Promoting literacy (through Steve Smith and good TV)
Since I've got next to nothing I have to do these days -- besides deflating my parents' hopes and devaluing a Davidson education, which I can't help but doing -- I've engaged myself in all that is fulfilling unproductive. Whether futilely trying to solve the riddle of my never-shrinking page-long list of movies to see, dealing with my new addiction to premium TV, rationalizing the Panthers' torturous start, learning to cook desserts to forever pleasure my inner-fat-kid, or reading e-zines like there's no tomorrow after 2012, I'm loving the life of the submitting-three-to-four-resumes-online-per-day- pretending-to-be-unconcerned-scaring-the-shit-out-of-ma-and-pa- future-fast-food-employee-if-he's-lucky-first-class-loser. Well, loving all except the Panthers' affront to expectations, but at least Michigan rediscovered how to win the big (road) game, kicking in Notre Dame's door and stomping their teeth in, the Henne-Manningham connection harkening vintage Maize and Blue.
Anyway, if you were patient enough to digest that obnoxiously hyphenated babbleblob -- time in which a heaping helping of any Kashi cereal/laxative would see results (if you've got sooo much time, read the previous post for an explanation) -- and you still don't mind me abusing my power as a truly insignificant blogger, or mixing metaphors, then like a long-severed artery I'll stop gushing and arrive at my main point, just a bit too late.
Here's some reading worth checking out (but you'll have to read a paragraph just to get to the link):
I'll never doubt Steve Smith because he's honest. He's real. Sure, he's got a temper and he'll occasionally make decisions on par with OSU attendees (I'm lookin' your way Maurice Clarett and Chris "Whoops, I confused cornerback with quarterback, while returning a motherfuckin' punt" Gamble), but I trust his word. So, by golly, if Steve's reputation is to be sullied, say by kicking an opponent's head or face-obliterating fisticuffs with a teammate, it's gonna be on his own terms, not based on rumor. He deserves every Panthers fan's respect, and not for his otherworldly football contributions alone: (Learn To) Trust in Steve.
Vacations, soccer tournaments, and the AAA symbol for free movie channels helped me fall in love with HBO's The Sopranos years ago, and ever since I've pre-ordered every season's DVD release. Six Feet Under was another show I devoured on disc, but now I can save my money. My dad's decision to pick up a premium cable package was the best he's made in 23 years, 6 months. From mid-May, since graduation, I've built my life around HBO's and Showtime's original programming, even marking the calendar. Movies, I catch when I can. But my show schedule's damn near sacrosanct. HBO (The Sopranos, Big Love, Entourage, The Wire) and Showtime (Huff r.i.p., Brotherhood, Weeds) put network TV to shame. The quality is consistently superb, and the shows are better. Of the shows in season, the nearing-finale Brotherhood is great, but the recently premiering Weeds and The Wire are on another level altogether. Right now, the best shows on TV, pants down -- oops, no, daddy didn't order Cinemax. Popmatters explains why you should be watching The Wire.
Anyway, if you were patient enough to digest that obnoxiously hyphenated babbleblob -- time in which a heaping helping of any Kashi cereal/laxative would see results (if you've got sooo much time, read the previous post for an explanation) -- and you still don't mind me abusing my power as a truly insignificant blogger, or mixing metaphors, then like a long-severed artery I'll stop gushing and arrive at my main point, just a bit too late.
Here's some reading worth checking out (but you'll have to read a paragraph just to get to the link):
I'll never doubt Steve Smith because he's honest. He's real. Sure, he's got a temper and he'll occasionally make decisions on par with OSU attendees (I'm lookin' your way Maurice Clarett and Chris "Whoops, I confused cornerback with quarterback, while returning a motherfuckin' punt" Gamble), but I trust his word. So, by golly, if Steve's reputation is to be sullied, say by kicking an opponent's head or face-obliterating fisticuffs with a teammate, it's gonna be on his own terms, not based on rumor. He deserves every Panthers fan's respect, and not for his otherworldly football contributions alone: (Learn To) Trust in Steve.
Vacations, soccer tournaments, and the AAA symbol for free movie channels helped me fall in love with HBO's The Sopranos years ago, and ever since I've pre-ordered every season's DVD release. Six Feet Under was another show I devoured on disc, but now I can save my money. My dad's decision to pick up a premium cable package was the best he's made in 23 years, 6 months. From mid-May, since graduation, I've built my life around HBO's and Showtime's original programming, even marking the calendar. Movies, I catch when I can. But my show schedule's damn near sacrosanct. HBO (The Sopranos, Big Love, Entourage, The Wire) and Showtime (Huff r.i.p., Brotherhood, Weeds) put network TV to shame. The quality is consistently superb, and the shows are better. Of the shows in season, the nearing-finale Brotherhood is great, but the recently premiering Weeds and The Wire are on another level altogether. Right now, the best shows on TV, pants down -- oops, no, daddy didn't order Cinemax. Popmatters explains why you should be watching The Wire.
posted by Mr. Pibba at 1:21 AM
2 Comments:
you should start watching deadwood...its pretty amazing
yeah, i've been meaning to find time to watch it...I feel a void without a good western.
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