In an effort to get StuffTheOlympicsLiked.com up and running, posts here are going to be short and sweet.
Doesn’t mean they can’t contain a bucket of awesome, however.
With that said, if you get FitTV you should be watching Namaste Yoga. For your viewing pleasure…
It’s yoga that can be enjoyed from your couch, with a can of Budweiser! The HR guy at my company turned me onto this by the way – god bless him.
Those in the know I’m sure realized where the inspiration for my Toss the Burner posts originated from almost instantly.
Next Sunday brings us to the end of a yet another TV era when The Wire series finale airs.
I love this show so much. It’s the greatest show on concrete – underdeveloped, crack vile laden, animalistic concrete. It even moved me to read an NYT article about some Bush administration gobbledeegook this morning.
My prediction for the finale, the bad guys are going to win. Though who that means exactly depends on your perspective.
I’m not even going to throw out any sort of substantial prediction. One of the things I like about this show is that I’m always wrong. No scheme I ever cooked up for The Wire ever happened, ever.
The curveballs never cease to end with this show. For instance, HBO has been putting each episode On Demand a week early throughout the season. Yet, apparently they’re putting the kabbash on that for the Series Finale.
Geoff Young, mastermind behind San Diego Padres blog Ducksnorts, sent me this pic yesterday. It’s from when he brought his loyal brood of readers to a Padres game. Blogger Ballpark love. Love it.
You know you’re in trouble when you stumble upon this headline: CBS gives thumbs up for more reality shows…and there is a picture of Jamie Kennedy sitting right there. Anxiety level, skyrocketing.
“Once upon a time, in the 1960′s, the TV landscape was rife with westerns….”
It. Gets. Better.
“Today, CBS reported two new reality programs in development. Splitsville, which was previously announced, is now going into production. The marital-based series, which comic Jamie Kennedy is executive producing, is not about happy unions.”
god help me.
I’m very much looking forward to hating this band intensely. Right now, I gotta say, it’s not bad. (They’re already in GQ. Christ).
Saturday afternoon debauchery might derail seeing Tennessee/Memphis tomorrow night. Stiles Points breaks down what people are saying about this game nicely.
Historically, I’ve given Memphis almost no credit for anything they’ve done. A sort of Ted Kennedy of college basketball perhaps. However, Chris Douglas-Roberts and Derrick Rose, those guys are something else. I’m taking Memphis, which is a hell of a town by the way.
Courtesy of Complete Sports (great call by the way!), today is the 28th Anniversary of the Second Miracle On Ice.
Not to be confused with the first Miracle on Ice…Jameson Whiskey on the Rocks. Invented by Jesus, on his 9th birthday, a long-ass time ago.
Inspired thoughts:
“It’s amateur hour,” my old colleague Lisa on St. Pattys Day in Hoboken…one week away!
Allow me to welcome myself back to my own blog. Welcome.
I saw this commercial for Hyundai this morning. It stuck with me because I’m currently in the midst of changing jobs.
What did ever happen to commitment?
Personally, I’d rather marry myself to what these kids are into transportation-wise than a Hyundai (via: boingboing):
