It’s New Year’s Eve, why am I watching an idiot in a plaid suit?

The question is, do we just think that the New Year’s Eve TV specials were better because of our nostalgia-tinted glasses used when viewing our childhood or is this “I wanna be a billionaire” song really that stupid? Granted the audio is off and lots of lyrics come across as substandard when passed through closed captioning, but the ridiculousness of this guy’s plaid suit really overshadows any potential talent he may possess.

Yeah, it’s about ten minutes ’til 2011 and I’m watching crappy musical performances on Fox – because that’s a depressing way to end a year. Reba just took the stage, although it was difficult to recognize her under the whore makeup, and now it looks like Carrie Underwood was just shown putting as much enthusiasm into her clapping as she does with her performances.

This was not supposed to be a live blogging post but… wait, was there seriously a commercial for House? That show is still on? Hasn’t he cured lupus by now? Anyway, where was I?

Oh yes, the end of one year and beginning of the next has snuck up on me once again. I’m too lazy to do a full “year in review” – especially for a year in which I rarely blogged – so let me just say that 2010 started on some really crappy notes, had a bunch of ups and downs, but really pulled itself together at the last minute for a heck of a finish. Was that generic enough? Sorry, but there’s too much that just can’t be spelled out on a blog. I will say that I feel far more comfortable and content with my family, job, life, etc. today than a year ago.

Resolutions aren’t exactly my bag and blogging-related ones are about as cliche as hipsters in car commercials¬†(zing!), but I really do plan on organizing/redefining things better around here in 2011 and posting far more regularly (we’ve heard that before). So I hope you all had an excellent year and are doing something far more fun and exciting right now that typing up a blog post. See you in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Commercials that crush my soul

Some news show was doing a segment on commercials you “love to hate” tonight. For starters, is there a more terribly overused phrase than that one? Secondly, isn’t there some real news that should be shown? Whatever. Anyway, they couldn’t help but show a clip of the most offensive commercial on TV. If you haven’t been subjected to it, I’m going to force it on you now:

I can only imagine that the guy in the dragon suit excuses himself to the bathroom and weeps uncontrollably whenever it comes on. Which is almost every freakin’ commercial break…

There aren’t that many other ads that so completely offend me on just about every level. There’s the many horrid campaigns of Burger King. From the creepy homo eroticism of the king to the frightening overreactions of the dregs that apparently eat there on a regular basis, each one of them makes me want to rush out and burn down one of their crappy restaurants. Now they are actually comparing Wendy’s to Russia because they sell baked potatoes… WTF?

Hmm… this topic sucks. Maybe tomorrow I should talk about commercials I actually like next time…

Hitchcock rocks my socks

Not to be outdone by SciFi’s Twilight Zone Marathon, HDNet Movies has been playing nothing but Hitchcock movies. What a frickin’ genius. I finally got to watch The Birds – even though the effects don’t quite hold up over time, that’s still one scary movie. For the best experience, make sure you have a parakeet in the room. It adds a three-dimensional effect to the sounds – that sparrow attack freaked me out man…

One of the all-time greats, Rear Window, is coming on, but we’re on our way out to toast the New Year in the presence of actual friends – a rare occurrence these days. That’s also why I’m not doing any sort of year-end wrap-up right now. Yeah, I’ll stick with that excuse. Tomorrow will be time for house cleaning on this site along with moments of reflection. That sounds way more serious than it will be.

Hope you all have a great frickin’ New Year!

That’s all folks!

Yes, yesterday was the big day. No, I can’t tell you anything. Alright, I can tell you guys some things. Like the fact that actually sitting in the “hit seat” is unlike an experience I’ve ever had or, most likely, will ever have. I can also tell you that the whole thing felt so fast in the end considering how long the anticipation dragged on. I can definitely tell you that Meredith Vieira is awesome – she is incredibly sweet and comforting when you really need it. And I” admit that having complete strangers with no stake in your performance cheer for you is damn cool.

As much as my stomach has been absolutely abysmal for the last month thanks to stress and I’ve been looking forward to getting back to my real life, I am a little sad that it’s over. You really build some camaraderie with the other contestants and the crew members. I’m kicking myself for not exchanging e-mails with anyone. Hey Dave, Julia, Megan, John and everybody else, if you somehow stumble upon this entry, feel free to drop me a line!

Anywho, I’m cutting this short before I accidentally reveal something I shouldn’t. All of that will come in due time (well, more like the middle of January). I’m actually even disabling comments on this entry so as not to tempt any of you. It’s time to return to normalcy…