chinese Restaurant mini-tour by doing a one night Chinese Restaurant & After Bar. Also, we heard there was a Chinese restaurant that served different flavors of scorpion bowls, so obviously we were there. Behold, the House of Wu:



There were 5 different flavors of scorpion bowls and in the end I believe the group went with the Mango, Strawberry and Blue Bay flavored bowls. The mango one had a fun name that I wish I could remember - it was something like Wu Tang Mango, but not. In any case, here they are with their giant straws:







After sampling the bowls, Bryan discovered that the mixture of the Blue Bay and Mango bowls combined to make an ultra delicious treat, which led to him drinking from both at the same time for the rest of the night, which Paul joined in shortly thereafter.



Michael and I opted for water and tea:



Or, as the menu liked the call them, the "none alcoholic drinks":



We also could have ordered "chocolates milk." Speaking of the menu, I ordered the extra person for $8.45:



I asked for a cute boy and the waitress denied my request, pointing out that I was with 5 of them myself. BOO!!!! My type of guys are the ones who are probably worth $8.45. I'm just saying, I like them poor. Anyway, the only adventures that happened at the House of Wu all took place in the bathrooms. First, I went into the ladies room which was so tiny that you had to close the door in order to open the stall door. The stall then happened to be as big as my thumb. After some acrobatic moves trying to pee in that small space, I came out to wash my hands and found this sign next to the sink:



I highlighted the part that immediately jumped out at me. ...Really? I...what...this is a mass-produced sign - are there THAT many food service workers that spend that much time with live animals that it needs to be listed on a bathroom sign? I think I'll be eating in for a little while. That sign was my excitement in the bathroom, but that's nothing compared to Paul's experience.

Sorry, Paul - I have to tell it.

Towards the end of our meal, Paul announced that he couldn't wait any longer and had to "take a House of Wu Poo." He re-emerged from the bathroom a little too soon and sat down at the table all red-faced and announced, "The cook just walked in on me taking a shit." He was MORTIFIED. Apparently, he locked the door but it still turned when the cook walked in. He said there was no stall, just a little half-wall separating the urinal from the toilet and the cook kept walking when he came in as if he was still going to pee. Then he must have noticed Paul's shocked face and just said, "Oh, so sorry," and slinked out. Paul was SO embarrassed, and we are kind people after all, so we offered our support: "Did he ask if you were almost done with the pu pu platter?" "Did he think you were the extra person I ordered?" "Did he scare the shit out of you?"

After the bathroom debacle, we decided it best to make our exit, but not before pausing outside to pose on the random God Bless America-engraved bench:



And then sweetly and inappropriately on the filthy bench in the side parking lot:





Wow, I wish I could blame some of the things that I do on alcohol. CLASSY.

After we left the House of Wu, we went down the street to a neighborhood that we thought would have some good bars. We wandered up and down the main street to where we thought some bars had been, but all we found were empty storefronts. Then, around the corner we spotted a telltale neon glow in a tiny window. It wasn't the bar we were looking for, but when we walked in, we realized it was the only one we needed. Hello, Captain's Quarters:



The bar was located below and old hotel that used to rent rooms by the hour, so you know it was our kind of place. Also, we walked in and saw these shelves on the wall:



That was all I needed to see to put my purse down and settle in. And people, Captain's Quarters was awesome. The bartender was super nice and came and sat right down with us. There were only about 3 people in the bar section and the whole game room was empty, so we went in there to take advantage of the free pool. That, and the boxing video game:



Who needs a Golden Tee when you can punch things really hard? NO ONE. Also, about four minutes after we sat down the bartender came in and said she would turn on the jukebox for us if we wanted. Lady, have you met us? Turn that shit ON. We had some interesting choices that night, ending with a rousing rendition of Private Dancer at the end of the night that had Paul, Bryan and I singing really loudly in our best Tina Turner voices and driving David and Michael outside in a "We don't know them!" frenzy. Come on guys, it's effing Private Dancer. You HAVE to. "All the men come in these places," indeed.

Before we drove them out of the bar, we spent the night playing pool, dancing our asses off, punching that video game bag, and in some cases, gambling:





I also made sure to stay far away from the men's room as it made matters QUITE clear:



I'm sorry, but do a lot of women want to use the men's room with the urinal cakes and all? Gross.
We started taking some sweet and fun pictures:





And then David grabbed the camera and the fun began. It had been a while, so it was time for a proper Bar Tuesdays photo shoot. We normally do the "What's Fun Outside The Bar?" shoots, but in this case the only thing fun outside of the bar is probably murder, so we did most of the pictures inside. So without further ado, I present to you the Captain's Quarters Photo Shoot. David got all fancy with some, like the one of my soda, but I think this is my favorite shot of the bunch:



Oh photo shoots, how I have missed you.

In the end, we had a really fun night, even if the cook did walk in on Paul taking a dump. By the time he was singing, "American Express will do nicely, thank you," he had forgotten all about it. That's the magic of Bar Tuesdays. And vodka.

See you next week!

Public Access TV Jackass: That's Me!

I have other entries to write, but no time right now so instead I thought I would share with you some clips from the public access karaoke show that Paul and I guest host. This is the one where we go shopping at thrift stores and dress like morons just to make it more fun. The first clip is from our most recent hosting gig - check out my GORGEOUS necklace - and the second is from our All-Stars show. You'll see why we called it that when you watch the clips. Let me know what you think in the comments because I've got plenty more where these came from if you want to see them. Enjoy!

Pam Goes To Minnesota (And FINALLY MEETS SHELLY!)

#41: Meet Shelly.

So my list of 101 Things to do in 1001 Days may have expired 9/28/07, but I am gleefully crossing this one off of the list, even if it is quite belatedly. Good things do come to those who wait, because after being friends since March of 2003 or something crazy like that, I FINALLY got to meet my friend Shelly in person last weekend and I had the BEST time. I had tried to get out her way for her wedding in December of 2007, but plane fare was quite high at that time, so I had to sit it out. But thankfully, I decided to check plane fares on a whim a few months ago and found a great rate to Minnesota so I just decided, "I'm going to go visit Shelly!"

And that I did.

It's so funny to meet someone that you've been friends with online because in some special cases, that person knows a LOT about you. Sometimes it's easier to tell Internet pals things that you may not share all of with your home friends just because they're outside of the situation and can give you good advice or just listen and share their stories with you. And although it seems like it should be a little awkward or weird if you finally meet in person, I have found that it never is. Shelly was no exception - we fell right into our groove as if we've been hanging out for years. I mean, we virtually "hang out" through regular e-mails and sometimes on the phone, so I suppose it should come easy. Still, nothing beats kicking it in a hotel hot tub together while engaging in some good ol' fashioned girl talk. It was little moments like these that made my fun trip even better. And Shelly's husband, Todd? Totally awesome. We all just had an easy-going kickass weekend, and I thank them for taking me on a tour of the town and showing me an amazing time. And kudos to finding a FANTASTIC dive bar to hit for karaoke - it was a perfect Bar Tuesday establishment and may need to move its location up here immediately. The clientele, too. Plus, I'm forgetting to mention one of the most important things: MALL OF AMERICA. That's right, I conquered that bitch.

But what good are words when I have pictures of our adventures? There are many, so I'm going to put them all on the next page so as not to take up my whole page with pictures of me on the flume ride at the mall. Oh, yes.

Click below for the picture diary!

Yes, Please.

I have many pictures to post from last weekend's trip to FINALLY meet my friend Shelly and visit The Mall of America while I was at it, but not enough time tonight - stay tuned for that later this week. In the meantime, here are 2 things that both made me announce, "Yes, please," this weekend:

1. THIS:



There really is nothing more to say to that. Yes, please, INDEED. Damn.

2. Billie Joe looking fine-as-wine in the new Green Day video. As a bonus, I love this song as well:

Green Day - "21 Guns" - HD

Bar Tuesdays: Season Four - Week Two

Week Two: Billy's Frosted Mug



This was kind of a slow week at Bar Tuesdays. We didn't realize that Billy's was a sporty type of bar and there was a Red Sox/Yankees game on that night so the TVs were all blaring the game quite loudly and there were a bunch of guys all sitting there transfixed by the game. I told Paul that we would probably get beaten if we dared play the jukebox. I also didn't want to take pictures while we were sitting at the bar itself because I didn't want to distract everyone with the flash. Wah waah. The only weird things behind the bar that I wanted to take pictures of were a random giant fax machine and this hanging oval glass case that had some sort of winter scene in it with a little horse and carriage. It was right up close to the ceiling so I couldn't see all of what was going on, but I turned to Paul and asked, "What is up in that, St. Elsewhere?" Crickets. Ah, youth. For those of you that are Paul's age and weren't even alive then, St. Elsewhere was a TV show that took place at a hospital and it starred William Daniels, or as I like to call him, "The Voice of KITT." If you don't get that one, I want to cry. It also featured Howie Mandel in a dramatic role which I still don't really get. ANYWAY - the whole weird thing about the TV show was the last episode which revealed that the entire series took place inside of a snowglobe owned by an autistic boy. Right? And you thought you were disappointed by the Seinfeld finale. A SNOWGLOBE.

Anyway, back to the bar. I did ask the bartender if they got a lot of faxes, and he just looked over at the fax machine and answered, "Not too many anymore." Okay, then. Sadly, since I didn't take too many pictures I missed out on capturing David's mom, who was visiting from South Carolina and decided to make a Bar Tuesday stop during her trip. She came along with David and Michael, who went straight for the Keno slips in true Bar Tuesday fashion. At that time, I was locked in a tight Buzztime trivia battle with Paul, Brent and Bar Tuesday newcomer Rob.



It was all looking good going into the final showdown round, which is like final jeopardy, and then we got the category "Inventive People." Fantastic. I got the question right, but someone wagered more than me, leading to this:



Well played, Paulielicious. Here's how it all shook out at the end:



In addition to the trivia, the bar also had the ubiquitous playmaker at the end of the bar as well as an old favorite that we haven't seen in a while:



That picture is for our old pal Randy. We miss you, buddy.

(Speaking of Randy, he was up from Louisiana for a visit Memorial Day weekend and Paul and I were out with him one late afternoon and we decided to stop by one of our Season One bars for a quick drink. Sadly, the bar was closed when we got there so we just went down the street to...Hooters. I still have no idea why. Me, a gay and an everyone think is gay but isn't but feels bad for the girls. It made PERFECT sense. People, it was disgusting, and not for the Hooters factor. The place itself was just dirty - it was filthier than many of the dive bars we've gone to. Also, it REEKED of dirty ocean air. It was so nasty. And I'm only telling you all of this because Paul will love that I told the story about one of the waitresses walking by and saying, "Wow, it really smells like seafood," and one of us replying under our breath, "Then close your legs." I won't say which one said it, but we really are a classy bunch.)

Where were we? Wow, this recap is all over the place, isn't it? Tangent City up in here. The dirty Hooters story is actually a perfect segueway into the bathroom report for Billy's. When I arrived at the Frosted Mug, I was a resident of Have-To-Peetown, USA so I made my way to the ladies room after I ordered my drink and put my stuff down. When I walked into the bathroom, I was startled and let out an, "oh!" You'd think it would be the dirty sick or lack of paper towels that stopped me:



But no, it was the step-up to the toilet stalls:



WITH NO DOORS. Curtains? Really? Am I in a dressing room? People can't knock on those to see if someone's in there. What if someone doesn't see my feet due to the platform and the long curtains and just decides to whip the curtain open? I would be defenseless! (I have a long history of people walking in on me in the bathroom and am appropriately scarred from it.) The main door to the bathroom seemed to have a lock on it, but it didn't look trustworthy at all so I just ran in and held the curtain with one hand while I tried to pee as fast as I could. Of course, this was after I had to take paper out of the stall with the clogged toilet to pee in the one with no toilet paper. Ah, dive bar bathrooms - gotta love it. Paul ventured into the mens room later and reported that it was the same setup with the stalls except that there were no curtains. Good lord.

On the plus side, the bar did have computer chairs instead of stools:



That was fun to swivel and roll around in those at the bar. And they certainly beat the stools that were at the high top tables in the pool/dart room:



Now there are some Bar Tuesday seats. Even so, the bar fell kind of flat for us - it had a few interesting aspects, but nothing spectacular. Paul had been there one time before and there was a dog behind the bar, so we were hoping for something fun like that, but all we got was a Red Sox game and some die-hard fans. Cue the Price is Right horns of defeat.

Next week: we have a week off, but then we'll be back with all new bars, including one that is a barn. Oh, yes. See you then!

Addiction + Mildly Disturbing Karaoke

So, if anyone has been wondering where I've been lately instead of updating here, the answer is simple: in front of my laptop. And why is that? Oh, we all should know this by now. It's because this just came out:



I'm still on the fence about how I feel about it. I like some things, and some I don't. Either way, I'm spending a lot of time discovering how I feel about it. In fact, this is what anyone would see when walking by my room the past few days:



In my defense, that's only when I was home. I did leave the house to go out and do things. Of course, the minute I got home I was firing up that laptop. But really, all the new style/color customization takes time to make my house look quite Pam-like! And who just joined my household as my new hubby? Who else?



I had two other boyfriends first, but he kept coming over and whipping out a guitar and playing for me. My Sim is not made of stone, people. She, much like her human counterpart, is a sucker for a musician. He should watch his back, though, because my ex-Sim boyfriend Chris Hardwick keeps calling and coming over to use my computer. I think there's still a little torch there, we'll see.

Oh my God, I have no life.

Well, I have an exciting Sims one! Vicarious living never hurt a soul!

Speaking of which, I should get back to it. In the meantime, do enjoy this video of Paul dirty dancing up on his 85 year-old girlfriend from the local VFW karaoke night. WARNING: It is a bit creepy:



Oh, Paul. Every week that woman comes just to dance with Paul - she even carries his picture around in her purse, showing people her "young, tall, handsome gigolo." Aww. Okay, maybe it's not that creepy now. Sweet. Just no grinding on the woman, Paul!

Bar Tuesdays: Season Four - Week One

"This drink tastes like my asshole with caffeine."

And with that statement made by Paul last night, Bar Tuesdays was back.

Since we only went to 3 bars during the winter break, we're going to just call those 3 bars Season 3 1/2 and make this summer the official season four. This time we're going statewide, so expect some new and interesting places. Of course, the more things may change, the more they stay the same as I started off the season last night just like I did in Season 1: dancing with a man with 8 teeth in his head - but we'll get to that. First things first:

Week One: Muldowney's Pub



We started things off this season in Providence at this little hole-in-the-wall Irish bar downtown. Paul and I walked in and sat down just as an impromptu dance party erupted in the corner, with the owner lifting up his shirt and everything. Paul and I just turned to each other and were all, "Welcome back to Bar Tuesdays!"



Paul and I settled into the bar and checked out the scenery as we waited for the others to arrive. Paul: "Maximum capacity 65 people? I've been to house parties bigger than that." A few minutes after we arrived, Paul nudged me and told me to check out a David Cross look-a-like at the bar who was staring at us and looking like he was going to fall asleep. I looked over and saw this completely obliterated guy trying to focus his eyes and smiling away as they kept trying to close. Just then, he got up and stumbled over to us. He smiled and introduced himself to Paul and started saying things that mde no sense. Then he shook my hand and then turned back to Paul and blurted out, "You're cute," and then ran away, giggling. Paul: "I gotta go." It was very sweet.

I had just about finished teasing Paul about his new boyfriend when this person walked in and stood right next to me at the end of the bar and stared at the bartender until the bartender looked up and immediately said, "No! You're not allowed in here anymore. Go."

The person just sneered and shouted back, "That's because last time I was here you were too busy stuffing your face instead of serving me drinks!" Oh, and the "serving me drinks" portion was said along with a finger tapping the bar. It was awesome. The angry person finally left and I heard another patron say that she was gone, which made me turn to Paul and remark, "Wait, that was a woman?" Paul just nodded and said, "We've only been here ten minutes and all of this has already happened." Just then, a homeless person came to the door and stuck his head in and smiled and waved and then just backed out and continued off down the street. This place was amazing.

Throughout the next half hour or so there continued to be brief impromptu dance breakouts, mostly between a guy who was sitting near us who would grab a woman from the other end of the bar and just dance it out. They all seemed to be the Lovable Local regulars that we love so much. Dancer Guy spent most of the rest of the time just singing his heart out to every song that came on the jukebox. At one point, he turned to me and stated, "I love your hair. It's the same color as my daughter's." Then he held onto his heart and swayed. I asked him how old his daughter was and then he launched into Dancer Guy's Life Story, which included the part about him being a twin and being born with a hole in his face. Apparently, he was missing a nose and mouth and all of that important stuff and was in the hospital until he was two years old having all kinds of reconstructive surgery and recovering. He said there are articles about him in the New England Journal of Medicine, which I now need to check out. We heard about his kids and his childhood and his teen years and how he used to have millions but quit to do something else and now has nothing. Oh, but he loved to dance. I was all into the stories - this is what Bar Tuesday is all about! After a little while, the music kicked up loud and Dancer Guy went outside to smoke so Story Time was over. Shortly thereafter, the rest of the group arrived to kick things off all proper:



As usual, Michael went straight for the lotto machines:





I was busy showing the boys my new shoes when Brown Eyed Girl started up on the jukebox. That's when the magic happened. But first, the shoes:



What a great place to wear them for the first time. Anyway, as soon as the song started, Dancing Guy jumped up and yelled, "Yes! I love this song!" Then he came over to me and held out his hand and asked me to dance. How could I say no? Hence, this:



I love Paul's reaction to seeing all of this as he emerged from the bathroom:



Of course, I don't know how I didn't notice this, but I guess Dancing Guy was being Grab Himself guy while we danced:



Yikes. That totally proves the statement that I made to Paul earlier in the evening: "How is it that WE are the classy people in this place? How does that. happen?" So true.

Thankfully, I think the crotch grabbing was just part of the dancing since Paul was outside a few minutes after that and Dancing Guy turned to him and said, "I don't know what you're about, but I think you're a doll."

Paul, the Belle of the Bar Tuesday Ball. I asked Paul if he told him that he was about the ladies, but he said he just thanked him. Then Paul made another bathroom stop after which he came out showing me a camera phone picture of the toilet, complete with duct tape all over the lid. Welcome back to Bar Tuesdays, indeed.

Next week: a bar that reportedly has computer chairs instead of stools. Also? A crew member brings his mom. See you then!

2009 MTV Movie Awards: The Liveblog

Welcome, welcome. My, it's been a while since we've done an awards show together. Was it the Oscars? I believe so. Let's see if I can get back into the swing of things here.

So - MTV Movie Awards, aka the MTV Awards show where I actually know who almost all of the presenters and performers are. Will it be fun? Will Andy Samberg break out a laser cat? Will they ever be able to top the Lifetime Achievement Award given to Chewbacca years ago? For those of you keeping track at home, the answers to those questions are: maybe, possibly, and God no, are you kidding me? That Chewbacca thing was the greatest.

Hey, remember when Courtney Cox hosted this and she played the drums at the beginning? Am I making that up? I think that happened. Good Lord, I'm already loopy and this thing hasn't even started. Let's do this bitch - two hours with updates every ten minutes or so. Comment along with me if you'd like! And in the spirit of the subject of the awards...ACTION!

- Oh God, the screaming for Twilight has already begun and we're only a minute in. I'm already thinking of taking back what I said about this maybe being fun. That is going to win everything it's up for isn't it? Have I discussed Twilight here before? I don't think I have. Here's the thing - I haven't read the books, so I'm not as well-versed in the Twilight thing as people are. The only thing I know about it is from seeing the movie opening weekend and I hated it. I was bored, bored, bored. Jasper was hot, though. So just know that going forward. Anytime they win shit, I'm most likely rolling my eyes. Carrying on!

- Is the target audience for this show going to get this reference to The Reader? I kind of feel like young kids shouldn't see that movie for fear of them being scarred by shot after shot of Kate Winslet's creepy nips.

- Thank God Paul isn't over while Andy Samberg is telling them it's okay to fart tonight.

- MMMM, Zac Efron - maybe this won't be that bad.

- Ashley Tisdale's shoes are AMAZING. Sharpay would be so proud.

- Megan Fox is hot and all, but that hair! It looks like she just walked out of the shower. Girl, come on now. Nice Louboutins, though. Am I all about the shoes tonight or what? And say what you will, but I am very excited for the new Transformers movie.

- Am I the only one who feels like The Dark Knight happened so long ago?

- Shia kind of looks like he's going to rape someone. Sketchy.

- Poor Robert Pattinson getting screamed at everywhere he goes. You'll always be Cedric to me, Robby Boy.

- Do I really have to recap Eminem? Nah.

- Keyboard solo, J.J. Abrams! Nice.

- If Edward Cullen doesn't win breakthrough performance, I'll...eat my hat? Do people still say that? No matter, he won anyway.

- Bruno - Sasha Baron Cohen has a death wish doing that to Eminem. Oh lordy.

- Efron! Yum. What? He's 21 now.

- I enjoy the Ryan Reynolds. That's all.

- More people should have seen Wanted - that movie was fun.

- Loving the Andy Samberg song montage. Who knew Leann Rimes had it in her?

- Hayden, oh no. No. No rapping.

- Following the WTF Award, WTF is Leighton Meester wearing? Girl, take some tips from Blair.

- Miley is so annoying. Get away. ("IT"S MILEY!!)

- Commercials: Dear Danny McBride - at this point, I'll see just about anything you're in.

- Kristen Stewart is so thrilled to be everywhere. Girl, stop it. Grin and bare it. Look at Zac Efron! That should make anyone smile.

- The new Twilight clip - that werewolf looks RIDICULOUS. But hey, Jasper!

- Ben Stiller gets a big award and not ONE moment of Heavywights is shown in the clip montage? Lunch has been cancelled due to lack of hustle, indeed.

- Keifer is looking so put-together tonight - I'm not sure I like it.

- Commercials - Sims 3 - sorry to my friends, but you may not see me for a while.

- My Sister's Keeper - I can't even watch the trailer without tearing up.

- McBride and Ferrell? Yes, please.

- Best Villain, Heath Ledger - not given out live? BOO. C'mon, that was ripe for a Cillian Murphy appearance.

- Best picture coming up, and let's not even bother with wondering what's going to win - Twilight, yo. This could have been such a HSM3 year if it weren't for those damn vampires. Now someone go and buy those kids some combs.

I guess that's it - pretty uneventful this year due to the bloodsuckers. Samberg was fun.

See you next year, y'all!

Dear Boston....

Dear Boston:

WTF is up with this fountain statue that you have displayed in the middle of a giant public garden in Beantown?



The Professor and I sat on a bench near it the other day and were so disturbed. "Who posed for that?" Of course, we were so disturbed by it that we had to sit there and watch little kids run up to it and touch it. Thanks, Boston. Now we are disturbed creeps. Gross.

Still Weirded Out,

Pam