hmm. the WB is pissed, not only over its complete shut-out but particularly the snubbing of Buffy in this week's prime-time Emmy nominations. folks, i read through the nominees, and i'd be pissed too. actually, i am pissed. the nominees were the same shows over and over. hell, does the cast of Will & Grace have "Permanent Nominee" status or somthing? yes, Buffy is genre television, which is generally not well represented in the Emmy nominees, but "The Body", the episode which picks up with Buffy finding her mother dead, is good television. it's fucking great television. Joss Whedon, as writer and director of that episode, deserves a nomination for it. instead, we get the shows with the highest ratings, and the shows that "everyone's talking about." ratings certainly aren't the way to discover quality television, and listening to the same mindless sheep who watch When the Funniest Police Car Crashes Attack is idiocy. i now hold the Emmys in the same disregard as i do the Oscars, the MTV Movie Awards, the Blockbuster Entertainment Awards, and anything with "People's Choice" in the title.
thank you.
Friday, July 13, 2001
still depressed, but feeling a little better now, due mainly to finding a copy of Fray #2 today (see the cover). i'll write a review for it later. for now, here's some details about my journey to the beach.
i've said before that i have a fear of jellyfish, even though i've never seen one. in visiting Corpus Christi, i finally got to see one. i'd been telling Mike since we first started planning the roadtrip that i wouldn't get into the water at the beach. he was determined that i would.
for two months, it's been a constant barrage of soothing words attempting to allay my fear of medusoid marine creatures. in the end, Mike's reassurances (helped along, i'm sure, by the half dozen cold ones he bought me at lunch) persuaded me to wade into the Gulf waters to waist depth. i stood, letting wave after wave hit me, enjoying the sand between my toes, spitting out the foul tasting water. then, i screamed like an eight year old girl.
yes, i'd been stung, along my elbow and the back of my forearm. i retreated quickly to the beach as my companions laughed at me, and i cursed myself for not researching before hand how long i'd have to get to hospital before it was too late. Mike and Co. just laughed when i said i should see a doctor. they didn't think it was a jellyfish because *they* hadn't seen it. they made fun of me, even telling me to watch out for the beach jellyfish that lie in wait under the sand until you step too close.
it kind of pissed me off. after ten minutes or so, my elbow no longer hurt, though i still had red whelps running across it and down my arm. i decided the jellyfish probably wasn't deadly since there weren't any signs warning of the beasties, so i screwed my courage to the sticking place and waded back in. i was going to find the jellyfish and show my companions.
it took me a while, but i finally spotted one (actually, i mistook it for some trash floating in the water, and almost grabbed it before i realized that it was a little too spheroid to be a plastic bag). it was small, about 6 or 8 inches in diameter, and looked like a soft white light bulb floating just below the surface. i called the others over, to prove to them that the jellyfish were out there, and they promptly began trying to catch it (in any group of people, there's always at least one dumbass. our group was lucky enough to have four). they thought it loads of fun, until Dumbass #4 actually got to touch it and was stung also. we all began searching after that, and spotted about a dozen of the buggers (or, it could have been Flash the Wonderjellyfish, moving very quickly). that was enough for me. i left.
i headed over to the USS Lexington , which was moored nearby, but turned back when i saw the $10 admission price (for ten dollars, not only should you get to tour the ship, but you should also get a blowjob from a sailor. i'm fairly certain that wasn't part of the package). i met up with the others, and we called it a day.
so that's my jellyfish story.
i've said before that i have a fear of jellyfish, even though i've never seen one. in visiting Corpus Christi, i finally got to see one. i'd been telling Mike since we first started planning the roadtrip that i wouldn't get into the water at the beach. he was determined that i would.
for two months, it's been a constant barrage of soothing words attempting to allay my fear of medusoid marine creatures. in the end, Mike's reassurances (helped along, i'm sure, by the half dozen cold ones he bought me at lunch) persuaded me to wade into the Gulf waters to waist depth. i stood, letting wave after wave hit me, enjoying the sand between my toes, spitting out the foul tasting water. then, i screamed like an eight year old girl.
yes, i'd been stung, along my elbow and the back of my forearm. i retreated quickly to the beach as my companions laughed at me, and i cursed myself for not researching before hand how long i'd have to get to hospital before it was too late. Mike and Co. just laughed when i said i should see a doctor. they didn't think it was a jellyfish because *they* hadn't seen it. they made fun of me, even telling me to watch out for the beach jellyfish that lie in wait under the sand until you step too close.
it kind of pissed me off. after ten minutes or so, my elbow no longer hurt, though i still had red whelps running across it and down my arm. i decided the jellyfish probably wasn't deadly since there weren't any signs warning of the beasties, so i screwed my courage to the sticking place and waded back in. i was going to find the jellyfish and show my companions.
it took me a while, but i finally spotted one (actually, i mistook it for some trash floating in the water, and almost grabbed it before i realized that it was a little too spheroid to be a plastic bag). it was small, about 6 or 8 inches in diameter, and looked like a soft white light bulb floating just below the surface. i called the others over, to prove to them that the jellyfish were out there, and they promptly began trying to catch it (in any group of people, there's always at least one dumbass. our group was lucky enough to have four). they thought it loads of fun, until Dumbass #4 actually got to touch it and was stung also. we all began searching after that, and spotted about a dozen of the buggers (or, it could have been Flash the Wonderjellyfish, moving very quickly). that was enough for me. i left.
i headed over to the USS Lexington , which was moored nearby, but turned back when i saw the $10 admission price (for ten dollars, not only should you get to tour the ship, but you should also get a blowjob from a sailor. i'm fairly certain that wasn't part of the package). i met up with the others, and we called it a day.
so that's my jellyfish story.
Thursday, July 12, 2001
still officially "On Vacation", though i am actually back at home now. i have to say, Texas was really... not that bad. we (meaning me, Mike, Mike's brother-in-law, and a guy Mike has known for 20 years) made a circuit through a few of the major cities. here are some highlights:
- Houston, the country's most polluted city. buttloads of fun for an asthmatic like me. the recent flooding also left the city with an unpleasant water-damaged smell.
- Austin, home of UT, the archnemesis of OU, and former home of our current president. felt a near-overwhelming compulsion to piss on everything.
- San Antonio. the Alamo. didn't bother to stop. somehow passed three "San Antonio City Limits" signs on our way straight through the city.
- Waco. uh, ok, there's nothing to see there.
- Dallas/Fort Worth/Arlington. hummed the theme song and had thoughts of Larry Hagman's liver transplant/grateful, after a long day with my traveling companions, for the liquor store i spotted from the highway/the place where i nearly murdered one of my traveling companions.
- Corpus Christi. sand, sun, water, hot bartenders and jellyfish.
- El Paso. we didn't actually visit El Paso. i tried to talk my companions into going there, because, once there, i thought it'd be easy to talk them into a short 206 mile side trip to Roswell, NM, where the cute big-eared alien guy is. they didn't bite.