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Thursday, September 27, 2007

Don't Bother Me, I'm Watching TV

I'm sure most of you are wondering what I do with my time besides write for this blog, watch movies in a drunken stupor, and "researching". Since I am of minimal social skills but practice good hygiene, I spend a lot of that time watching TV (instead of, say, playing video games (hence the point about hygiene)). And tonight marks the night where I celebrate this fact rather than mourn it.


That's because for once TV is worth watching. It's Thursday night, and that means the comedy lineup on NBC. There's the amiable My Name Is Earl, which while the weak link of the night, is a nice appetizer for what's to come. Then there's the brilliantly zany 30 Rock, which quickly became a favorite last season. Between Alec Baldwin's deliciously insane portrayal of a corporate head to the endless parade of quotable lines ("Live every week like it's 'Shark Week'"; "TELEVISION: ON! PORNOGRAPHY!"), it's comic sunshine in my dull dull life. There's the now-familiar standby, The Office, which still has a kick in it, even when you think it's heading downhill. And then there's Scrubs; though it may have lost its fastball, it's still worth keeping up as it winds down its run.


Adding to this great lineup this season, there is the added bonus of It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia on FX. 10 o'clock rolls around, I'm watching this one. As Zhuang put it, it's kind of like Friends, if all of them were evil. I've totally caught up on the first two seasons (not much of an accomplishment, in any sense of the word, since there were only a handful of episodes in total), and now I'm prepared for doubleshots of new episodes each week. Follow this with the standard Daily Show/Colbert Report power hour, I've got my entire Thursday night booked. And that means I want no distractions.

Fuck you if you ruin my Thursday night. Of course, NBC kind of ruins it with one-hour premieres and FX does the same with slightly long episodes that bleed into my power hour, but I can take it. I'm strong like that.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Rock The Bells Recap--Holy Shit, We Nearly Died

As it has been alluded to several times this week, the WDR crew went down to the desert of SoCal to witness the reunification of the seminal band of our youths (and greatest band on the planet), Rage Against the Machine. Since we knew that there were only a few potential opportunities to see the Rage, we jumped at any opportunity, so San Bernardino was the concert we got (even though San Francisco would have been much more convenient--thanks, jerkoff).

However, Rage wasn't the only act on the bill. No, they decided to take part in a giant rap festival. And yes, though WDR is not entirely unfamiliar with this "hipped-hop", it's not exactly our calling card. There were some acts worth sticking around for (the Roots and P.E., bitches), and others not so much. But you know, it's all truly worth it just for the chance to see the Rage, so we endured. Boy, did we endure.

What follows from now on will be a recap of all the artists that we played a witness to. I'm going to set up each post, and then allow the other dudes here to fill in with their observations throughout the weekend whenever they damn will please. Plus, a bonus stab at music journalism by yours truly awaits you on Monday.



Since no one reads this shit on the weekend, I'm sure you won't mind our messy appearance.