Remember that time I said I was going to post every day?

Yeah. So that's a big fat FAIL when it comes to my plans to get back into my aggressive daily blogging. Good news is that I've stayed on the steady over at HuffPo, and that I'm well... working hard? At my actual job? You know, that thing I do during the day where I actually get paid?

Anyway... yes the posts have slowed here, despite my whole-hearted attempts to keep them up. I am planning on a redesign in the upcoming month or so, at which point maybe the blog will be back to regularity or something.

In other news, who's seeing Dear John this weekend? Eh? Eh?

Are we there yet?

This time tomorrow night I'll be knee-deep into the Lost premiere. HOLY CRAP.

I've already written about my Lost-induced agita over at the Huffington Post, but there's one other point I wanted to make:

I'm that kid who always snooped my Christmas presents. I read the last page of a book. I always wanted to know the future - because I was deeply invested in the idea that everything would be okay. Perhaps my idealistic Pollyanna within wished for a happy ending so badly that this hunger for it prevented me from waiting.

When it comes to television shows, I am the same. I like spoilers. I like to know that the characters I have invested in are going to be okay. I need to know that my questions will be answered, that my consistent viewership will be rewarded. I don't seek them out for all shows, only some, but I won't ever turn away from them. I see SPOILER ALERT! and I keep reading.

However, with LOST? I don't want to know. Anything. Unfortunately, during previous seasons of the show's run I couldn't help but read things -- I mean I'm a news junkie, of course I would read things that might spoil me! But this year I am making a concerted effort to not know a THING about the show when it premieres.

And then today the premiere leaked online. After the first four minutes of the episode did on Friday. Have I watched either? No. Have I been tempted to? Not even close. I want the full Lost experience.

To quote a (crass) friend, I want to go into this whole thing "pure as fuck." And I think this is the first television show I've ever been content to do that with.

On that note, I'm psyched for the premiere, agita and stress and all.

Why I Love Celine Dion, Pt. 8

BECAUSE WHO ELSE GETS A MOVIE WITH "THROUGH THE EYES OF THE WORLD" FOR A SUBTITLE?



OMG. She's my favorite alien. I can't wait to see this in 3D and hopefully not get shushed too much for laughing/weeping.

And if you're dying to catch up: all previous posts explaining Why I Love Celine Dion

Brad Fail

I love where I work. Seriously. My boss just handed this to me in a fit of giggles, post-it note included.



Suffice it to say, we wont be using that brad for any scripts anytime soon.

Ginger Midget

I gave my roommate Becca a copy of the screener for Sherlock Holmes last night before she went to bed.

I checked my email right before I fell asleep at 11pm to read what may be my new favorite email:

From: Becca
Date: Mon, Jan 25, 2010 at 10:50 PM
Subject: ginger midget
To: Annie

There's one in this movie and they call him Ginger Midget.

Pudding and Mustaches

I was enjoying a Jello snack pack after lunch today, and decided to send out a little tweet about it. You know, because Jello pudding now reminds me of this funny quote from Lie to Me (because at this point, why wouldn't everything in my life make me think of a television show?) and long story short, this spiraled into some Twitter riffing on a show called PUDDING AND MUSTACHES.

Why?

Well, mustaches are like the NEW HOT THING in TV (or something). And then there's pudding... a treat that's slowly been creeping onto the airwaves for some time now. Okay, sure pudding is almost always featured in hospital scenes (and on a side note, when I was in the hospital post-surgery, I did not get any pudding), but I'm starting to notice pudding is popping up EVERYWHERE. And I am not alone. A friend of mine, who is a TV reporter (yes! A real live TV reporter! And when I say "friend" I'm not even talking about myself! This is someone else who is a TV blogger! I KNOW!) jumped in on the fun, and together we came up with some potential loglines for what is sure to be the next massive hit on NBC:

PUDDING AND MUSTACHES: Pudding thieves plot to take over the JELLO plant, but are thwarted by mustached men. Rights to JELLO are pending.

PUDDING AND MUSTACHES: A teenage girl discovers the only way to get rid of her puberty-induced mustache is by smearing it with pudding.

PUDDING AND MUSTACHES: The sordid tale of Tom Selleck's mustache gone rogue. Its weakness? Tapioca pudding.

PUDDING AND MUSTACHES: In which a monkey grows a mustache. And eats pudding.

PUDDING AND MUSTACHES: New reality competition to see which team can make the best/most creative facial hair using only pudding.

PUDDING AND MUSTACHES: Crime show where the only way to collect forensic evidence is with pudding. Half of the cops must have mustaches.

So which one of these is NBC most likely to buy? I'm guessing the one with the monkey.

Sandra Bullock, like, gets me

Um. Have you seen Sandra Bullock's dress from Saturday's SAG Awards? If not, please take a gander below. (Feel free to ignore her husband. Just look at the sequins).

Okay, this dress? IS SO ME. Like if I were going to an award show, this is the dress I would wear. First of all, the colors are FAB. We're talking shades of blue, like ROYAL blue, which, um, I LOVE, and then black, which is obviously smart and slimming and safe, BUT IT'S SO NOT SAFE BECAUSE THE SEQUINS GIVE A BIT OF CRAZY. And I love sequins. And shoulder pads. And anything that looks like it could have been worn by an extra on Dynasty.

Hey! Have you heard about this show?

Have you heard about Friday Night Lights? Me neither!* But this LA Times article makes a convincing case for why I should watch.

*Note sarcasm. I don't shut up about this show.