As many of you know, I am a huge fan of Ricky Gervais. I saw him live for my birthday a few years back, and haven’t stopped talking about it since. Anyone who could come up with the idea for the office and extras is a genius in my book.
There are rumors going around that he has gotten himself banned from the Golden Globes for making some inflammatory comments last night. Honestly, what was the Hollywood Foreign Press Association expecting when they hired him? “Oh he’ll just go on about how lovely everyone is all night, because that’s hilarious right?” He’s a comedian, he gets PAID to make fun of people. And he does it well.
Apparently even the likes of Bruce Willis was offended by some of his comments. Really, Bruce Willis? We’re expected to buy into this image of certain actors or actresses as badasses, but then they go and tattle on Gervais to their agents about what a “meanie” he is.
Don’t get me wrong, his dig at Robert Downey Jr. was definitely taking it too far, but the rest of the jokes he made were pretty much fair game. Hollywood actors and actresses get paid millions of dollars to appear on screen for 2 hours, and literally get treated like gods ( in some cases even better, I doubt the shrines of some of the Greek gods were even as well detailed as some of the shrines fans build to their favorite celebs). Are we really expected to feel sympathetic towards them when one night a year someone makes fun of an aspect of their life that the entire viewing public is well aware of anyway?
Gervais is also supposedly under threat of never being nominated for a Golden Globe. No offense to the Invention of Lying or any other movie he was ever in, but that threat just shows how childish the HFPA is being since he would never be nominated for one anyway. I mean Invention of Lying had that “Pepsi, for when coke isn’t there” line, but assuming they AREN’T that dumb you wouldn’t have seen any Golden Globes in Gervais’ trophy case anyway.
Interestingly, Christian Bale came to his defense. You know you have done something right when you have Batman on your side. But then again, Bale’s idea of humor is punching his mother in the face. Oh, I’ve gone too far now? Guess I’ll have to be banned from the Golden Globes as well.
Until next time,
I’m just your friendly neighborhood bloggerman
Monday, January 17, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Senor Frog's is hopping (the revenge of the old man puns)
This post, should you receive it, comes to you via the Mexican Internet. Apparently not all internets are created equal, contrary to the popular belief of those who think the every answer to life is on google.
Now don’t get me wrong. Mexico is a wonderful place to be in the winter time. The sun is continually shining, the sound of the ocean is calming, and random people are offering to massage my feet. Actually, I don’t like that last part. Why would I want some stranger touching my foot? Or, even worse, why do they want to touch my foot? You could say it was the money sure, but there isn’t enough money in the world.
I could tell you about how I went to see the jungle, or went parasailing, or maybe saw a donkey show. But the truth is, I haven’t done any of those things. Not that I want to see a donkey show, but it’s one of those things us college students are SUPPOSED to do when we come here. Kind of like how we are supposed to drink tequila while singing, “1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila....FLOOR”. No, the highlight of my trip has been videoing a couple parrots flying over my head, laying on the beach getting some much needed R &R after all the long nights (with the help Dunkin Doughnuts coffe, Dunkin keeps America running. This blog is not sponsored in anyway by Dunkin Doughnuts, pay no attention to the ads) back at school, and finally watching a man get rescued on the beach.
Why was I standing there watching the man get rescued? For starters, I don’t consider myself a good swimmer. As much as I’d like to imagine myself being a super hero, I am not. This is actually the ONE situation where Aquaman would have been helpful. Maybe, just maybe, I didn’t help because everyone else besides the life guards (who were running in bay watch fashion) were just staring and watching. Actually, one guy did try to help, and only ended up being a second person for the life guards to help. Moral of the story: next time you want to help someone in danger, don’t. (Kidding obviously, but do seriously consider if you can really help)
The nights are slightly boring. Why’s that you ask? Well when you’re on vacation with your parents you can’t exactly go clubbing or anything, not that I really would, but it’s nice to pretend right? Because I’m in another country, hulu and sites of that sort won’t let me catch up on any of my favorite tv shows which is a bit frustrating.
It’s probably a sign I should spend less time on the computer, but I have been reading about a book a day and didn’t bring enough books with me to last the entire time. I’d say this bad planning on my part was a circumstance of this one time, but again I don’t want to be a liar. I should probably work on not procrastinating so much...starting tomorrow.
There is a plus side though. All the reading I’ve done lately has made me head swell with the desire to do some writing of my own again. So you all get to suffer through a bunch of post just like this one again! Oh joyous day!
-Until next time,
I’m just your friendly neighborhood bloggerman
Now don’t get me wrong. Mexico is a wonderful place to be in the winter time. The sun is continually shining, the sound of the ocean is calming, and random people are offering to massage my feet. Actually, I don’t like that last part. Why would I want some stranger touching my foot? Or, even worse, why do they want to touch my foot? You could say it was the money sure, but there isn’t enough money in the world.
I could tell you about how I went to see the jungle, or went parasailing, or maybe saw a donkey show. But the truth is, I haven’t done any of those things. Not that I want to see a donkey show, but it’s one of those things us college students are SUPPOSED to do when we come here. Kind of like how we are supposed to drink tequila while singing, “1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila....FLOOR”. No, the highlight of my trip has been videoing a couple parrots flying over my head, laying on the beach getting some much needed R &R after all the long nights (with the help Dunkin Doughnuts coffe, Dunkin keeps America running. This blog is not sponsored in anyway by Dunkin Doughnuts, pay no attention to the ads) back at school, and finally watching a man get rescued on the beach.
Why was I standing there watching the man get rescued? For starters, I don’t consider myself a good swimmer. As much as I’d like to imagine myself being a super hero, I am not. This is actually the ONE situation where Aquaman would have been helpful. Maybe, just maybe, I didn’t help because everyone else besides the life guards (who were running in bay watch fashion) were just staring and watching. Actually, one guy did try to help, and only ended up being a second person for the life guards to help. Moral of the story: next time you want to help someone in danger, don’t. (Kidding obviously, but do seriously consider if you can really help)
The nights are slightly boring. Why’s that you ask? Well when you’re on vacation with your parents you can’t exactly go clubbing or anything, not that I really would, but it’s nice to pretend right? Because I’m in another country, hulu and sites of that sort won’t let me catch up on any of my favorite tv shows which is a bit frustrating.
It’s probably a sign I should spend less time on the computer, but I have been reading about a book a day and didn’t bring enough books with me to last the entire time. I’d say this bad planning on my part was a circumstance of this one time, but again I don’t want to be a liar. I should probably work on not procrastinating so much...starting tomorrow.
There is a plus side though. All the reading I’ve done lately has made me head swell with the desire to do some writing of my own again. So you all get to suffer through a bunch of post just like this one again! Oh joyous day!
-Until next time,
I’m just your friendly neighborhood bloggerman
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Remember Remember The 2nd of November
I’ve been noticing since the elections occurred yesterday that many of my friends are complaining about the results, and are claiming they are going to move out of this country.I will admit when I was in middle school I had ideas of moving out of the country myself, but that's before I really knew anything about politics. While I am by no means thrilled myself with the results, I’d like to remind my friends that we live in one of the most democratically free countries in the world. In our parents generations if they weren’t happy with the political policies, they marched on D.C. In our generation, we complain via our facebook statuses.
That’s the great thing about this country. We have the freedom, at least theoretically, to be able to change the politics of which we don’t approve. The difference is that people give up too easily, are generally unmotivated, and maybe our best and brightest really do move to other countries. As cool as Scott Pilgrim may make Canada seem, it has its own issues especially with it’s Health Care System which is why a lot of the best doctors from Canada end up coming to America. As cool as we Americans think British accents are, their system has it flaws as well.
Look on the bright side people: Christine O’Donnel did not win her election. The day I lose any hope I have left for this country is the day that someone who is asked what issues they are against and then asks the questioner to give them some issues is elected. Granted, she didn’t use the words “getting all mavericky maverick up in here” so she may be slightly better than Sarah Palin.
Next time you consider moving out of the country, remind yourself that the best place to live these days is probably Switzerland. Do you know how many languages you’d have to be proficient at to really blend in/get along in Switzerland? At least four. That’s three and half more than most Americans are willing to learn ( I say 3 and half because a lot of us also suck at English).
Until next time,
I’m just your friendly neighborhood bloggerman
That’s the great thing about this country. We have the freedom, at least theoretically, to be able to change the politics of which we don’t approve. The difference is that people give up too easily, are generally unmotivated, and maybe our best and brightest really do move to other countries. As cool as Scott Pilgrim may make Canada seem, it has its own issues especially with it’s Health Care System which is why a lot of the best doctors from Canada end up coming to America. As cool as we Americans think British accents are, their system has it flaws as well.
Look on the bright side people: Christine O’Donnel did not win her election. The day I lose any hope I have left for this country is the day that someone who is asked what issues they are against and then asks the questioner to give them some issues is elected. Granted, she didn’t use the words “getting all mavericky maverick up in here” so she may be slightly better than Sarah Palin.
Next time you consider moving out of the country, remind yourself that the best place to live these days is probably Switzerland. Do you know how many languages you’d have to be proficient at to really blend in/get along in Switzerland? At least four. That’s three and half more than most Americans are willing to learn ( I say 3 and half because a lot of us also suck at English).
Until next time,
I’m just your friendly neighborhood bloggerman
Sunday, October 17, 2010
The Phoenix Is Reborn
This title seems fitting because I’ve been reflecting a lot on lately on “my past life” if you will. Life before I started going to Ithaca college, or even life as a “lowly freshman”. This time last year the high point of my life was telling my neighbor’s girlfriend that she sounded like the demon from the movie paranormal activity when they went at in bed ( I still have nightmares about that movie...and that sound). This title is also fitting because now, I’m going to concerts such as Phoenix at Cornell.
Phoenix was unknown to me until this summer...then again a lot of the music I like now was unknown me previous to this summer. As many of you who read this know, I went to Lollapalooza this summer and it pretty much changed my life. Not in the “oh my god I’m going to be a musician cause I totally can play my acoustic guitar while doing covers of bob dylan in your local starbucks” way, but in the helping me to define who and what I am, as well as what I like to do. Phoenix which had been new to me then seemed like an old friend at this point.
It was a night out with friends, friends who I had not seen much lately, save the exception of one who insists on being more my frenemy than my actual friend (even though she is in my list of favorite contacts on my phone). I had been thinking lately what life had been like before I knew them, how things had changed since meeting them, and how hot the opening act was...the last part isn’t a kodak moment, but it needed to be said.
So may there be many more nights of almost having a seizure from the light show filled with the companionship of friends such as yourselves. As for Phoenix, keep stringing together random english words to make songs it’s really awesome. Oh also buy yourself an english dictionary and look up the definition of the word “last song”, not that I’m complaining. Also thank you for putting on the best show I've seen since Lollapalooza itself.
Until next time,
I’m just your friendly neighborhood bloggerman
Phoenix was unknown to me until this summer...then again a lot of the music I like now was unknown me previous to this summer. As many of you who read this know, I went to Lollapalooza this summer and it pretty much changed my life. Not in the “oh my god I’m going to be a musician cause I totally can play my acoustic guitar while doing covers of bob dylan in your local starbucks” way, but in the helping me to define who and what I am, as well as what I like to do. Phoenix which had been new to me then seemed like an old friend at this point.
It was a night out with friends, friends who I had not seen much lately, save the exception of one who insists on being more my frenemy than my actual friend (even though she is in my list of favorite contacts on my phone). I had been thinking lately what life had been like before I knew them, how things had changed since meeting them, and how hot the opening act was...the last part isn’t a kodak moment, but it needed to be said.
So may there be many more nights of almost having a seizure from the light show filled with the companionship of friends such as yourselves. As for Phoenix, keep stringing together random english words to make songs it’s really awesome. Oh also buy yourself an english dictionary and look up the definition of the word “last song”, not that I’m complaining. Also thank you for putting on the best show I've seen since Lollapalooza itself.
Until next time,
I’m just your friendly neighborhood bloggerman
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
I hate it
Recently on Facebook I noticed a bunch of statuses like “ I like it on the kitchen table”. Wondering what this is about, I asked a few friends until I finally got an answer. It was in response to the question “Where do you like to leave your handbag when you get home”. When I asked a few friends who actually made it their status if they knew why they were responding to that question or where it came from, they had no clue.
Eventually, I did my own research and found out that it was a movement started to raise breast cancer awareness. Great cause , except one problem. If no one participating it even knows what the cause is about, how exactly does it help raise awareness? Most people are only making it their statuses because they can’t dare be out of the loop.
I have said this before and I will likely say it again, taking action on Facebook for a cause rarely accomplishes anything. All it really accomplishes is giving you a false sense of accomplishment. Joining one of those groups where they say they will donate x amount of money for everyone who joins is 99 % of the time totally bogus.
In general, I’m fascinated by how blindly people follow trends these days. It makes me worried that if the wrong thing were to become trendy, suddenly people could be supporting causes that would result in bad consequences. I am not saying I am guilt free either, because I was morbidly curious myself as to why this was so many peoples' facebook statuses.
Maybe it’s because I recently saw the movie The Social Network (which was amazing by the way), but the powers of social networking on the internet never cease to amaze me. Our generation updates each other about what we ate for breakfast via tweet (who cares if I had fruit loops for breakfast), what we did last weekend with pictures on facebook, and just about every detail you could want to know (or not know) about the person’s life. We all feel the need to constantly share our thoughts, which I realize I am just propagating by having a blog...but sue me.
Basically my recommendation is we should start putting more thought into these things, instead of just following the trends. But then I doubt that will ever happen, so in the meantime I will be looking for an application for a job to a social networking site. The matrix is slowly becoming a reality, our lives slowly becoming dictated by computers. I know, the former computer nerd (or current depending on how you look at it) is making this comment on his blog, again I’m a hypocrite.
Until next time,
I’m just your hypocritical neighborhood bloggerman
Eventually, I did my own research and found out that it was a movement started to raise breast cancer awareness. Great cause , except one problem. If no one participating it even knows what the cause is about, how exactly does it help raise awareness? Most people are only making it their statuses because they can’t dare be out of the loop.
I have said this before and I will likely say it again, taking action on Facebook for a cause rarely accomplishes anything. All it really accomplishes is giving you a false sense of accomplishment. Joining one of those groups where they say they will donate x amount of money for everyone who joins is 99 % of the time totally bogus.
In general, I’m fascinated by how blindly people follow trends these days. It makes me worried that if the wrong thing were to become trendy, suddenly people could be supporting causes that would result in bad consequences. I am not saying I am guilt free either, because I was morbidly curious myself as to why this was so many peoples' facebook statuses.
Maybe it’s because I recently saw the movie The Social Network (which was amazing by the way), but the powers of social networking on the internet never cease to amaze me. Our generation updates each other about what we ate for breakfast via tweet (who cares if I had fruit loops for breakfast), what we did last weekend with pictures on facebook, and just about every detail you could want to know (or not know) about the person’s life. We all feel the need to constantly share our thoughts, which I realize I am just propagating by having a blog...but sue me.
Basically my recommendation is we should start putting more thought into these things, instead of just following the trends. But then I doubt that will ever happen, so in the meantime I will be looking for an application for a job to a social networking site. The matrix is slowly becoming a reality, our lives slowly becoming dictated by computers. I know, the former computer nerd (or current depending on how you look at it) is making this comment on his blog, again I’m a hypocrite.
Until next time,
I’m just your hypocritical neighborhood bloggerman
Thursday, September 2, 2010
I Wanna Soak Up The Sun
So, I basically just announced to the entirety of the internet that I used to love that one Sheryl Crow song. Greaaat. Anyway, as many of you may have noticed it has been hot as hell in Ithaca this week. Let me repeat that for emphasis: It has been hot as hell IN ITHACA.
This is the same school that people joke that the seasons are August and Winter. Granted, we only recently got into September but I hope for some snow to start falling immediately. I’m sure by the end of a typical Ithaca winter I’ll be wishing for the snow to be gone, but I seriously hate the heat. It makes it hard to focus ( or maybe that’s just me blaming some latent A.D.D. on the heat), and just generally makes me feel sick.
The fact that it keeps reaching 90 or so in Ithaca must be some kind of record. I thought the highest temperatures were supposed to get here were about -10 degrees F, and we had to take dog sleds to get to class. Or at the very least we could ice skate!
It’s a shame we aren’t a nudist college, or the Nelly song may totally apply here. Then again I suppose I should be happy that we aren’t a nudist college, because that means the professors would be as well. I guess that would be good for the bio students who are trying to learn Anatomy though.
My solution to the heat is make friends with someone with an air conditioner. Which I’m pretty sure I have done but I’ve yet to take advantage of... Which means my goal before that should have probably been to become more of a jerk. Either that or I need to meet Mr. Freeze from the Batman series, he seems like a pretty “cool” guy. Har Har I’m so punny.
Until next time (if the heat hasn’t melted my brain in which case it’s been a great run),
I’m just your friendly neighborhood bloggerman
This is the same school that people joke that the seasons are August and Winter. Granted, we only recently got into September but I hope for some snow to start falling immediately. I’m sure by the end of a typical Ithaca winter I’ll be wishing for the snow to be gone, but I seriously hate the heat. It makes it hard to focus ( or maybe that’s just me blaming some latent A.D.D. on the heat), and just generally makes me feel sick.
The fact that it keeps reaching 90 or so in Ithaca must be some kind of record. I thought the highest temperatures were supposed to get here were about -10 degrees F, and we had to take dog sleds to get to class. Or at the very least we could ice skate!
It’s a shame we aren’t a nudist college, or the Nelly song may totally apply here. Then again I suppose I should be happy that we aren’t a nudist college, because that means the professors would be as well. I guess that would be good for the bio students who are trying to learn Anatomy though.
My solution to the heat is make friends with someone with an air conditioner. Which I’m pretty sure I have done but I’ve yet to take advantage of... Which means my goal before that should have probably been to become more of a jerk. Either that or I need to meet Mr. Freeze from the Batman series, he seems like a pretty “cool” guy. Har Har I’m so punny.
Until next time (if the heat hasn’t melted my brain in which case it’s been a great run),
I’m just your friendly neighborhood bloggerman
Sunday, August 29, 2010
When you wish upon a star
So now that I have a regular group of readers (you know who you are), I feel somewhat pressured to write a blog more often. Tonight’s topic has been in the works for a while, which is my take on aliens. Maybe it’s because I watched a lot of Doctor Who this summer, maybe it’s because I love star gazing, or maybe it’s because everyone expects me to write about aliens sometime because “lols hes a nerd”.
Earlier this summer I read what Steven Hawking had to say about how if Aliens came to the world, they’d imperialize us just like Columbus did to the Native Americans. While I don’t necessarily disagree this might be the case, I can only wonder why Mr. Hawking used this specific image. I understand that he is implying the aliens will do horrible things to us, but doesn’t that also imply that the aliens will have sex with us? Thus every star trek/star wars fanboys greatest dream has just been fulfilled.
I’d like to believe that the aliens are really a peaceful race of cute beings whose advanced technology can beat out even the championed 3D TV. I mean why not go for 4D? Who wouldn’t want to watch their favorite celebrities that wa...sorry I was busy drooling over some of the ideas that just came to mind.
I’m not sure whether I believe in Aliens the way they are depicted in popular fiction. Anime nerds, you all want that hot alien girl to fall out of the sky and give you super powers. It most likely isn’t going to happen...and if it does, I call dibs. But they may not be like in the horror movies where they destroy everything in their path either.
Personally, I think they may just be a plant like life form of some kind. It’s hard to imagine we are the only planet capable of sustaining life, but if there is other life out there I have a hard time picturing it as the cheesy martian costumes have been depicted for years. Maybe they’re so complex my tiny human brain can’t even comprehend the work that went into what looks like a badly made costume with a zipper sticking out.
This one goes out to my alien counterpart who is writing a post wondering if we exist or not. May you “live long and prosper”, and please don’t invade my planet.
Until next time,
I’m just your friendly neighborhood bloggerman (feel free to comment, I like comments. I promise I won't probe you!)
Earlier this summer I read what Steven Hawking had to say about how if Aliens came to the world, they’d imperialize us just like Columbus did to the Native Americans. While I don’t necessarily disagree this might be the case, I can only wonder why Mr. Hawking used this specific image. I understand that he is implying the aliens will do horrible things to us, but doesn’t that also imply that the aliens will have sex with us? Thus every star trek/star wars fanboys greatest dream has just been fulfilled.
I’d like to believe that the aliens are really a peaceful race of cute beings whose advanced technology can beat out even the championed 3D TV. I mean why not go for 4D? Who wouldn’t want to watch their favorite celebrities that wa...sorry I was busy drooling over some of the ideas that just came to mind.
I’m not sure whether I believe in Aliens the way they are depicted in popular fiction. Anime nerds, you all want that hot alien girl to fall out of the sky and give you super powers. It most likely isn’t going to happen...and if it does, I call dibs. But they may not be like in the horror movies where they destroy everything in their path either.
Personally, I think they may just be a plant like life form of some kind. It’s hard to imagine we are the only planet capable of sustaining life, but if there is other life out there I have a hard time picturing it as the cheesy martian costumes have been depicted for years. Maybe they’re so complex my tiny human brain can’t even comprehend the work that went into what looks like a badly made costume with a zipper sticking out.
This one goes out to my alien counterpart who is writing a post wondering if we exist or not. May you “live long and prosper”, and please don’t invade my planet.
Until next time,
I’m just your friendly neighborhood bloggerman (feel free to comment, I like comments. I promise I won't probe you!)
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