USB: Useable Sweet Batteries

So this is the coolest thing this week. Well, maybe just the coolest thing today.

Talk about handy...they now have rechargable USB batteries. No more of that antiquated "old school" power outlet crap. No, sir. Just plug into the closest USB port and in 4 hours you are up and running.

usbcell battery

When I Grow Up...

Apparently, I Should Fall Down More

According to a few of my friends, I'm a complete idiot. They assume that I walk around all day with a bucket on my head, bumping into things and getting into trouble by drinking the stuff under the sink.

I'm not sure why I've been branded as a moron by some of these people. You would think, since they know me and supposedly respect and like me, that they would not assume I ride the short bus to work on a daily basis, or punch my own face when I hear a loud noise.

But that is not the case. They assume I am so stupid, I can't spell my own name.

I'm always the one who gets the "let me explain this to you" speech. I never ask to be schooled in the ways of things, but somehow I must put off an air of "please teach me" because everybody seems to think I require this. I don't mind learning new things, of course. But it starts to get annoying when people try to "teach" me things I've already learned. It gets uber-annoying, when it's something that I would consider common sense.

"Shanshu, ASAP is an acronym for "As Soon As Possible." I bet you didn't know that, so I'm telling you."

"Hey, Shan....don't forget the meeting is at 8:00am. That's in the morning."

Me: That new game for the Xbox looks fun.
Ted: You don't have an Xbox, you have a Playstation. You can't play that game.
Me: Um....I know that.
Ted: Oh. I assumed you didn't.

Maybe it's a guy thing. You know, one of those penis things that makes guys want to prove each other wrong and make the other one feel like crap, just to feel superior and glorious in victory? Since we can no longer battle for dominance or hunt our own food, we feel the need to conquer women and hit each other with metaphoric clubs to show we are the dominant males of the circle?

I'm not sure what the answer is. Perhaps there isn't one. Or perhaps, I'm just too stupid to see it.

Math and Sex

(((500-312)/2)-38)/8


That's the number of times I looked at porn yesterday.

The Britney Trainwreck Continues

It's like watching your friend puke all over themselves at a party. You don't want to look, and it disturbs your stomach and makes you want to look away...but you can't help but laugh at the same time.

Other people's pain is funny. Especially when it's an annoying, trashy, burn out like Britney fucking Spears. I just can't give her or Paris Hilton enough shit.

Apparently, Britney has lost custody of her children to the somewhat lesser of two evils, Kevin Federline. I suppose he's watching Blue's Clues with them as we speak and NOT doing drugs or forgetting to shower.

I'm glad the courts think they have the children's best interest in mind, and NOT a bullshit teenage desire to be on TV or in the media spotlight. I'm sure that it makes more sense to have the kids be with the out of work, trashy broke guy as opposed to the almost-out of work, trashy rich girl. I'm sure there's a fly in that logic ointment, somewhere.

I mean, seriously. How bad of a parent are you, when a judge decides that fucking K-Fed would be a better role model and parental unit to your children? Time to self-evaluate, I'm thinking.

Rock on, Britney. Your plan to reduce yourself to Miss Dairy Queen Employee of the Month 2009 is well under way. Be sure to eat more ice cream and forget your manners. Oh, and start practicing wearing paper hats along with your fake hair. They can be tricky.




In other, more important news:

Flower, the lovable matriarch in the hit show "Meerkat Manor" has recently passed away. Details are sketchy at this point, but what we do know is that Flower has proven herself to be a better mother than Britney Spears.

Navy: Accelerate Your Nazi

So...the US Naval base in Coronado, known for SEAL training and other amphibious base operations has recently come under ze fire, mein readers. Apparently, the layout of one of the barracks was not thought through fully by our Navy architects. In fact, it appears as if it wasn't thought out, period.

You know why? Well, it's because the fucking buildings are arranged in the shape of a Swastika. I shit you not:

See the Google Map of Coronado here
CNN video report here


Good job, Navy. You have officially made our military look stupid. How on earth did nobody look at these blueprints....do a double-take....and say, "You know what, Sergeant? This barracks design looks like.....um....well, it resembles....shit, it's a fucking Swastika!! Perhaps we should change it?"

Good planning.

Days of the Week: A Study

Monday: Most of us hate Mondays since it's the start of a new work week, and the end of the weekend. I hate Mondays for the above reasons, but also because Monday nights I have study group. Study group is mandatory for the business program that I'm in, and while I enjoy my study group members, I don't like meeting every week to go over homework and do our stupid group projects that are constantly due. It's tedious and it takes up too much of my precious time. When I get off work, I have nothing to look forward to.

Tuesday: I like Tuesdays. It's the day after Monday, and for some reason that seems to make it a bit brighter. It's still too early in the week to get excited about anything relating to the weekend, but it's not Monday and that is saying something.

Wednesday: Hump day. I fucking hate it. I have class on Wednesday nights. That means from the moment I get off work until almost 10:00pm I am busy doing school stuff. Dinners are always rushed and lame, classroom boredom reigns. Wednesdays can suck my dick and choke on it.

Thursday: Woo! Thursdays are fun. It's the only day during the week that I have nothing to do, whatsoever. No class, no homework, no study group, no chores, errands, or engagements. It's my lazy night and I love it. Sometimes, I'm so happy for Thursday to be here, I pretend it's Friday already and get with the partying and the relaxing.

Friday: Everybody loves Friday. No need to get too much into it....it's a given. We all love Friday. Kisses for all.

Saturday: Love this day, too. It's usually my chore and errands day. You know, car wash, grocery store, bank, post office, etc. Stuff like that. I try to do them in the morning, so I have plenty of time for relaxing and fun. Saturday nights are usually a party night and going out to eat. Fun fun fun.

Sunday: Sundays are a bit tricky. On the one hand, it's a weekend day and that makes it great. Plus, it's God's day so that's important. But on the other hand...it's the day before Monday, and Monday sucks so hard that it bleeds over into Sunday. It's the anticipation of Monday that makes Sunday suck, sometimes. I'm not sure how I feel about Sundays, to be honest. I'm on the proverbial fence on this one.

Caption Contest

Give me your best captions! Post them in the comments.

Examples:

"Sometimes you just don't feel like working anymore."

or

"Never be afraid to be different."

Random Movie Quotes

"Witches in days gone by were roasted just like my Vienna sausage."

"Why Ike...whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game, Ike. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!"

"I don't know why they call this stuff 'Hamburger Helper'. It does just fine by itself."

"And shepherds we shall be, for Thee my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet might swiftly carry out Thy command, and we will flow a river forth to Thee, and teaming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine Patri, et Fili, et Spiritus Sancti."

"Wow, I didn't know we'd become such good friends. Because if we had, you'd know that I give head before I give favors and I don't even give my best friends head. So your chances of getting a favor right now are pretty fucking slim."

"Do you know what "nemesis" means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me."

"I'll tell you what I'm doing. I want to buy eight hot dogs and eight hot dog buns to go with them. But no one sells eight hot dog buns. They only sell twelve hot dog buns. So I end up paying for four buns I don't need. So I am removing the superfluous buns."

"Wrong. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing?" will echo in your perfect ears. That is what 'to the pain means'. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever."

"Celibate? I think...I mean, that sounds gay- I just want you to know this is like, the first conversation of like three conversations that leads to you being gay. Like... there's this, and then in a year it's like, "Oh you know, I kinda wanna get back out there, but I think I like guys" and then there's the big, "Oh I'm I'm a gay guy now"."

"Yeah, let me guess something. This is your first visit to La-La-Land. You're staying somewhere in Hollywood because like an idiot you thought that would be an exciting place to stay. Am I right so far? I knew it. Somehow you get on a bus and before you know it you're stuck in the San Fernando Valley without a clue, which brings us to here. Correct again? Where are you staying....The Holiday Inn?"

"I have eight different bosses right now. So that means that when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That's my only real motivation; is not to be hassled. That, and the fear of losing my job. But you know, Bob...that will only make someone work just hard enough not to get fired."

"The space goes down, down baby, down, down the roller coaster. Sweet, sweet baby, sweet, sweet, don't let me go. Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa pop. Shimmy, shimmy, rock. Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa pop. Shimmy, shimmy, rock. I met a girlfriend - a triscuit. She said, a triscuit - a biscuit. Ice cream, soda pop, vanilla on the top. Ooh, Shelly's out, walking down the street, ten times a week. I read it. I said it. I stole my momma's credit. I'm cool. I'm hot. Sock me in the stomach three more times."

"I'm talking about firing a little black midget. A small, colored, African-American small person. That's what I'm talking about! I'm talking about your face all over goddamn USA Today, that's what I'm talking about. I'm talking about 150 of these little motherfuckers all over the sidewalk out there. Holding picket signs and using bullhorns and shit like that!! Screaming and hollering your name out. Unfair practices, get me?"

"Napoleon, don't be jealous that I've been chatting online with babes all day. Besides, we both know that I'm training to be a cage fighter."

Whoa! Look out! This post is *so* not linear!

• The radio in my car is really effing cool. It has a feature when you slow down the car, the volume lowers. It only does it when you're going fast (like on the highway) and then you stop, then you notice the volume lowers. It comes in handy. Today on the way to work I also noticed that it does a sort of "fade out" effect when you are using the "Scan" feature to surf through different radio stations. Way cool. If I could, I've give my car radio a cookie.
  



• I've started going to the gym in the mornings, instead of after work. So far I like it because after work I can go home and relax without feeling fat or lazy. It's also fun to show up to work peppy and fully awake. Although I've noticed that I have less energy and it's easier to get tired, so today I ate a hardboiled egg before I went to the gym and that seemed to solve the problem. I'm worried about this solution, though. I can't eat an egg every morning...I'll die of cholesterol by the time I'm 40. I need an alternate solution.
  
  


• Yesterday a friend and I were doing a quick 80's flashback. One of the things we brought up was old video games. Since I saw that Howard the Duck was on cable yesterday, that reminded me of the Howard the Duck video game I had for my Commodore 64 computer. I told her about it, and she actually found screenshots!! Bless her.






• OJ Simpson is retarded. He really needs to be watched closely in a room with padded walls and spend all of his time knitting blankets and eating the soft foods because he's fucking crazy.

• Did you know that the Dow Jones Industrial Average is not actually an average? That'll fuck with your head for about 10 seconds, I bet.




• Speaking of things I don't give too much of a shit about, my study group spent some time last night trying to figure out Standard Deviation for our Statistics class. The book we have is lame, and confusing. Finally I went online and found the answer and it was much easier. Apparently, my textbook for class is as cool as OJ.






• The girl on the treadmill next to me this morning ran for at least 36 minutes. After that, I did weights and saw her later on still going, only she was walking this time. She might have been on that damn thing for an hour, for all I know. It was very impressive.




• Here's another Far Side cartoon for your viewing pleasure:
  




• Why is it, when people say "It happened for the best" or "everything happens for a reason" it's always after something bad happens?

• This is officially the worst cartoon I've ever seen. Seriously, it made my head hurt. In fact...I have rage issues right now, I hate it so much:

• Who thinks OJ is crazy? Show of hands?
  

• A friend sent me this picture today, and I had to steal it and post it:

Half-Hearted

It was my hope to post something entertaining yet well thought today. One of those posts that makes you stop and consider my words on a deeper level than just the surface layer of poetic and literary dribble that spews forth whenever I go on a rant or tangent. Alas, today I have nothing worth blogging about.

I could find other ways to amuse you. I could recall a humorous event from recent memory or spin you a web of fiction with enough structure and support to keep you interested until the very end.

I don't think I have it in me today. I feel very lazy and un-creative and can't think of anything to say that would be worth your time, or mine.

So instead, I offer a question to entertain and enlighten:


Would you rather live during the ascendancy of a civilization, or during its decline?

Fornication

A Random Memory From My Childhood

My friend Ray and I were walking to the store since we didn't have anything else to do and it was summer, and we were bored. So while we were walking and talking, we started talking about "the sex". Now, I don't remember exactly how old I was, but I think it was around 12 or 13.

We were talking about the dirty stuff and trying to show each other up with our mature knowledge of the subject matter. Since we weren't old enough to actually have sex yet, the next best thing was to pretend like we knew a lot of stuff.

So it was still a competition, in a very adolescent "I've never kissed a girl" kind of way. At one point, we decided to start switching gears from stuff we knew about, to stuff we had actually done. This was particularly humorous since we hadn't done anything at that point, unless you count the movies we had seen with the random side boob showing, or the older kids who had claimed to do everything under the sun, with every girl in school...twice.

Regardless, we continued revealing our sexual experiences back and forth, neither one gaining much ground and the claims becomming greatly far-fetched. At one point, I was attempting to make Ray believe I had felt up a girl who was in school to be a nun because she wanted to know what it was like to have a boy touch her before she took her "pre-vow" Vows.

Yeah. That's how 12 year old Shanshu rolls. He goes after the make-believe pre-nun girls.

Ray decided to lob one back over the fence to me, and it was a doozy. He claimed that he had been fornicated in the restroom at school last week. I stopped in my tracks and turned to him, dumbfounded. Fornicated? What the heck did that mean?

I tried to play it cool, but that didn't last very long and soon I was discovered.

"You don't know what fornicated means, do you??" Ray laughed as he looked at me. I continued to stare at him, debating my choices. I decided to take the high ground, and informed him that I had never in fact, heard of this term before. He laughed again and told me he would explain.

He then proceeded to tell me that when a girl "fornicates you" she rubs your 'thing' back and forth and up and down until it gets hard. Then she stops and you've officially been "fornicated".

...

I told him that sounded painful. He nodded and said, "Yeah it hurt a little bit but you know, you get used to it and it's cool that she's doing it". I stared at him again and asked, "Well...why does she do that, anyway? What's the point?"

He looked at me and said, "Dumbass! It's supposed to get you off!"

"What does that mean?"

"It means...you get off, that's all."

"But what does it mean?"

"You get off when you pee on her hand. I didn't get off that day because I didn't have to go."

"Huh. That sounds stupid."

"Well, you're just too young to get it, yet."

"What? You're only 4 months older, dorkhead!"

"Well, you'll see what I mean in 4 months, then."


For a couple of years afterwards, I was completely convinced that a handjob was the same thing as "being fornicated" by a girl. Needless to say, when I was in health class and the teacher was asking us to explain what different sexual terms meant...I was SLIGHTLY embarassed when I piped up with my brilliant explanation of what it means when a girl "fornicates" you in the bathroom.

Fuck you, Ray. You made me look stupid. Thanks for nothing.

Getting Ridiculous

This is so lame.

I now have two....count them....two Blackberries on my desk. One is my personal handheld, and the other one is for work.

WHY do I have two, you ask? That's easy. Lemme 'splain:

I used to work for Sprint, who offers free mobile service to all employees. It was a pretty sweet deal and I enjoyed it. Because it was free, I loaded myself up with all the fun stuff. I bought a Blackberry 8703 with text, email, internet, instant messaging, and even threw in some GPS action.

Then I left Sprint. My employee discount went with it, and for the first time in years, I was forced to pay for mobile service like the rest of the world.

Fuck.

I had no idea how expensive all the shit I had on my phone was. Blackberry service turned out to be an additional $40 per month. This sucks because the Blackberry service isn't on a work account...so I would have to pay for it. Screw that. It's not worth $40 per month for me to have the ability to IM people and send emails from the car.

Then my work told me they would set me up with Blackberry service. I said ok and then went about my business. Yesterday they dropped off a new Blackberry 8700 through T-mobile to my desk, already activated for me.

Fuck?

So now I have TWO Blackberries...the same model and everything. One for work, and one for....um...my personal use? Lame. I should probably get rid of my Blackberry and buy a new cool handset and leave the work Blackberry for emails and IM's and all of that fun stuff.

For now I look like Batman, complete with the Blackberry utility belt. I just need a cape, and then I can get my ass kicked at the corner market by teenagers.

Sigh. Sometimes things are too complicated.

Spider War

War.

It was to be war between us from the moment he crossed the threshold into my home. My sanctuary; my place of rest away from the cold cruelty of the world and the harsh light of day. It is my place of Zen and thus cannot be defiled by any creature that is not welcome. There is a balance between the world outside and the calmness within. This stranger chose to ignore the balance and invade my territory. So it was to be war between us, then.

So be it.

I quickly made my way to the laundry room to grab my weapon and extinguish my foe. I wrapped my hand around the cool, aluminum handle and pulled the dusty broom from its place of rest next to the washing machine. Thoughts of soiled clothing quickly entered my mind as I inhaled the smell of detergent and fabric softener.

Nearing the place where I had first discovered the intruder, I slowed my pace and crept lightly over the carpet. Stealth and my trusty broom were my only allies this night, and they would lead me to victory. I crept closer to the beast’s lair in-between the wires behind the entertainment center, hoping for a quick kill.

There he was.

I tightened the grip on my broom weapon and held my breath. I knew I had to be quick with my thrust, and aim true. If I were to miss, the beast would surely scamper away from the deadly end of my weapon and disappear into the tangle of wires once more.

Perhaps I would need assistance. I called to my woman, Jen. The slayer of bugs and cooker of meals would aid me in my hunt tonight to ensure a quick victory. We quickly formulated a plan of action. I would thrust my weapon to the left of the creature, forcing it to scurry to the right in fear and into our trap, where Jen would be waiting with her own weapon of floor cleaning.

I took a breath, and quickly drove the end of the broom handle to the very left of the creature, who jumped aside and scurried quickly to the right to avoid my thrust. Jen’s outstretched mop handle drove downwards quickly, and yet again the creature avoided the blow, this time heading back in the direction it came from, back to me.

I wasn’t ready. I aimed another thrust and missed wildly, and before I could aim another strike, the beast had slipped into the jungle of wires behind the entertainment center.

The beast had eluded us.

Cursing, I quickly began to thrust the broom handle into the tangled web of wires in the hopes that my prey would scurry for cover, and into our midst. He was not fooled by our ruse, and remained hidden in the safety of the wires. We discussed our next move, as we did not want to leave the creature back there to surprise us again at another time. We decided the best course of action would be to pull away the entertainment center from the wall, in the hopes that we would be given an opportunity to strike out against our foe. I pulled the entertainment center away from the wall, and sprang back ready to pounce!

Nothing happened. Shit.

Discouraged, we began to search again, when suddenly a scream from Jen caused me to turn around as I saw the creature scurrying away with such speed and agility I was momentarily stunned. I quickly recovered and chased after the beat as it ran across the living room rug and towards the couch. Wildly stomping my foot, I tried to end his life but he proved too quick for me, and reached the cover of the couch easily.

The little fucker had proven a worthy adversary.

The time had come for action. No more games, I told myself. Time to end this. I took position near the back of the couch, while Jen took position in front, gripping her mop handle firmly between her soft hands. Steeling myself, I raised the couch up from the floor, and the cunning arachnid bounded away from the couch….missing Jen’s thrust by inches…and dove for cover underneath the other sofa.

Cursing again and beginning to lose patience, I went to the back of the second sofa and looked beneath it for any signs of our prey. He sat calmly underneath the couch, near the leftmost edge. I couldn’t hear him breathing, but I knew it must be coming hard with all the running he was doing. Fearing another mistake, I took it upon myself to clear the room from any sources of cover the creature might take. The rug and the end table were moved and I told myself that our clever friend would not elude us much longer.

I told Jen to prepare, and once more lifted the couch off the ground to force our foe from his hiding place, and into our midst. He ran directly for Jen’s feet, causing her to emit a piercing scream of dismay while she blindly and chaotically shoved the mop handle into the ground in an effort to win the day. She was…unsuccessful, and the beast once more scurried underneath the sofa to safety.

Fuck.

Feeling the excitement of the hunt beginning to slip away to be replaced by hopelessness and anger, I did my best to calm my breathing. This was proving to be the most elusive, annoying fucking arachnid I had ever had the displeasure of doing battle with. A worthy foe, indeed.

Gripping my silver broom handle, I again lifted the couch and waited for signs of his approach. Jen cried out she had seen him, but he had ducked back into the couch again. I set down the couch and began to come to the front with her, when I saw out of the corner of my eye, my enemy.

He stood before me.

As he ran towards me, I raised my weapon above my head, and brought it down with a thunderous blow that shook the ground and shattered my weapon into pieces. As the broom head flew to the side from the force of the blow, I saw my foe dodge to the right and head back towards the couch in retreat.

GoddammitmotherfuckingspiderIwilleffingkillyou!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As the beast scurried towards the safety of the couch once more, I raised my broken weapon again above my head. Screaming my war cry, I brought down the silver bo with a quick, violent slam that caught my opponent mere inches away from the underside of the couch. The force of the thrust caused the creature to fly into the air and back into the middle of the room. Death found him quickly and probably without pain. He landed in a heap on the floor, already curled into the telltale ball that signaled the end of his life and my victory. He remained still.

Victory was mine!!

I erupted into a primal scream of glee and victory as I held aloft my silver spider killer weapon. Broken, bent, and destroyed it may have been…but dishonored, it was not. I dubbed it “Silverstick, the Spider Hammer” and laid it to rest next to the washing machine, where it belonged.

The battle had ended. My foe defeated.

The war was over.

60-foot Waterslide!

I did some pretty dumb things when I was a kid, and I'm sure I've done plenty of not-very-smart things during my college years and drunk adventures.


However, I am totally blown away by the amount of balls it would take to do this:


super fun happy slide



Holy effing shit.

Why Bill Murray is Still Cool

Bill Murray Arrested for DUI in Golf Cart

Random Friday

-I have two laptops on my desk at work right now because of a project I’m working on. They are the same make and model, so it’s like having twins. I’ve begun to feel guilty when I work on one more than the other. I don’t want to start some sort of cyber-sibling rivalry, you know. I’m considering giving them names.



-I’m allergic to cats. My friend sent me a picture of her new kitties and I was thinking about the fact that I miss having cats. I’ve heard about these allergy free cats they have, now. Apparently they are some sort of bio-engineered genetic mutations that don’t make you sneeze when you pick them up. You can order them online and have them (get this) shipped to you. I want to get one, but they’re like $2000 so I don’t see that happening any time soon.

-I was playing some online games last night on my Playstation. I joined a game where I was the only American…the other people were all Japanese. This was funny for numerous reasons, the biggest being that I don’t speak Japanese and they didn’t seem to speak English (there were headsets involved so we were talking back and forth). We played anyway, and every now and then, they would talk to me specifically. I know this, because all I could decipher was my own name (Shanshu). I can't fake Japanese very well, but it went something like this:

"Watashiwa hajime mash-dey, dozo yuroshky mishu SHANSHU domo origamo!"

For all I knew, they were cursing me out, saying hello…or possibly giving me a recipe for pan fried shrimp. No idea. I started saying random things back to them, too. “Wow, put that in your marzipan pan pie, bingo blue! The cat’s on the other neck now, horse testicle farmer.” It was funny to me.

-My new favorite drink is half Guinness and half apple cider. I’ve heard this called Snakebite, Moonbeam, and Black Velvet. I don’t know what the real name is, and I don’t care. I just like it. If you try one, be sure you get it in a glass, so you can see the cool chemical effect.

-I’m hung-over as I type this.

-I love The Far Side comics. I always get a Far Side desk calendar for Christmas. I’m dreading the year I don’t get one, and blow a gasket over the whole ordeal and cause a big scene.

-I had eggs, toast, and a rasher for breakfast.

-My favorite soda right now is Cherry Coke Zero. Try it out. You’ll be amazed at how good it tastes.

-I wish I could give out tickets for bad driving. I wouldn’t want to actually pull people over though, since that would take more precious time away from my life. I think the best thing to do would be to keep a log of all the bad driving I encounter on a daily basis and then send that list to the police, who would mail tickets out to the idiots in question. Sort of like a secret shopper, only with vehicular vendetta!

-You don’t know what a rasher is, do you?

-There’s a guy standing behind me right now and I have no idea who he is. I wonder if it’s a ninja. I’m afraid to turn around because he might be looking at me, and that would really freak me out.

Californication

Most of the time I consider myself to be somewhat of a snob when it comes to cinema and television. The reason being that I have grown to love the visual art form genre, and the things we love tend to be easier to criticize. Having stated that necessary but semi-pretentious introduction, I will now inform my loyal seven readers of my newest and most exciting media event in months: Californication.



David Duchovny is back and better than ever in this new series on Showtime. While the series plot has only just begun to grow and show us the murky depths of emotional confusion and sexual energy that is possible in dramatic comedies, it is obvious that Californication will become a new hit loved by generations X, Y, and possibly even Z.



Duchovny plays author Hank Moody (a name I truly hope is a pen name and not a not-so-subtle hint towards his character’s mood) who recently relocated to Los Angeles from New York. Traveling to LA to secure his new movie deal and spread his creative wings in a new city, he finds himself thrown into a web of surprises, disappointments, and seemingly infinite romantic possibilities. Harboring a complicated but very real love for his ex-girlfriend and daughter and suffering from a new case of writer’s block, Hank does his best to adapt to his new surroundings and take back the life he once had.


Duchovny’s supporting cast is well chosen and easy to welcome in, including his ex-girlfriend (played by Natascha McElhone) who is currently harboring thoughts of getting married to a man that Duchovny’s character is not exactly thrilled about knowing. The back and forth between Hank and his ex’s new love interest is worth the price of admission, alone.



You might also remember Hank’s agent (Evan Handler) from Sex and the City and guest appearances on Lost and Friends.

The story is interesting, the characters are believable and fun, and the sexual deviance and chaotic normalcy of everyday life in LA is hard to ignore and even harder to dislike.

This is my new addiction, and I’m happy to have it. Californication is a great new show with tremendous potential to steal away our Monday nights. Check it out on Showtime, Monday nights at 9:30.

Jen's footnote: I read this post and skimmed the review, assuming that Shanshu had copied it from some movie review site. When I told him this, he informed me that he had, in fact, written the review himself. I asked him to allow me to add this little footnote in case any of his other blog fans assumed the same. Shan wrote it. He's a writing rock star.

*This ends my shameless plug and Showtime’s free publicity.
(Showtime, if you’re reading this, please inform your gift department that my favorite color is black and I enjoy mini-muffins. Blueberry.)

*Also note that some of the pictures above were borrowed from Showtime’s Californication site. I used them with permission….I hope. They didn’t tell me I couldn’t do it.
(Again, if you are reading this, Showtime: please know that I am giving you credit for your pictures and I hope you don’t get mad at me. No shouting, please. If you want me to take them down from my site, I will gladly to so to avoid your wrath.)

Wednesday Wacky

Random Thought:

When we are in the car, and we hear something on the radio that we don't like (because we hate that commercial, or the song is lame, etc), WHY do we look at the radio in disgust, as if the sound is coming out of the radio head unit itself???

You know you do it. I do it, too. Why do we do that? The sound is coming from the speakers...yet we look at the radio console as if it were a television.

Weird.

A Lesson Before Breaking Up

Taken from a conversation a friend of mine had with a guy she had been seeing. Apparently, the guy freaked out when he found out she owned a vibrator. She called him recently to end the relationship, and forwarded me the conversation. I had to share. The names have obviously been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.

Eve: Hey, Adam, it’s me.
Adam: Hi baby.
Eve: Listen, I really don’t think this is going to work out.
Adam: What are you talking about?
Eve: What else would I be talking about?
Adam: I don’t know.
Eve: Then why…never mind. I don’t think WE’RE going to work out.
Adam: What’s wrong? Why?
Eve: You flipped out at me over a vibrator.
Adam: Because you don’t need it anymore. LOL
Eve: Who says? Plenty of guys enjoy them too. I asked a bunch of my friends today and it seems like you’re in the minority on this one.
Adam:Whatever.
Eve: See, that’s why this isn’t going to work. You can’t even talk like a grown-up. All you ever say is ‘Whatever’.
Adam: No I don’t. Why do you need a vibrator?
Eve: It’s not about need, it’s about want. I want it. I like it. It’s fun. Why can’t you get used to it?
Adam: I won’t. It’s weird. I can understand having one if you’re single or ugly. LOL
Eve: ...Right. Well, I’m sure you’ll be happier with someone who likes only two positions and fakes orgasms with you.
Adam: Whatever.
Eve: Ok, well...good luck.
Adam: Whatever.

*click*

Now, here’s how I told her the conversation should have ended:

Eve: Hey, Adam, it’s me.
Adam: Hi baby.
Eve: Listen, I really don’t think this is going to work out.
Adam: What are you talking about?
Eve: What else would I be talking about?
Adam: I don’t know.
Eve: Then why…never mind. I don’t think WE’RE going to work out.
Adam:What’s wrong? Why?
Eve: You flipped out at me over a vibrator.
Adam:Because you don’t need it anymore. LOL
Eve: Who says? Plenty of guys enjoy them too. I asked a bunch of my friends today and it seems like you’re in the minority on this one.
Adam: Whatever.
Eve: See, that’s why this isn’t going to work. You can’t even talk like a grown-up. All you ever say is ‘Whatever’.
Adam:No I don’t. Why do you need a vibrator?
Eve: Because your penis is too small.
Adam: Wha-
Eve: Listen, can I call you back later? I’m busy using my vibrator at the moment. I’ll call you when I’m finished, and everybody leaves.
Adam: Wha-who-wh-

*click*