Showing posts with label Entertainment Weekly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Entertainment Weekly. Show all posts

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Yes, Please.



This pic and more goodness (hard to believe but there are even hotter photos of this man) can be found in this week's Entertainment Weekly, on newsstands now.

If you aren't watching White Collar, this should give you a clear sense of what exactly you are missing: a really, really attractive guy (and good TV too, but right now I'd like us all to focus on the pretty).

Related story: A Boner for Bomer

Friday, April 09, 2010

Where's MY Booth?

Okay, I realize I haven't shut up about Bones recently - but considering it's one of my current TV obsessions, I'm not going to stop talking about it anytime soon. Deal with it. (And really, should we be surprised? I mean after I got insanely into Buffy the Vampire Slayer last year - after those goddamn Twilight books - and developed a deep love for the brooding talents of one David Boreanaz, it was only a natural next step I go find whatever current show he was a part of. I partially blame my friend Jori who, after I claimed Robert Pattinson was a phenomenal brooder, told me that I had to watch Boreanaz as Angel, because he makes Pattinson look like a telephone lamp, and Boreanaz could have chemistry with a telephone lamp. Jori, by the way - you were right. But I digress...).

The show's 100th episode aired last night - and for an excellent recap I'll direct you to Entertainment Weekly, I agree with everything they wrote about it over there.

What I want to talk about here is a little more personal (that's right folks, here at Jaw Wired Shut it's all about ME. At least after three years of blogging I'm consistent, right?).

Go watch this scene (yes, spoiler alert if you haven't watched the episode) and then I'll get to my point...



Here's the thing: do men like that exist? Men who fall in love at first sight? Men who know? Men who declare their love for another person so openly? I mean ignore the heartbreaking part where she essentially turns him down, and I mean, is that not one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen? And now do you people get what I'm talking about when I rave about David Boreanaz's acting abilities? He seriously reminds me of George Clooney in a way - something about the convinction in his performance - the Cary Grant-esque old school movie star vibes...

But what I really want to know here is WHERE IS MY BOOTH?

I blame this show and most recently Justified for making me develop a thing for cops. I used to have a thing for authority figures (think camp counselors, professors, etc.) but now it's definitely just that whole knight-in-shining armor thing. Shit, I want to work for the FBI if only it means I get partnered up with some hottie who's going to be obsessed with protecting me and subsequently fall in love with me, eccentricities and all.

Also - Brennan (Emily Deschanel's character - and by the way, Emily Deschanel is just a stellar actress and far more appealing than her younger sister Zooey, in my opinion. Although if those two ever teamed up for a musical album or fashion label or any remotely artistic endeavor I would probably vomit from cuteness/jealousy) makes me want to just incorporate a lot of awkward jargon into my daily lexicon. I mean, she makes me just want to really own my occasional bouts of social awkwardness.

The last comment I want to make is this: Booth, if you ever declared your love for me and gave a speech like that one (the "30, 40, 50 years" part just slayed me), please note I would not turn you down.

That is all.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Insert Foot in Mouth (Top TV of the Decade)

I'm really hypocritical. Remember my last HuffPo article where I begged for no more "Top Ten of the Decade" Lists? Or the post just before this one, in which I practically said outright I was done blogging for 2009, and that I intended on ridiculing all this "TV as Art" crap?

The thing is, everyone is writing their Top Ten of TV Shows of the Decade lists and while I agree with many, I figure I should get my own chance to throw out a few selections. So, with what little authority I have, I'm sharing mine. I do plan on writing a post that completely makes fun of this desire to whittle things down to the TEN BEST OF THE DECADE! but until then, I'm just gonna keep my foot in my mouth, and share my list. Anyway, what other TV blogger is proclaiming The Hills as one of the best shows to come out of the aughts?

First, a disclaimer: there are many shows that I know are brilliant and amazing but that I have never watched, and while I know some of these shows (like The Wire) are deserving of a place on my list, I simply can't include them (yes, it's outrageous I haven't watched The Wire, and I plan to - it's on my Netflix queue). This is a biased list - however I'm approaching it by looking at shows I feel have changed the game or defied expectations. These are the shows that continue to resonate with me; the shows I would tell anyone I think are the best of the past ten years.

Without further ado, and in no particular order...

Arrested Development (2003-2006)
I'm not sure there is any other comedy show I quote as frequently as I quote Arrested Development. Years after its end, the show is still relevant, still funny, and still genius. I'm not sure any other comedy has even come close to this show in terms of consistently bringing the funny in a smart and clever way. What's interesting to me is that I don't even think any other comedy has tried to copy the style of Arrested Development - it's a standalone masterpiece, almost as though everyone knows there's no chance of matching its perfection.

Battlestar Galactica (2004-2009)
I loved this show because it wasn't about science fiction. Sure, it's title all but screams sci-fi, but the show itself wasn't. BSG was about ethics, morals, religion, politics, relationships - all the social, economic and political issues we debate on a global scale every day. And what other show invented a new swear word or inspired panel discussions at the United Nations (please note I did not research if, in fact, other shows have been presented at the UN, so I could be wrong, but for the sake of my very-biased Top Ten list, go with me on this)? Holy frak this show was phenomenal.

Bones (2005-present)
I do not like procedurals. I am not one of those people who can watch hours upon hours of Law & Order or CSI, and so it was with some reluctance that I started watching Bones early last year, and really only because Entertainment Weekly was always writing about it, so I figured I'd see what all the fuss was about. I watched the pilot, and then I watched a few random episodes from the first two seasons. Then I realized I was hooked, bought all the seasons on DVD, caught up to the current season and joined the rabid fanbase for this "little engine that could" kind of show (I say that in the sense that Bones is not a show that's popularly debated over office water coolers and I doubt it's showing up on any other TV critic lists - it's overwhelmingly underrated, in my opinion, and yet is a show that's now hitting a new stride in its fifth season). Bones is not a procedural, at least not in my mind. It is a character drama that tackles very heavy issues through crime-solving. It is also rife with comedy. The stories and characters are compelling, and the two leads have so much chemistry I could probably watch them driving in a car for an hour and still be entertained.

Firefly (2002-2003)
Nathan Fillion is about half of the reason I love this show. His Captain Mal Reynolds, the cavalier leader of an odd collective of (and how to write this without making the show sound insane, but also convey the story...) cowboys in space, a spiritual leader, a concubine, and the two outlaws they're harboring; is the sort of character I want to hang out with. Interestingly, this show was the first Joss Whedon show I ever watched, and at the time I had no idea who Joss Whedon really was in the grand, significant TV-changing landscape, academic sense of things. I hadn't watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer (don't worry, I have since then), so Firefly was my intro to the Whedonverse. This is another show that's so much more than it seems - more than science-fiction certainly (and it even features a pre-High School Musical Zac Efron as a young Simon Tam). In fact, I don't think I can accurately convey why this show belongs on my Top Ten list beyond Nathan Fillion as half the reason (he's really great). It's only one season, sadly, but it's one season of fantastic entertainment.

Friday Night Lights (2006 - present)
If someone were to ask me to name the best show on TV, I'd answer, without thinking, Friday Night Lights. This is not a show about football, or Texas, or race, or families, or relationships - it is a show about all these things, and so much more. FNL is a show about people. This is a show grounded in reality, tackling issues anyone can understand and relate to, issues that many of us often face. The beauty of FNL is that it resonates with everyone. It doesn't matter who you are or where you come from, this show embraces the themes and challenges of our lives, in a seamlessly authentic manner. When I watch FNL I am reminded of my mother, my upbringing, my friends, my family, how lucky I am - how lucky we all are. FNL is humbling in its storytelling and its message, and is a cinematic masterpiece that invades your living room once a week, but stays in your mind for long after.

The Hills (2006-present)
I have tagged 34 entries (not including this one) of my blog with "The Hills." I have written about my deep love/hate relationship with this show over lengthy diatribes, or two sentence rants. I have obsessed over The Hills and my own fascination with it so much that I've given myself headaches. I can credit my various commentaries on The Hills as the reason I now blog for the Huffington Post (seriously - it was a Hills post that got me noticed over there). To be honest, I no longer watch the show, or at least I haven't consistently since somewhere during the middle of the third season, and I certainly wouldn't put this in the same realm as Friday Night Lights (how ironic that in this list, it directly follows FNL), but the reason The Hills is one of the Top Ten Best TV Shows of the Decade is that it's a total game changer. I suppose I ought to credit Laguna Beach as the ultimate game-changer in this area, however, it wasn't until The Hills came along that scripted-reality really flourished. The Hills is brilliant in that it infiltrated popular culture on such a grand scale - redefining fame and reality television, spawning fashion lines, online games, new forms of social media interaction and TV viewing, and its own spinoff. This show is so often overlooked because in some ways, it's pure crap - but I can't deny its genius, and thus it is well-deserving of a spot on this list.

Lost (2004-present)
If there's any no-brainer item here, it's Lost. In fact, I don't know that I have as much to write about this show, beyond that it's an obvious example of purely great television. It's consistently changed, evolved, and maintained intrigue - embracing a clever storytelling conceit with the flashback, and then the flashforward, in a way that was not at all contrived or unnecessary. Lost has accomplished the difficult, sometimes the near-impossible as it resolves plotlines while creating new stories. I have no doubt that as the show enters its final season in 2010, its mark on the past decade of television will linger on for years to come, but I have a feeling no show will ever hit that mark quite as well.

The Office (2005-present) and 30 Rock (2006-present)
I totally cheated by listing these two shows together, but I often think of them together as two comedies that stand as prime examples of reinventing the wheel. I suppose I should credit the original British version of The Office, however the American version, with its ups and downs, and occasional off-episodes, is at its core, so simple in idea, and so brilliant in execution that it's far outlived it's British derivative. 30 Rock is of the same mindset - a simple plot that finds outlandish humor in what we might often deem to be the mundane or irrelevant. While these two shows take place in two very different worlds, the humor is perfect, and mostly thanks to the hilarious characters (and the actors that play them, and writers that write them). We've each got a bit of Michael Scott or Liz Lemon inside, and thanks to The Office and 30 Rock, it's a little easier to laugh at ourselves.

Pushing Daisies (2007-2009)
To be honest, I am fairly shocked this show hasn't popped up on more critics' lists. Pushing Daisies was a whimsical dream of a show - almost as though Tim Burton, Salvador Dali, and whoever it was that did the movie Amelie sat down in a room together and decided to make a TV show about crime-solving and forbidden love set in an idyllic dreamworld (side note: I'd love to watch Pushing Daisies in 3D). It's a shame this show was canceled when it was, but I am glad that it received honors through the Paley Center and a few Emmy nominations. Pushing Daisies was a show unlike any other, and if this was the decade that TV became art, I don't know that there is any other show more indicative of that.

The West Wing (1999-2006)
When I used to watch The West Wing I remember telling my friends I felt INVOLVED. How ironic - that spending hours upon hours watching a fake president and fake White House staffers embroiled in fake (albeit, real-ish) political issues, I felt as though I was doing something significant along the lines of civic duty. Or something. The thing is, The West Wing made politics approachable in a way that hadn't really been done before. The characters were certainly fascinating, and for a while there I pretended Bartlet was in fact the current U.S. president. The West Wing effectively created a political world I wanted to live in, and beyond Aaron Sorkin's genius dialogue (seriously, how does that man do it?), at its core, this was just a damn good television show.

Honorable Mention goes to Dr Horrible's Sing Along Blog (2008), for revolutionizing digital media and original online content, as well as for completely redefining the musical comedy genre. Hell, this show redefined television entirely.

Well, there you have it. Agree? Disagree? Think I'm insane for not having watched The Wire yet? Pissed that I forgot anything obvious? Feel free to weigh-in with a comment below.

Monday, November 16, 2009

You Had Me at Griffith Observatory, and then I Went Catatonic at J.J. Abrams

So late last week a friend of mine kindly extended an invite to join him at the Griffith Observatory this fine evening for the Star Trek DVD release party. Be still my geeky heart!

Now, when I received the email, you better believe he had me at Griffith Observatory, first and foremost. I’ve been to the Griffith Park area just once, to see Phoenix play at the Greek and when I was leaving the area I saw the Observatory and knew I would have to go one of these days. And what better reason to finally visit than for a party? And not just any party, but a party to celebrate Star Trek, one of my favorite movies of 2009, and pretty much geek heaven (and sure, my interest in the original series and spin-offs was spotty at best, but I do love science fiction and my grandfather was a diehard fan, so I'm even making Grampy proud!)

The invitation was messengered over to me earlier, and I had to take a moment to geek out, because it’s super intense, and I’ll obviously be saving it (after using it for parking, of course). Here's a glimpse at the side sans party details:



I took this with my iPhone, and somehow it came out upside down. But that's the Enterprise. Duh.


I’m really quite excited to see Chris Pine in the flesh (I mean, what girl WOULDN’T?), and maybe Leonard Nimoy (how would he feel about me quoting the bit from the Mugar Omni Theatre to him? I think I'll pass), but maybe I am the most excited just to be in the vicinity of J.J. Abrams, a creative genius I truly admire – and primarily for his work in television. (Hello, Alias, Lost, Fringe anyone?). It's going to take some self-restraint NOT to foolishly beg for Lost or Fringe secrets, but truthfully, in every other situation where I've been around any famous person I look up to, I have a tendency to just be real quiet and smile a lot. Or pretend I don't know them, because that's fun too. Sometimes I wonder what it would take me to actually have a freak out over seeing a celebrity and I am trying to think the closest I came to that... maybe for a writer at Entertainment Weekly once? (That's kind of sad). Oh well I was really psyched to see Paul Pierce in Vegas, definitely couldn't stop staring at him. And I saw Kate Walsh several times during my Grey's obsessed days, and she usually had me pretty star struck. But I don't know who it would be... I mean even when I saw David Duchovny speak at a panel I kept my cool (then again, in a crowd of X-Files fans it's pretty easy to stand at the cool end of the spectrum). In any case, I'm looking forward to mixing with rich, famous, average, Vulcans, and others at this bash.

Bonus point: there’s a meteor shower tonight. I mean, could this be anymore perfect?

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

I disagree with you Entertainment Weekly

And that, in my book, is like disagreeing with God. But in commenting on the news that The Weather Channel will be airing movies soon, EW says "Hail no." I say "HAIL YES!" Not only do I enjoy a good pun, but I enjoy movies about weather. I recall seeing Twister six times. (Yes, that was the number 6). And I loved The Perfect Storm (well, the book moreso than the movie but you know). Anyway, I say, good for you Weather Channel. Maybe no one cares about the weather any more (it's all heatin' up thanks to that global warming crap, anyway, right?) but they still care if George Clooney's gonna make it alive on that fishing boat.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

American Idol Queen

Okay so despite my sincere contempt for American Idol I have actually seen more of the show this season than any other... thanks to my AI-loving roommates. I wouldn't say I am a fan of the show, but I am definitely more tuned-in.

Just the other night I was trying to figure out what was so fantastic about Adam Lambert and decided that he had that Freddie Mercury/Queen quality to him (P.S. I'm not the one who thinks he's so fantastic but the rest of America seems to feel that way). I love Queen. LOVE. I usually put them on my list of top 5 favorite musical acts. Senior year of college there was a period of time where I listened to their greatest hits album in excess.

So you can imagine I was excited (and feeling quite satisfied by my proven smarts/foresight) to see this post on an EW blog today, discussing how Lambert should step in as Queen's new lead singer.

Wait a minute. Since when did Queen replace Freddie Mercury? Maybe I am not such a big fan as I thought because I had NO IDEA the band was still kicking around. Strangely enough, I like this idea... I see potential...

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Just. Stop.

OKAY. I just have to point out that I POSTED ABOUT SQUARE ONE/MATHNET LONG BEFORE ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY DID (today) AND WHILE PERHAPS IT WAS FOR A LESS RELEVANT POST (blah blah, it's Square Root Day, and I was writing about my nostalgia for PBS) I AM TOTALLY ON THE PULSE OF THINGS.

See here for my original post. Dated March 25, 2008. THAT IS A YEAR AGO.

See here for EW's post today.

And all the posts in between where I whine about my sad dream-crushed future.

On a side note, I am thinking I need to get over my "woe is me" moment and do some more of those fun nostalgia posts. Hold please...

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

I love you EW, but...

I often write about my love for Entertainment Weekly (as well as my serious envy for a handful of the staff writers, reporters, and editors) and yes, I often write about Twilight. However, I have to agree with this entertaining TV Addict article that EW needs to cool it on the Twilight covers.

I credit EW for being a major component in my pop culture prowess, as well as the common movitator for me to start watching shows. (Shows I started watching after EW reviews or buzz: Battlestar Galactica, Friday Night Lights, Bones--I've yet to be disappointed). However I will say that I am finding myself less excited about the print magazine these days. I still read it cover to cover whenever it pops up in my mailbox, but considering I obsessively reload EW.com all day long, it's not always the freshest material. Sure, Twilight sells issues, but I want more of the serious behind-the-scenes interviews and introspectives I am used to. Or maybe what they're missing over there is me--yep, again, I feel pretty strongly that I should be on staff there. Just saying.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Goddamn you EW staff writers

I give Entertainment Weekly far too many shout outs...

Anyway, please read this commentary on Celine Dion's concert at MSG last night (that's Madison Square Garden not that weird shit Moms hate in Chinese food) and you will once again be reminded of why she is so AMAZING.

NEW GOAL:
See Celine in concert. So simple. Yet, I have a feeling it might be difficult to accomplish. Why? I have little to no money to spend on such a lavish event. OH but for Celine, I just might forgo a few Lean Cuisines...

Friday, September 12, 2008

Again, and another reason I should be working at Entertainment Weekly

Because people leave messages like this on my Facebook wall:

Annie, I have been sitting at work staring at the computer with a goofy smile on my face as I read your blog! I know I have said it before, but i'll say it again...thank you for making my work day more enjoyable!!!


Look at THAT. Who wouldn't want an employee with such friendly and supportive fans? I sure wouldn't. I would hire me. Shit, I am gonna hire me RIGHT NOW.

SELF: You are HIRED! (To what, not sure... I'll figure out the details later)

P.S. The "new" Facebook BLOWS.
P.P.S. I've never actually applied to or lobbied for a career at Entertainment Weekly. Just in my dreams. And on the blog. So this is a great example of not walking the talk. Or talking too much game. Or being lazy. Or something.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Correction

I was sucked into a black hole today. The black hole of life.

Wow that sounds depressing. Actually it's been a great day at work--just busy (a good thing of course). Now it's that time of the day where all attempts for motivation fail me... time to browse one of the hundreds of blogs I've got bookmarked. Maybe not hundreds. Okay so I'll just refresh Entertainment Weekly a few times...

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

WOW

HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS. Blogger just blew my mind. (In the words of Tobias Funke, I just blue myself.... HAHAHAH ew.) As you can tell, I just now, this moment discovered that I can change up the font AND color of my blog posts.

OH MY GOD. THIS IS LIFE CHANGING.

Not really, but maybe this thing will start looking a little more interesting? My dad likes to send me other blogs so I can see examples of what something more "polished" might be. I prefer that my daydreaming, self depreciation, and nerdy obsessions will just get me a job at Entertainment Weekly... someday.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Again, Why I Should be Working at Entertainment Weekly

Because then I would get to write articles like this. (And have a proofreader and get paid for it. Some day...)

Friday, May 23, 2008

Why Entertainment Weekly Should Hire Me

Please click on this link and begin watching the video.

After you've done so, imagine, me doing just what those two Entertainment Weekly bloggers/reporters/scribes just did. Now think about it... wouldn't you so rather watch me playing Wii Fit? No offense to Michael Slezak and Annie Barrett (whose writing I always enjoy because yes I am an EW stalker and know far too much about their staff) but personally, I think I am a much more attractive candidate for these sorts of EW-only videos. In fact, I think the magazine could really benefit from taking me on. Blogger extraordinaire, happy to mug for the camera, willing and ready to share my opinions on The Hills, Celine Dion and pop culture as a means of curing world suffering... I am primed and ready to bring the bold claims of Jaw Wired Shut to the greater public (not that my daily average of 40 readers or so isn't so bad--but I'm ready for the next step, if I can toot my own horn here... toot toot).

How about this: let's start a campaign to get me hired as a video blogger/staff writer for Entertainment Weekly. It's the missing piece they never knew they needed! Details for the Petition to Hire Annie Stamell are forthcoming... until then... just bombard their website with links to my blog? Maybe that will work...

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Some Things I Like

Mangoes
The Uni-Ball Vision Elite pen, in fine black ink.
Earl Grey Tea
My bed
Aquaphor
Honey sticks
Headbands
Boat shoes
Comic book movies
My middle name
Maine
Mario Kart Double Dash
Debussy
Pizza
Writing
Magazine stands in airports
Free wireless
Sticky notes
Making lists
Tempurpedic pillows
Olives
J. Crew
Yoga
Aquariums
Puppies
Trees
Mixing gold and silver jewelry
Entertainment Weekly
Short fingernails
Astronaut Ice Cream
Hand written notes
Science Museums
Documentaries
Hearing people laugh from another room
Scotch tape
Photographs
Downloading music
The smell of cut grass

Monday, March 03, 2008

Fanaticism at its finest...

Rather than give my own rundown on the Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice concert benefit I went to on Friday (where the casts of both shows performed a musical review to benefit crew members affected by the strike), I am going to direct you to a full, dead-on synopsis courtesy of Entertainment Weekly. (I'm lazy).

Instead, my recap of the night is going to fully exploit my dear friend and roommate... That's right, Roomie #1. (Apologies in advance).

I've mentioned #1's love for Grey's before, and this evening with the case certainly displayed the extent of her fanaticism. We went with two of our other friends, and found out that contrary to what we'd previously assumed, the seating was not general admission. Well that didn't matter for #1 because she was sitting in the front row. She was so close to that stage that after the show she was able to disclose who had good skin (most everyone) and who didn't (Ellen Pompeo, apparently). It would appear that #1 was the very first person to purchase a ticket for the event because she literally was in the first seat. Or, as it eventually became, she was seated in the Grey's Anatomy Outreach for Mentally Challenged people seat(s). The other three of us, ignored our given seat assignments and found a chunk of seats just far enough behind #1 that we could keep our distance in preparation for the inevitable freak out.

And that freak-out came. During intermission, Roomie #1 walks over to us and I swear to God, the girl had lost her shit. Was completely bonkers and happy and blabbering away like a fool, telling everyone how thrilled she was, mentioned sweating at one point, and the fact that she just couldn't stop talking (at a mile a minute, too). The best part was that we were several seats into the row and she was screaming over a small gaggle of folks to share this information, including Kristin Dos Santos of E! who was having a conversation with my other friend about the campaign to save Friday Night Lights. At one point #1 started talking about how this was SUCH a natural high and how OH HOW could she feel this way again (I thought about recommending drugs, but decided against it, considering her current state)!!!! I held onto her hand at one point to discover she was in fact shaking. Shaking with excitement and complete fan-happy tears! It was brilliant! The lights blinked and she calmed down enough to deliriously make her way back to her seat for the second act.

When the performance was over and the lights were up, we slowly made our way out of the theater, and Roomie #1 was keeping it cool... or cooler at least, although I could tell she was close to bursting yet again. Sure enough we get into the car and she starts screaming at the top of her lungs. She isn't just screaming your standard squeal of AHH, oh no, it was much, much better.

I SHIT MYSELF! I SHIT MYSELF!

Of course, she didn't actually shit herself, but apparently this was the only expression of words to truly convey her feelings.

In all, the show was great and I definitely enjoyed getting to do something like that, it really was a one-time thing. The best part of the evening was watching my roommate freak out however. I probably would have paid some good money just to see her do that for 2 hours.

As an addendum, today the company that sold the tickets for the event sent out a survey asking how we would rate the performance. In my opinion, it should have read as follows:

Did you enjoy Good Medicine? Please rate your experience on a scale of one to five:

(1) I shit myself
(2) I pissed myself
(3) I blacked out
(4) I think I've been drugged
(5) I was distracted by Katherine Heigl's teeth

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

milkshake website + Milkshake movie + actual milkshake - nausea = love

Yesterday I read this article in Entertainment Weekly and am newly obsessed with this website. I commonly refer to There Will Be Blood as Milkshake. (Well actually, just with Roommate #1, but I think that qualifies as "commonly" considering she is one of maybe three friends I have in LA. Well, I have more than three. Four.) Anyways, I am really having a milkshake moment because I just had some of a delish Oreo milkshake from the horrendous Hamburger Hamlet across the street. (Some of you may recall that episode of Entourage where the Hamlet was mentioned as that restaurant in LA no agent would be caught dead in. My boss orders from there an average of 3 times a week. Truth.) Anyways, that milkshake reminded me of Milkshake starring Daniel Day Lewis (go see it now and you will think of milkshakes in a new way entirely). I am now going through the nausea part of the milkshake, but fortunately I have a silly website about drinking milkshakes to distract me.

Wow, how many times can I write milkshake in one post? (9) I do love a good milkshake. (10) This brings me to a frustrating question: what is the difference between a milkshake and a frappe? Someone, please explain!

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Self Googling

I seem to have run out of things to do at work to pass the time. So just a second ago I Googled my full name and in quotes, to make sure that I would get ONLY me. The following embarrassing four search results came up. Feel free to read them and then mock me, much like I mock myself. My categorizing as DWEEB is quite evident.


Mail/Pop Culture News/News & Notes/Entertainment Weekly

I've officially shared one of the most nerdy/embarrassing things I've ever done with the world

Search: JRR Tolkein/EW.com
Should I be embarrassed or excited that my name is now forever linked to all who search for JRR Tolkein on Entertainment Weekly's website? Probably embarrassed.

Thanksgiving Day 4-miler
My time? Also embarrassing

Cool Running: Portland Thanksgiving Day Race Results

And again.

Interestingly enough, if I Google my name and use my real name Ann, instead of Annie (again with my last name and in quotes), I get some very different results, but also quite entertaining.

Highbeam Encyclopedia - Search Results for "portland connecticut"
I don't actually see myself anywhere on this page, but I guess it has something to do with going to Middlebury?

COLLEGE NEWS - Portland Press Herald (Maine) - HighBeam Research
Ah, college announcements. The glory days.

Cool Running

For this race you'll note my cousin came in 13th while I placed a stellar 108th

Friday, February 01, 2008

A Short Novel on Last Night

Okay, to follow up on my high-on-life Pollyanna post from last night (regarding that--what is the deal with the blogger site clocking posts in on Central Time?) I want to write a few words about a television program that everyone should be watching. Don't worry, the topics are related.




Friday Night Lights
was a movie that came out in 2004, and was then adapted into a one hour drama television series for NBC in 2006. It's in the midst of it's second season right now, and although there isn't a huge fan base, it is one of the most critically acclaimed series on the air these days (another one you should be watching is Battlestar Galactica, but that would require a lot of convincing for those who merely reject a show that airs on the SciFi Network, so we'll save that argument for another day).

Anyway, thanks to my boss, who, as a member of the Academy of Movies and TV and this and that, received an invite to an event I was able to attend on his behalf. Last night, I went to "An Evening with Friday Night Lights" presented by the Television Academy. The event included a screening of a new episode followed by a Q&A with the cast and creators and then a reception afterwards. I have to say, that as a pure fan of the show, I was thrilled to be going. When we got there, my excitement was momentarily squandered by the bitchy woman working the list who forced my colleague and I to wait for our boss to arrive as he only had one plus-one (this was a lie, the boss never planned on coming in the first place, and it is fairly routine that agents and managers will send their assistants in their place, so why the giant chip on this lady's shoulder? Methinks she may have been an abused assistant in the not-so-recent past. Or she just hates life because she is very unattractive). Ultimately, she pitied our sad assistant faces and ushered us in just before the show started.

The episode that played was fantastic, as always, and even better, it's the one set to air tonight, so I felt all cool and stuff getting a little sneak peak. After the episode, the moderator came on stage. Now here is where I will further enlighten you to the full extent of my dorkiness. I knew the moderator. Not because he was an actor, or a politician, or a well-known public figure or anything like that. Nope, he was just a senior writer for Entertainment Weekly, my favorite magazine since I was 12 years old. He gave a little introduction and then called the actors and creators on stage. This was great.

Anyone who watches the show knows that Tim Riggins is the heart and soul of FNL and Taylor Kitsch, the actor who plays Riggs (#33! Wow--I'm clearly a high schooler at heart! I also love shopping at the mall and prank calling boys!) embodies a lot of his character's qualities in the flesh. And he is so incredibly attractive. And I'm in love.

The panel lasted around an hour and it was really fun to watch this very talented cast interact and discuss their work ethic, the storylines, the on-set environment, and their overall experience. Highlights were discovering Connie Britton's fantastic sense of humor, that Aimee Teagarden really acts like an over-excited teenager, and Taylor Kitsch is even better looking and more entertaining in real life (like I said, IN LOVE.)

When the panel wrapped up, and after we lingered around near the actors for a bit while waiting for some other friends (and I attempted to keep my cool around the hottest human being alive who I am IN LOVE with) we made our way to the reception area. On our way we passed this ferocious woman. I call her ferocious because of her sparkly eye shadow, heavily hair-sprayed 'do, and white knee-high boots. And because she was maybe five feet tall (with boots) and was just standing around with pursed lips and an odd posture that seemed as though she was trying to suggest to people, "talk to me, I could be famous." She was not famous. She was weird.

I was standing around talking to my friends when I saw someone I recognized. Turns out it was a guy I had graduated from Middlebury with, who I never actually knew while at Middlebury, but just happened to recognize. He was with another Midd alum, and the three of us a chatted for a bit, exchanged info, and marveled that even in a huge city like LA, you can still have a special small-world experience. It was precious. If only I could have told Taylor Kitsch I went to college with him and maybe did he want my cell phone number or just wanted to go get a marriage license at City Hall or the Vegas chapel of his choice. Again, IN LOVE.

On the way out the door I briefly introduced myself to Entertainment Weekly writer (apparently I am comfortable talking to writers but not to the hottest human being alive? Actually this is probably a very normal thing), and then my friend and I walked back to our cars laughing about the evening, stopping to gawk in fear/interest at a freakish Christmas store with life-size Santa models and huge ornaments and everything.

Driving home, I was reflecting on the day, and thinking about the whole experience of moving out to LA--or at least the experience I've had so far. It was then I had the strange out-of-body/I'm so happy moment I posted around midnight, and I just couldn't wipe the grin of my face.

About ten minutes later I remembered I had missed the season premiere of Lost and shook my fist at the gods for depriving me of the time to fit in all my favorite activities in one day. But then I thanked the gods for DVR.