With out further ado, the Crapper....
* New York Times Vows - Because I'm a hopeless WASP, I subscribe only to the New York Times Sunday edition. And I read the Sunday Styles section first. Which means, relatively early on my Sunday mornings I come face to face with the Vows section. While some girls read the the mushy stories of how people met and ponder their wedding day, I am continulously distracted by the awful fucking wedding portraits. It's like, you know what? You're in the freaking New York Times. You want me to believe that that's the BEST pictures the two of you can take together? You look like you were hit in the face with a sack of nickles. Perhaps you should reconsider those vows.
* Bad R&B - It's been a bit too long since I last talked about my undying love for tragically bad R&B. I was watching 8 Mile the other day and it struck me how ridiculously awesome the soundtrack was. I attempted to discuss this with my 22 year old co-worker the next day. Now, I'm like 27 - not exactly over the hill - but apparently old enough to know all the words to Michigan native Adina Howard's "Freak Like Me." FYI - no my 22 year old colleauge has not heard of the song, and no, singing the chorus, "And we can WOOF WOOF any time of day it's all good for me..." does not help jog any memories. Sweet.
* Rock of Love II - Not enough of my shows are back to warrant a State of My Shows post, but I will say that Rock of Love II is just as absurd as the original. I'm now convinced that Bret is just a total sex hound (not that this was a huge stretch to begin with). His only interest is banging chicks and convincing the producer's that he's into "the process" enough to generate another edition.
* CSI Update - I just finished watching Season 5 on DVD - that shit with Nick getting buried alive was INTENSE! Yes I realize that watching all of them on DVD will mean that I can never watch another Spike marathon ever again. But, such is life. Gill and I will live. Happily. Together. I swear I'm mentally stable.