<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:06:17.606-08:00</updated><category term='sequels'/><category term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Reality'/><category term='jump the shark'/><category term='movies'/><category term='2008'/><title type='text'>Billy's Antics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-3912078809832148351</id><published>2009-09-30T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:24:58.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be a Player God's Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SsOZtlRcHXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hgFLCXeOsh4/s1600-h/Sequence+2low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SsOZtlRcHXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hgFLCXeOsh4/s400/Sequence+2low.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387318587643665778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh)...here we go again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently stumbled upon this video called &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/af2877ed14/how-to-be-a-player-god-s-way"&gt;"HOW TO BE A PLAYER GOD'S WAY"&lt;/a&gt; (it's linked for your viewing pleasure) and I was floored.  Apparently someone found and uploaded this old promotional video for a camp where the concept is for Christian women to go to a retreat to learn how to convert men they date to Christianity.  My jaw hit the floor.  People can't REALLY be that stupid...right?  I did a little more digging and found out that the concept is very, very real.  Apparently it's based on a program called "Date to Save" and thousands of Christian women are employing these techniques to "ensnare" men to Jesus...because clearly, that's how he would want you to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why a lot of people are sour on Christianity and Christians in particular?  Because a lot of them are just ass backwards stupid.  Christianity is about love, acceptance, serving the Lord by being an example.  But you can't convert someone through good deeds!  Oh no!  That's not a good sales pitch!  You have to use fear! "Join my religion or burn in the bottomless pits of hell!"  You have to use manipulation!  "Have problems in your life?  Jesus will solve each and every one of them just by accepting him...you will never have another problem again!"  You have to use...sex!  "Wanna get in these pants?  What faith is your penis?"  Christianity unfortunately has become a product to be sold, and sadly, the whole point of it has become somewhat lost.  A lot of people who claim to be spiritual warriors are the first to discriminate and condemn homosexuals and really anyone who doesn't believe what they do...when I'm pretty sure the man who's teachings we follow LOVES and ACCEPTS EVERYBODY...WE ARE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; GOD'S CHILDREN!  But unfortunately, people like these faith flirter girls just don't get it, and they give all of us who love the Lord a bad name.  And let's just stop and think for a minute.  Ok, let's assume that homosexuality IS a sin...aren't we all sinners?  How is that being a sin any different than me telling a lie or breaking any other commandment?  We're all sinners?  What makes one sin worse than the rest?  They're all sins in God's eyes and that's the whole point of Christianity...that Jesus redeemed us for those sins and we are FORGIVEN.  What would people think if they knew I was a Jesus freak?  Thanks to a lot of idiots, they'd probably already have the wrong idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And along comes this video...it's so ridiculous it's hilarious.  I keep watching it on repeat because it's so mind numbingly shocking that I can't help but laugh.  I wouldn't touch a faith flirter with a ten foot pole.  "Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought how can I use this to serve the Lord?"...wow...have YOU ever looked in the mirror?  I love the attempts at making Christianity a "hip" new venture.  Low carb communion?  Check.  Makeovers?  Check.  Sigh...sex sells.  Who would really buy this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="400" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_af2877ed14"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=af2877ed14" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="400" flashvars="key=af2877ed14" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_af2877ed14" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:480px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/af2877ed14/how-to-be-a-player-god-s-way" title="from fatbottomedgurl"&gt;How to be a Player God's Way&lt;/a&gt; - watch more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/" title="on Funny or Die"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Billy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-3912078809832148351?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/3912078809832148351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-be-player-gods-way.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/3912078809832148351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/3912078809832148351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-be-player-gods-way.html' title='How to be a Player God&apos;s Way'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SsOZtlRcHXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hgFLCXeOsh4/s72-c/Sequence+2low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-4890744027406198646</id><published>2009-09-02T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:18:47.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkwardness</title><content type='html'>I originally sent this as an email to the lovely Ms. Griffo (who I miss considerably), but it's just too weird to not share with the rest of the world.  How do I always end up in these strange situations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in the bathroom shaving (I like to try to be trendy and have a five oclock shadow at all times...it's actually very tough to pull off the "I'm not homeless but I don't care enough to shave" look) and I notice that the sink isn't really draining.  "Damn" I think to myself, "I'm going to have to go get a bottle of Drain-O at the store".  So as I'm heading to the grocery store I say aloud, "You know what, you've been working hard the last couple of days and I know you've been stressed out.  Guess what...I'm making you your favorite dinner" (I am very kind to myself).  So I start shopping and getting all the ingredients for a nice dinner and I go get the bottle of Drain-O and I decide that as long as I'm here, I might as well get some more razor blades since I'll never otherwise remember to get them.  So I go to the express checkout lane (which is a joke, because that's the lane where the old people bring up ONE can of pork and beans and make a huge scene if the store won't accept a 3 cent off coupon which ends up taking an hour to resolve when I could have waited in the regular line and been done by that point) and I start to put my groceries on the little conveyor belt (which I also hate because then everybody is just looking at my life in terms of groceries as I put them on there and are basically judging me right there on the spot) and the checkout lady looks at me like I'm pointing a loaded gun at her.  Her eyes are wide open and i can just see this look of fear, but for the life of me I have no idea why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello sir.  How are you doing today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty innocent question.  I shurg and say "just a little crazy day...glad it's winding down".  She kind of gulps and continues to scan the groceries.  I reached my hand into my pocket to get my club card and realized that I had grabbed my Costco card instead.  So I just mutter under my breath "shit"...it was seriously almost inaudible, just a mumble to myself and she said "What?!  What is it?!  Is something wrong?!  Is there something I can do?!"&lt;br /&gt;At this point I'm wondering what the hell is wrong with this chick.  I calmly say "Oh just one of those days.  I forgot my member card and I don't know what phone number its under...but its alright I don't really care" and without even blinking she says "No no no...I'll give you the member discount.  I believe you.  We really value you here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bizarre.  I can't figure out what's wrong with this chick.  She kinda looks at me and says "Looks like you're about to make a really nice dinner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep...that's the plan".&lt;br /&gt;"Is that all you plan on doing tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking...ok...either she thinks I'm going to rob the store for some reason or she has a very odd way of hitting on guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um...I don't really know.  I usually just take things one step at a time (awkward laugh)...First step is making dinner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She starts to bag my stuff and then literally stops and goes "Oh my gosh I'm sorry...I totally forgot to ask...is plastic ok??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah it doesn't matter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me STRAIGHT in the eyes "It does to some people".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...this is officially the WEIRDEST checkout process I've ever been through.  So I grab my bags and say "thanks" and she says "We hope to see you back really really soon".  I make a stupid joke "well...I go through yoplait yogurts pretty quickly so I'm sure I'll be back sooner rather than later..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really quickly get to my car to avoid any further awkward talk with her and as I put the bags in my car it finally hit me.  Here I am, looking kinda stressed out and tired and I'm putting all these ingredients for what could be an epic dinner...and then a bottle of Drain-O and razor blades.  She probably thought I was on my way home to put on a Nine Inch Nails CD and make myself my "last supper" to which afterward I'll drink the bottle of Drain-O while cutting myself.  Poor gal.  She's probably thinking "There's something more I could have done..."  I'll have to go back tomorrow and just buy a pack of gum so she knows I'm alright.  Then she'll probably take credit for it "He was in here last night...I saved his life with kindness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Billy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-4890744027406198646?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/4890744027406198646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/09/awkwardness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/4890744027406198646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/4890744027406198646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/09/awkwardness.html' title='Awkwardness'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-7674411763777144603</id><published>2009-08-26T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:07:23.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with a Vampire...um...penis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*WARNING* - This is most likely NOT work appropriate.  As always, at your own risk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks to Courtney for bringing this to my attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my post berating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True Blood&lt;/span&gt;, and all things vampire, my eyes have been opened by just how far this thing actually reaches.  Some girls are obsessed with Robert Pattinson...ok...not my choice (obviously), but I get that they would be gaga over the actor who plays a vampire.  Those aren't the ones I'm worried about.  I'm worried about the girls that actually want to have sex with VAMPIRES.  Now, unless I'm wrong, vampires aren't real, right?  So that's why a product like this befuddles me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tantusinc.com/mm5/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Store_Code=TD&amp;amp;Product_Code=VAMP"&gt;THE VAMP (click it and go to the page...I promise it's not that bad/graphic)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right ladies...now you can have your very own VAMPIRE DILDO!  Why fantasize about what it COULD be like when you can know RIGHT NOW?!  This is absurd.  How would anybody know how to accurately recreate a vampire penis?  What if it's totally different?  I surely can't draw you a magical elf vagina simply because it's impossible to know what it would look like...BECAUSE IT'S NOT REAL!  Look at this description "with  a deathly pale flesh tone reminiscent of the new moon's  glow"...you don't need a vampire for that!  Just get a computer nerd!  That's essentialy what you would be buying.  You would be buying a replica of a penis of a guy that hasn't been outside in a year.  And how about that Emmy award winning video for it!  The background music cracks me up.  It sounds like music from the that hit musical "Rape in the Back of an Alley".   But that's not even the worst part..."Toss it in the fridge for that authentic experience".  Since I've already beaten the "how would you know" argument to death, let's just look at logistics.  Why would you want to pleasure yourself with a popsicle?  How could that at all be comfortable?  That's why Mr. Freeze never got any action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, far be it from me to be the one who knocks on hardcore fans.  Anybody who knows me knows that I'm pretty into my Batman and KISS...but I think I'd be crossing a line if I bought a mold of Catwoman's breasts...come to think of it, I wonder if they make those...NO...no...stay on point Billy...damn, I lost my train of thought...well the point was, there is a time and a place for fan obsession, and I really don't want to meet the girl that thinks this is an awesome product.  Well...maybe I'd meet her, but the girl who puts it in the freezer...we'd have to talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Billy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-7674411763777144603?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/7674411763777144603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/08/interview-with-vampireumpenis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/7674411763777144603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/7674411763777144603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/08/interview-with-vampireumpenis.html' title='Interview with a Vampire...um...penis.'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-2368856302584692423</id><published>2009-08-24T00:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:10:06.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I need to set the record straight about</title><content type='html'>Public opinion can make or break you.  There has to be truth to that sentence.  The Black Eyed Peas song "Boom Boom Pow" is in my opinion the worst piece of "music" that has ever been written and/or recorded, however, public opinion has been gracious to it and made it a hit.  More often than not, if a big enough group of people like or dislike something they can influence how other people feel or think.  Everybody has that one friend who can be swayed any way the wind blows.  I won't lie to you friends, I have been a party to this crime many times as well.  Maybe I've said I hated something that deep down I loved but wanted to fit in, or maybe gushed about something that I really thought was overrated.  Well dear readers, I am here to make amends for my ball-less display of following the social trends.  You may applaud me, you may think I'm an idiot or take issue with my stances...but come what may, here are 10 things that everybody loves or hates that I don't agree with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Grand Theft Auto -&lt;/span&gt; Everybody and their mother seems to love GTA, but I'll admit...I don't get it...at all.  I just don't get the point of it.  Most people play video games to escape from reality and become a sports star or an alien gun wielding bad ass...so why on earth would you want to play a game that's pretty much all about life in south central Los Angeles?  I mean, I love beating up hookers as much as the next guy don't get me wrong, but if you're really that deprave, why not just go do it in person?  It's like kids who get really good at guitar hero and can do it with their eyes closed...why not just pick up a real guitar if you're that good?  Why not go steal a real car?  Kids these days...no ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Bob Dylan -&lt;/span&gt; I understand and respect the fact that when it comes to the free wheelin' Bob Dylan he's a legend...but why?!  Sometimes I catch myself mumbling and rambling and I think if I could just put it to music maybe I could be as famous as Bob Dylan.  The thing about his songs are, they don't offer you anything you don't already know, but people claim it's like life changing poetry.  The times they are a changing? Thanks Bob, I was unaware.  Everybody needs to get stoned?  Really?  Alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Entourage -&lt;/span&gt; I've seen about 4 episodes of this show and I absolutely hate it.  Everybody on this show is a jerk.  Apparently if you're a "real guy's guy" you want to be a part of their entourage and hang out with them.  I would stab myself in the face with a fork if I had to spend more than 5 minutes with any of those guys.  And while I do find Jeremy Piven amusing, his newest movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Goods&lt;/span&gt; was one of the most excruciatingly painful things I've ever subjected myself to.  This is coming from the guy who sliced his Achilles tendon in half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Taylor Hicks -&lt;/span&gt; I still remember it like it was yesterday...May of 2006.  Katharine McPhee vs Taylor Hicks for the crown of American Idol.  Sure Katharine McPhee is hot, but she's a dime a dozen singer.  Taylor was something new...something fresh.  Of course he won and has become, along with Ruben, one of the least successful Idols of all time.  I was one of the 5 people that bought his debut album and I have to say, I love it.  I think American Idol was the wrong vehicle from him since it wasn't really his demographic, but exposure is exposure.  I suppose you take what you can get.  I hear he's doing really well on Broadway in Grease.  You go Taylor!  Soul Patrol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Grape Jolly Ranchers -&lt;/span&gt;  For the longest time I was under the impression that everybody loved grape Jolly Ranchers and that they were the hot ticket item.  About 5 months ago I brought up this fact and was told that it was in fact the opposite: most people hate grape flavored JRs.  So while I was at the mall food court (where any great scientific research is conducted) I did a little survey and asked people their least favorite flavor of JR.  Of the 20 some odd people that I asked, it was unanimously grape.  Not one single person offered up any other flavor.  I don't get the hate.  I was under the impression that everyone was in agreement that Yellow was hands down the gnarliest flavor offender of the bunch.  Granted, Jolly Ranchers aren't my candy of choice by any stretch of the imagination, but I surely wouldn't refuse a grape one.   Oh well...more for me I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Matrix Reloaded and Revolutions - &lt;/span&gt;Almost everybody has the same thing to say where it concerns the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matrix&lt;/span&gt; trilogy: "The first one was bad ass...the second one was weird, and I hated the third one".  Sigh.  I feel like this is another case of having great expectations that were impossible to live up to instead of letting the story organically unfold.  The mythology behind the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matrix &lt;/span&gt;universe is so rich with philosophy and history that every time I watch them again it's like discovering a whole new movie.  In fact, the first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matrix&lt;/span&gt; movie has become my least favorite of the three simply because it paints a very simplistic, broad image of what the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matrix&lt;/span&gt; actually is.  Tell you what, come over and watch the trilogy with me and I bet you $ that I can change your mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Monster Energy Drinks -&lt;/span&gt;  My friend Erick has about 5 Monster drinks a day.  He has them as breakfast most days.  I always tell him his sperm is going to end up producing some webbed footed children, but alas...he lives off the stuff.  A lot of people do.  I don't get energy drinks.  They taste like unwiped ass and give me a jolt of energy for about 45 minutes before I'm worse off than I was before.  It's really no different than crack.  You're happy as a clam for a bit, but then you need to keep having more and more to get the feeling.  How is this any different?  Either this should be illegal or crack should be legal.  Take your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Wild Wild West -&lt;/span&gt; I know, I know.  Maybe you could have bought everything I said up until this point.  How could I possibly defend Will Smith and Kevin Kline in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild Wild West&lt;/span&gt;.  First of all, let me just state for the record that I'm well aware it's not a great movie.  However, claims that it's one of the worst movies of all time is just absurd.  Are you telling me this is worse than the remake of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rollerball&lt;/span&gt; or worse than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strange Wilderness&lt;/span&gt;?  I didn't think so.  I don't get why it's THAT hated...it has Will Smith (who doesn't love Will Smith) and full backal nudity from Salma Hayek...how could it possibly be that bad?  It's not.  Not by a long shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Bacon -&lt;/span&gt; There are certain things you have to love to be a true man, and bacon is one of them.  I just can't hang with it.  I hate the smell of it, I hate the taste of it...I even hate the sound of it sizzling.  Add to the fact that I couldn't even point out on a graph what part of the anatomy of a pig bacon comes from and it all adds up to me being completely disgusted by just the mere concept.  Hash browns are pretty bomb though.  I think hash browns should eclipse bacon on the breakfast importance hierarchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Twilight/True Blood/Anything Vampire Related -&lt;/span&gt;  When did everybody suddenly get obsessed with Vampires?  It's like the nation turned emo all at once.  Let's start with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; because it's far and away the crappiest of the bunch.  I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; with zero expectations...didn't read the book...hell I didn't even see the trailer.  To this day I am still befuddled over what the big deal is.  Technically speaking it's a horrible film.  It's dark and muddy and the acting/writing is atrocious.  The special effects looked like those old PBS Chronicles of Narnia BBC movies they used to have where half of the Narnia creatures were hand drawn.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True Blood&lt;/span&gt; is the HBO vampire show that I THOUGHT only chicks were into, but apparently it has both genders sucked in (come on...everybody loves puns).  The plot lines are so ridiculous that after a couple of episodes I was tempted to throw in Twilight just to ease my suffering.  And why does Anna Paquin have to get naked in EVERY episode?  I still think of her as the little girl from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fly Away Home&lt;/span&gt;.  I feel like Jeff Daniels should sit her down and have a talk with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree?  Disagree?  I don't care...that's the point.  Like what you like.  Hate what you hate.  Be your own person...look...I just wrote a Bob Dylan song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Billy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-2368856302584692423?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/2368856302584692423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-things-i-need-to-set-record-straight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/2368856302584692423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/2368856302584692423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-things-i-need-to-set-record-straight.html' title='10 things I need to set the record straight about'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-3860135994338143253</id><published>2009-08-12T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:23:02.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitcom Paradoxes (PART THREE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.  Sorry for the wait.  By a "a few days" I ACTUALLY meant a month.  Computer problems and blah blah blah.  You're not here to read my excuses.   You're here because you are driven.  You're here because you want the best.  You're here because of my incessant spamming on Facebook.  Let's get to it shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REMINDER: If under the OFFENDERS line you see that the show is highlighted green and you can click on it, that means that it is linked to a clip or more information about the episode in question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SCENARIO ELEVEN: THE FAKE MARRIAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Offenders: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saved by the Bell &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0776619/"&gt;The Mamas and the Papas&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Matters&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqDPLKOrRaM#t=4m07s"&gt;Urkel and Laura&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Child Left Behind...falling standardized test scores...apparently not a concern for these schools.  No no, it was much more important to teach the kids how to be married.  Except they wouldn't be living together...or having sex together...or even really balancing a checkbook together.  What was the point of this assignment?  How do you pretend to be married in this context?  Maxine gives her "husband" an F because he "cheated on her" by looking at another girl at the mall (which he was, for all intents and purposes, well within his rights to do).  How as a teacher do you subjectively grade a student for being a husband or wife?  I mean the only thing I can think of is domestic violence is an automatic F.  In a bit of irony though, both Zack and Kelly and Laura and Steve did end up getting married in the end.  Coincidence, or was it all thanks to knowing they could make it because of this assignment????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO TWELVE: THE MANY FACES OF JASON MARSDEN&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Offenders: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy Meets World&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOa4eynCFnY"&gt;as Eric's best friend Jason&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step by Step&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jm14eC00Cto#t=0m22s"&gt;as JT's best friend Rich&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dG_9qlPHcPU&amp;amp;feature=related#t=01m10s"&gt;as wealthy socialite Nelson&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lon Cheney was a great actor that was called "The Man of 1000 Faces".  He's got nothin on Jason Marsden.  You always knew that you knew that guy, but you could never put your finger on it.  He fit into his new roles like a comfortable pair of slippers.  He was always around, but never the center of attention.  It's kind of strange that they couldn't find any other actors to be on these shows.  It's not like it takes a plethora of talent to be on them.  And yet, out of everyone on all of these shows, he's probably doing the best with a HUGE career in voice over work.  Jason Marsden...jack of all trades, renaissance man...we salute you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO THIRTEEN: THE WEIRD VISITING FAMILY MEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Offenders: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Matters&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAH2d-KVdR4#t=7m39s"&gt;Myrtle Urkel&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N17DfXExTxE#t=2m16s"&gt;Stavros&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step by Step&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQUP2PuXVVM"&gt;Cousin Cody&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_eJFqyzB7s#t=5m21s"&gt;Carol's nephew Flash&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have family members that are a little odd...however, we don't bring them around when we're in a ratings slump.  Step by Step was an interesting situation since Sasha Mitchell (Cody) was accused of spousal abuse (which turned out not to be the case) and fell in the public eye (aka the 4 people who still watched Step by Step).  So we were introduced to the character of Flash, a guy who acted like he had just taken 7 doses of speed and talked like a gyrating crack addict.  However, to me this was less annoying and obtrusive as Myrtle and Stavros.  It's one thing to introduce an annoying character, but it's a whole other ballgame when you make a principle cast member pull double duty to play another annoying character.  Urkel hysteria had reached an all time high, so what better way to kill it off faster than add a female Urkel, which actor Jaleel White looked WAY too into playing.  And don't even get me started with John Stamos as the greasy pedophile looking Stavros.  Everybody thinks Eddie Murphy was the first person to lose his mind playing multiple characters in movies.  Once again, we can trace our history all the way back to TGIF shows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO FOURTEEN: THE MAGIC TRICK GONE WRONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Offenders: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home Improvement&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpDmaYiUbb0#t=0m33s"&gt;The Magician Babysitter&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMj0l6gI7TQ#t=5m08s"&gt;DJ and Stephanie handcuffed together&lt;/a&gt;),&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Family Matters &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q66bJYyDLWA#t=4m49s"&gt;Murtaugh and Carl&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, sitcom writers think that inept magicians and magic tricks are hilarious.  People getting handcuffed together is the comedy equivalent of a loud fart in the middle of a silent room.  The real question is, in the case of Home Improvement, why the hell would you hire a 70 year old magician to watch your three young sons?  There's about 5 pedophile/child molestation jokes there but I'll let you use your imagination and come up with your own, kind of like a choose your own adventure book...choose your own pedophile joke...hmmm, I may be on to something...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENARIO FIFTEEN: THE STEVE URKEL WORLD DOMINATION TOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Offenders: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step by Step&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3GNDuXtEO6M#t=0m30s"&gt;Steve is Mark's science buddy&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiljoS4ChOk"&gt;Steve helps Stephanie with her new glasses&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy Meets World&lt;/span&gt; (Steve sends a chain letter to Cory Matthews)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to end on this note because I feel like the 90's sitcom TGIF universe begins and ends with Steve Urkel.  In fact, Steve Urkel himself IS the ultimate sitcom paradox, as his existence unravels the very fabric of the sitcom universe.  Riding the Urkel craze in the early to mid 90's, ABC decided to give him a cameo on both Step by Step and Full House.  While his Full House appearance was less than creative or memorable, his appearance on Step by Step however was very unique in that at the end of an episode of Family Matters he strapped on a rocket pack and flew out of the Winslow house.  Seconds later, when the show was over and the new episode of Step by Step started Urkel crash landed in the Lambert house, thus effectively tying the two together and creating an interest in Step by Step for viewers who wouldn't normally watch.  This was all dandy and acceptable until the Boy Meets World crossover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urkel decided to send a chain letter to his friend, Cory Matthews in Philadelphia.  That's all well and fine except for one thing: Cory knows that Full House is a television show because he has made reference to the Olsen twins.  But if Steve Urkel has appeared on Full House, that means a paradox has been created because he can't exist in both worlds.  The fact that he knows Cory AND Michelle Tanner proves that he is both real and not real.  And thus, the sitcom universe unravels at the hands of Steven Q Urkel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you're watching Nick at Nite or ABC Family and see one of your beloved 90's sitcoms, think about what we've learned here but also think about how much fun it used to be to watch TGIF or Saved by the Bell on Saturday mornings.  They don't make 'em like they used to, but we'll always have our fond memories of "Doing the Urkel", "You got it Dude", and trips to the Max...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Billy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-3860135994338143253?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/3860135994338143253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/08/sitcom-paradoxes-part-three.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/3860135994338143253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/3860135994338143253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/08/sitcom-paradoxes-part-three.html' title='Sitcom Paradoxes (PART THREE)'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-4686885689687376460</id><published>2009-07-15T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:46:59.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitcom Paradoxes (PART TWO)</title><content type='html'>* Special thanks to my sister, Sammy Nat Shin for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brainstorming&lt;/span&gt; sessions for this blog post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that you've had some time to wrap your head around part one, let's dive straight into part two...with more head scratching enigmas, and of course, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;assload&lt;/span&gt; more of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Urkel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REMINDER: If under the OFFENDERS line you see that the show is highlighted green and you can click on it, that means that it is linked to a clip or more information about the episode in question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO SIX: ANGELS AND DEMONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offenders: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTqY_eGdHGI#t=1m22s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt; (Evil &amp;amp; Good Michelle)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWJ0aiw6WVI#t=0m48s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Matters&lt;/span&gt; (Evil &amp;amp; Good Carl Winslow)&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Full House again&lt;/span&gt; (After Jessie finds out he's having twins we get Good &amp;amp; Evil Joey and Danny/Manny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't adjust your TV set...there really is multiple versions of Carl Winslow on your TV.  Somewhere in a room in the late 80's/early 90's, a group of writers decided that whenever a character had a major moral dilemma to think about an angel and a demon should appear on each shoulder to make sure the audience knew that the character in question was struggling with said dilemma.  Now in 2009, writers have finally realized that it was a lame gimmick and it really isn't seen much anymore.  However, it did give birth to the greatest character in Full House history...MANNY TANNER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO SEVEN: THE CAR THROUGH THE HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offenders: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BM3_FvymL1c"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt; (Stephanie drives the car through the kitchen)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPsAwV8iHwI#t=8m54s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Matters&lt;/span&gt; (Eddie drives the car through the living room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's no surprise that these shows were usually shot on a shoe string budget, so the thought of these episodes where a MAJOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SET PIECE&lt;/span&gt; was destroyed is beyond mind blowing to me.  Now Stephanie's scenario is different.  I see her getting into the car and accidentally driving it through much more plausible than Eddie's accident (although, I don't know ANYONE who leaves the keys to their car just sitting in the ignition...so either Joey is more retarded than we thought or this was common practice in the early 90's).  See, while Stephanie has the luxury of being 8 years old and not old enough to even really reach the gas peddle, Eddie has no excuse.  How unbelievably down syndrome do you have to be to ram a car through the front door of your house, which series continuity has shown has a mini flight of stairs in front of it leading from the street!  You can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; drive through that...in fact, it would be tough to even plan that kind of destruction.  And to think...they let Eddie become a cop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO EIGHT: FILM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NOIR&lt;/span&gt; EPISODES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offenders: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J55f8lAtFFY#t=2m01s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Matters&lt;/span&gt; (Steve's short story)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3de09FwiNA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy Meets World&lt;/span&gt; (Eric as a detective in the later seasons)&lt;/a&gt;, I'm pretty sure Step by Step did one too with Cody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tolerate an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;assload&lt;/span&gt; of grievances in my beloved 90's sitcoms...but the episodes I just flat out refuse to watch are the film &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;noir&lt;/span&gt; episodes.  You know, the ones where they're 1930's-1940's crime detectives.  Such a horrible, horrible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gimmick&lt;/span&gt; that always made me want to stab my eyes out.  It was always the same...weird protagonist (Eric, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Urkel&lt;/span&gt;) is the detective solving murder who ends up to be the "hot girl" (and in the case of Family Matters I use that term loosely) who was the surprise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;killer&lt;/span&gt; (Laura, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Topanga&lt;/span&gt;).  Family Matters did an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;assload&lt;/span&gt; of these stupid episodes, one where Steve was a pirate (I just remember you could get 3D glasses at like Pizza Hut or Target or somewhere and then when the episode aired you could watch it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;craptastic&lt;/span&gt; 3D) and also the episode where Steve and Carl were in the old west.  That's how you know your show is going down the toilet, when you have to go back into different time periods to try and inject new life in to your show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO NINE: CHARACTERS ON GAME/TALK SHOWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offenders:&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZtuIOHg7M8"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy Meets World &lt;/span&gt;(Eric on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MTV's&lt;/span&gt; Singled Out)&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j_yL7beFCCg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy Meets World&lt;/span&gt; again (the Quiz Show)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt; (Joey is the host of some love connection game), &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixduTXbqGMo&amp;amp;feature=related#t=9m00s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Matters&lt;/span&gt; (Waldo, Steve, and Eddie on a love connection game called Dudes)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=prg7_igsfUI#t=2m00s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Matters&lt;/span&gt; again (Steve and Carl on American Gladiators)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsIAdhVPgGY#t=8m36s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Matters&lt;/span&gt; yet again (Steve and Carl on Citizen's Court)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MNlG1q3bxco"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fresh Prince of Bel Air&lt;/span&gt; (The Banks family on Oprah)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like the presidential election thing I talked about last time, this seems like it would be another chance for the characters to realize they are themselves TV characters.  That's the danger about putting a TV character on TV (which Boy Meets World later acknowledged when Eric was given a part on a show that strangely mirrored Boy Meets World).  The one thing I've noticed is, if you want to be on TV, get to know the Winslow family.  Not only do they seem to breeze past the screening process, but they end up on just about any show they want.  I didn't even include when Carl was cast in a movie, the family was affiliated with the Buddy Goodrich show, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCpgFAFLi4c#t=6m50s"&gt;or when they made their first prize music video&lt;/a&gt;.  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO TEN: THE EPIC TRIP TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;DISNEYWORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offenders: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXWdUb5QuuU&amp;amp;feature=related#t=2m26s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Matters&lt;/span&gt; (Stefan proposes)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4B2CCWcP2g"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full House &lt;/span&gt;(Princess Michelle)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOUvpAJf77Y"&gt;Step by Step (J.T. Disney/Flash breaks the ride record)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7cs3olaC-k#t=4m36s"&gt;Boy Meets World (Cory sneaks away to join &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Topanga&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Disneyworld&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when Disney bought ABC, all of the families of the TGIF universe strangely decided to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Disneyworld&lt;/span&gt; all at about the same time.  Now that's not the crazy part...the crazy part is that they couldn't just have normal vacations.  They all had to have EPIC Disney experiences.  First of all, I've been an avid Disneyland fan for years, and a secret (well I guess not anymore) ambition of mine has always been to be in the parade...but you have to be someone pretty damn special to even be considered...and yet, the Tanner family?  Come on up!  Winslow clan?  Why the hell not?!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Lamberts&lt;/span&gt;?  Get your ass on up here!  How the hell are they getting in these parades?!  Not only that, Stefan proposes to Laura, and if I'm not mistaken, aren't they about 15 YEARS OLD?!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Stefon's&lt;/span&gt; voice hasn't even fully changed yet!  Is Disney promoting sexual conduct between clearly two minors?!  Speaking of which, Cory and Shawn sleep overnight at Splash Mountain.  Besides the homoerotic undertones, does the staff not check the ride at night?  Is Disney just promoting incompetence?  And Flash trying to break the world record for doing rides at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Disneyworld&lt;/span&gt;, how the hell did management even get wind of that to give Mark a little command center?  And what kind of record are you really breaking if  they're letting you up to the front of the line?  And for the love of God, the Indiana Jones stunt show shtick was ridiculous.  We know...the boulder rolls down, he ducks under it, and stands up at the end unscathed...you don't have to do it for every show...and yes, we know...it's not Steve...so sit down and shut the hell up DJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That does it for Part II.  Be sure to check back in a few days for Part III that includes even more 90's sitcom paradoxes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Billy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-4686885689687376460?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/4686885689687376460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/07/sitcom-paradoxes-part-two.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/4686885689687376460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/4686885689687376460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/07/sitcom-paradoxes-part-two.html' title='Sitcom Paradoxes (PART TWO)'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-2468731750248860188</id><published>2009-07-12T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:47:35.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitcom Paradoxes (PART ONE)</title><content type='html'>* Special thanks to my sister, Sammy Nat Shin for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brainstorming&lt;/span&gt; sessions for this blog post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I didn't worry about growing up, because I had the world all figured out.  It seemed pretty simple to me because I had done the research.  I knew what high school was going to be like thanks to Zack Morris and DJ Tanner.  I knew what the working world would be like from Carl Winslow and Tim "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Toolman&lt;/span&gt; Taylor".  And I figured I'd have the same teacher teach me all throughout my educational career such as Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Feeny&lt;/span&gt; did to the entire Boy Meets World posse.  I learned from their trials and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tribulations&lt;/span&gt;, their loves and their losses, and I felt I was ready for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bitchslaps&lt;/span&gt; you with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure it doesn't take long to realize that Joey, having no relation to the Tanner family at all, is really just a kind of creepy pedophile that freeloads in the Tanner living room (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; is an alcove?!) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;subsequently&lt;/span&gt; the garage.  And with the sheer amount of donuts consumed by Carl Winslow, the mere fact he didn't die of type II diabetes or AT LEAST lose an appendage to the epidemic by the third season is nothing short of miraculous.  These are the truths that we uncover as we compare our life experiences with that of our television sitcom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;counterparts&lt;/span&gt;.  The strange thing is, most of these 90's sitcoms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;recycled&lt;/span&gt; plots from one series to another, however there are some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;story lines&lt;/span&gt; that popped up in many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;incarnations&lt;/span&gt; that have bamboozled me for the last few years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REMINDER: If under the OFFENDERS line you see that the show is highlighted green and you can click on it, that means that it is linked to a clip or more information about the episode in question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO ONE: THE MASS PRODUCTION OF A FOOD ITEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offenders: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCynFtd9oyQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Matters&lt;/span&gt; (Carl's Tarts)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/theclick/?titleId=16252&amp;amp;ctitle=All%20Vomments&amp;amp;owner="&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saved by the Bell&lt;/span&gt; (Screech's Secret Sauce)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a weird little plot that floated around a bit in 90's sitcom lore.  In Family Matters, Carl bakes a tart and the family loves it, but then Aunt Rachel (who just abandoned her son Richie at the Winslow house like halfway through the show by the way) promises a bakery they will make 12,000 tarts over the weekend.  Hilarity ensues.  Similarly, Screech becomes a popular kid at school because of his super delicious secret spaghetti sauce (it really didn't take much back then did it?).  Growing up I never had an experience where my friends and/or family had to pull together to accomplish a feat with baked goods or any sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;culinary&lt;/span&gt; theme.  However there was that one time my mom worked the school carnival and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; baked a huge piece of plastic into the popcorn...that counts right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO TWO: THE TEEN RADIO STATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offenders: &lt;a href="http://boymeetsworld.wikia.com/wiki/On_the_Air"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy Meets World&lt;/span&gt; (Cory and Sean's teen talk show)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saved by the Bell&lt;/span&gt; (Tiger Radio), &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0584135/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt; (Teen Talk/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yakking&lt;/span&gt; with Youth)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Cory and Shawn's lunch time love show and Slater making a powerful Martin Luther King style speech over Tiger Radio airwaves to save the Max, I was totally sold on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;concept&lt;/span&gt; of being a high school radio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;personality&lt;/span&gt;.  Then reality crept in.  I don't know where you grew up, but our high school DID NOT have a radio station.  I guess our budget crisis was more severe than most, but I sincerely grew up thinking someday I'd be the next Casey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Casem&lt;/span&gt; on the Clovis West High School radio station...but alas, it was not to be.  Now I realize that in the case of Full House, the Rush Hour Renegades (one of Jessie and Joey's many attempts to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;brokeback&lt;/span&gt; outside of the Tanner household) was not a high school station, but the episode in question is where DJ, Kimmy, and Steve offer up teen advice on the radio.  Speaking of teen advice, didn't Saved by the Bell do a teen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hotline&lt;/span&gt; twice?  The first time Zack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;purposefully&lt;/span&gt; made people feel bad to get more customers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Belding&lt;/span&gt; shut it down.  Then like two seasons later they had a "brilliant new idea" to start a...gasp...teen line!  Zack broke the rules and started dating the wheelchair girl who's instant disposal in the next episode is another slap in the face to the crippled.  But still...why two teen line episodes?  Was the well really that dry for new stories or was Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Belding&lt;/span&gt; just so inept he couldn't even remember he put the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;kibosh&lt;/span&gt; on it before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO THREE: THE BEACH BOYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offenders: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxL2l-2YHBU&amp;amp;feature=related#t=2m09s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt; (more than one occasion)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5LeSyCIxfk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home Improvement&lt;/span&gt; (The Beach Boys being Wilson's cousin)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seemed to be some odd paradoxical phenomenon that made The Beach Boys a "must have" for 90's sitcoms.  Don't get me wrong, they're a great little staple in pop culture history, but the way they were injected into these shows was just beyond random.  Did they have some sort of agreement with ABC?  I'm not complaining so much as I'm just absolutely perplexed.  Once on Full House would make sense, but again on Home Improvement?  I guess lightning does strike twice...oh speaking of weird celebrity hang ups, does anybody remember there was an unusually large amount of Connie Chung jokes in the first few seasons of Full House?  i could never figure that one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO FOUR: THE CLASS PRESIDENT ELECTION/RESIGNATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offenders: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saved by the Bell&lt;/span&gt; (Jessie vs Zack), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy Meets World&lt;/span&gt; (Cory vs Shawn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In elementary school, running for class officer was no big deal, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt;. high and high school it's the real thing.  However, I'm always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;flabbergasted&lt;/span&gt; when I watch these episodes and hear the ridiculous promises the candidates make.  No homework...3 day school weeks...but that's not the surprising part.  The part that always gets me is that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;administrators&lt;/span&gt; always just stand back and nod their heads as if nothing is going on.  When we went to school, our speeches were censored and regulated.  There's no way the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;administration&lt;/span&gt; would sit back and let these ridiculous claims fly.  Even more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;appalling&lt;/span&gt; is the moral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; to resign at the end of campaign speeches, thus "ironically" getting them the sympathy vote.  This aspect of the story isn't new, actually dating all the way back to Marcia vs Greg in a season one episode of The Brady Bunch.  Since both Zack and Cory both reference The Brady Bunch at some point in their shows, that means that they have most likely seen the Marcia/Greg episode.  Didn't they realize their lives were straight on character archetypes at that point?  Wouldn't that trigger some sort of self realization and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;actualization&lt;/span&gt;?  It actually turns into a really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;philosophical&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; when you think about it that might unravel the very fabric of the space/time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;continuum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCENARIO FIVE: FLYING SMALL COMMERCIAL AIRPLANES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offenders: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjm3FYabhyQ#t=1m20s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt; (Jessie and Becky's Wedding episode where Joey takes Jessie sky diving)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ArRkhjXrLw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Matters&lt;/span&gt; (Carl and Steve in a plane that Carl has to land)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home Improvement&lt;/span&gt; (Mark taking flying lessons from Wilson), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Step by Step &lt;/span&gt;(I can't remember the exact thing, but I remember Frank and Carol being in the plane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT: My Buddy Jeff Moretti sent me the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You are correct in that Frank had to fly a small plane. His flight instructor turns out to be crazy and carol knocks him out. With the help of air traffic control Frank lands the plane. Don't ask me how I remember that, but I do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, flying a small plane is as easy as riding a bike.  Heck, who would have thought that Joey was a completely licensed pilot when he took Jessie up to sky dive...why the hell is he telling jokes for a living?  Pilots make good money!  They always used the same little plane with a fog machine to simulate clouds, and yet the background always remained bright blue...where the hell did the clouds go/come from?  But that's neither here nor there, the fact is, if we are take 90's sitcoms at face value, then that means most people know how to fly a small plane.  I have since come to find that...no...most people do not.  Lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back later in the week for Part II...that's right...there are even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Billy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-2468731750248860188?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/2468731750248860188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/07/sitcom-paradoxes-part-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/2468731750248860188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/2468731750248860188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/07/sitcom-paradoxes-part-one.html' title='Sitcom Paradoxes (PART ONE)'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-5686984772955063208</id><published>2009-07-03T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:58:26.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I call dibs on Kelly Clarkson</title><content type='html'>Find me a male in America who doesn't have a Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; song on their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...it won't happen. Whether or not you will get them to admit it is one thing, but deep down we as a species are genetically wired to like "Walk Away". When Kelly burst out on the scene she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;...now she's bursting out of the seams...of her pants...that was supposed to be a lead in like you'd hear on EXTRA or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tonight...you know, I just read that out loud and it doesn't really work on paper or in person, but the point I'm trying to make is, Kelly is a bit...larger now. In fact, it's become such a problem that when you google image search her name in the search suggestions it auto corrects to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fat". Brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was chubby then skinny then chubby and now she's fat. If the real world was like the Disney movie the Lion King we would call this the Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Circle of Life. For the record, I like slightly chubby Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Why? Because she seems obtainable. I never understood guys who had posters of women in their room of girls that were completely out of their league. Why would you want to wake up and look at a picture of a semi-nude gorgeous woman that even in your wildest dreams you wouldn't have a shot at? No no, I want to keep it simple, and that's why I love Kelly. She's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;, but not so hot that she's a pipe dream. That's why I am about to make a bold statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs to start dating Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now before she gets out of her fat phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking right? Think about it. Right now, even the chub chasers are a little grossed out by her sudden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jabba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hutt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; look-a-like-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but in reality Kelly's weight gain is perfectly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;analogous&lt;/span&gt; to the current economic situation. Kelly's value is way way down, and although it seems that she doesn't care about her appearance, eventually her label and or/her doctors will and force her to lose the weight, going back to skinny gorgeous Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (cue the Elton John Circle of Life song). So if you ever want a shot at Kelly, you have to strike now when she's morbidly obese. We call this a "fixer upper". Make her fall in love with you now while she's still eating a whole family size roll of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pillsbury&lt;/span&gt; cookie dough for breakfast and indulge her fast food cravings. Then when the Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Circle of Life comes back to being a gorgeous pop star, you were the caring, unselfish boyfriend who stuck by her through the hard times. It's a win-win really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to Miss Independent? Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ate her...but you know what...I'd still hit it...because my life would suck without her (I figured I'd try to end it with a bad pun like EXTRA or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tonight...I know, still not funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Billy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-5686984772955063208?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/5686984772955063208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-call-dibs-on-kelly-clarkson.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/5686984772955063208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/5686984772955063208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-call-dibs-on-kelly-clarkson.html' title='I call dibs on Kelly Clarkson'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-1798825641680280297</id><published>2009-05-25T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:48:05.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not allowed to like Star Trek</title><content type='html'>You either know this person, or you are this person.  There are those people that take great pride when they know of a band/movie/TV show before it becomes popular and take great anguish when the rest of the world catches on.  Generally, these people irritate the hell out of me, with the worst of the lot throwing their mantra of "you sold out!" around like it actually means something.  Bands make music so people will hear it and actors make movies and shows so people will watch them...believe it or not, but they don't make it specifically for you and your internet forum friends to have exclusive rights over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT BEING SAID...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek is now cool and it's pissing me off.  How is that any different, you might be asking, than your aforementioned rant?  Well...let's say you fall in love with an unknown band and you take ownership over it, but then they become incredibly famous.   Before they became popular, nobody knew their name and had no idea they even existed.  So when they finally catch fire, no harm no foul.  But Star Trek had MASSIVE hate before it's new incarnation.  I remember I got really into it in Jr. High which is pretty much a suicidal time to have your email address be spock86@startrekmail.com... but none the less, I held my ground.  I would have to hide my Trekkie fandom like Anne Frank in the closet, but there I was reading my fan-fic books about Khan and Kirk tangling up in outter space and rushing home to watch reruns of the Next Generation.  It was sad really...and you better believe I got picked on hardcore.  But now those same assbags that persecuted (I realize that's a pretty dramatic word, but it works in the vein of Bill Shatner) me are now flocking to the theater to see the new Star Trek because JJ made it "cool and fresh" and are walking out of the theater like they discovered this great new franchise.  What about us Trekkie nerds who suffered through the awkward years of our lives supporting this franchise that it might still be around for you to take hold of later?  What about the countless kids who became adults that were the ORIGINAL Trek nerds that got picked on?  I want reparations...for every dollar this film makes I want a penny for the hassle I had to put up with for loving Trek when it wasn't cool.   So to all you kids who are just now getting on the bandwagon...respect us nerds you picked on for paving the way for you to be trendy and like it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you STILL hate Star Trek, Live long and go eff yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-1798825641680280297?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/1798825641680280297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-not-allowed-to-like-star-trek.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/1798825641680280297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/1798825641680280297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-not-allowed-to-like-star-trek.html' title='You&apos;re not allowed to like Star Trek'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-3256299456150115092</id><published>2009-03-24T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:43:36.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Spears isn't crazy...she's a genius</title><content type='html'>Since the dawn of time...man has been trying to get away with saying the F word on radio and television.  It's true...George Carlin made a whole comedy routine about it (7 dirty words).  Many have tried, but few have been able to dupe a majority of the public into accepting the F word over broadcast airwaves.  Then came Britney Spears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the song "If You Seek Amy" on the radio the other day and besides not really being a great song, I was completely confused.   The lyrics didn't make sense to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally this kind of oddity of word choice would invoke investigation into the meaning of the lyrics...but it's Britney Spears.  We've seen her crazy antics over the last couple of years.  So of course, I chalked it up to "Britney just being Britney".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, I had a moment of clarity.  I heard it again and was thinking "it's still a stupid title...if you seek Amy...U seek amy...U C K Me...holy crap...BRITNEY IS SPELLING OUT THE F WORD!  SHE'S DONE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Britney has outsmarted the censors and has come closer than anyone ever has to making the F word acceptable on public airwaves.  This is my theory...I don't think Britney ever really went crazy.  I think it was all a ruse.  I think she planned this from the start.  Her goal was to get the F word on the radio.  So...she started doing crazy things and letting the media label her a loose cannon.  That way, when she pulled this diabolical stunt, nobody questions the words not making sense because Britney is just crazy anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe I was just late to the game on this one...but I talked to my friend last night who is a hardcore Britney Spears fan and she was shocked at the revelation too...thinking the words were just Britney being Britney.   I'm willing to bet a MAJORITY of the people that hear this song won't pick it up...which is amazing.  Britney...I take back what I've said in the past.  You are an evil genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-3256299456150115092?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/3256299456150115092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/britney-spears-isnt-crazyshes-genius.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/3256299456150115092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/3256299456150115092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/britney-spears-isnt-crazyshes-genius.html' title='Britney Spears isn&apos;t crazy...she&apos;s a genius'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-5630405377700845772</id><published>2009-03-16T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:44:22.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Religious chain letters are hilarious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, my mom likes to send me these "inspirational stories" that are no more than religious chain letters. I usually see the dreaded 3 letter subject "FWD:" and delete it, but today, I read it...and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;. Allow me to publish it in full for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Brick!!! Read It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this today and don't delete it even if you are too busy!! You'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BRICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jag's&lt;/span&gt; side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, 'What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?' The young boy was apologetic. 'Please, mister....please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do,' He pleaded. 'I threw the brick because no one else would stop....' With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. 'It's my brother, 'he said 'He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, 'Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat... He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay. 'Thank you and may God bless you,' the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: 'Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!' God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sends you flowers every spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sends you a sunrise every morning Face it, friend - He is crazy about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to every 'beautiful person' you wish to bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow,sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this line very slowly and let it sink in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this message to seven people except you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will receive a miracle tomorrow ( just do it)!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First of all...let's not kid ourselves. This never happened. Ever. You know how I know? Because nobody is dumb enough to throw a brick at a moving car. A rock? Maybe. If I had to, I'd throw a rock at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;somebody's&lt;/span&gt; car to get their attention, but a brick? Isn't that a bit excessive? Besides, last time I checked...bricks are kind of heavy. This kid can throw a brick at a moving car but can't pick up his brother? Do you know how hard you'd have to throw a brick at a moving car (doesn't matter how slow it's going) to actually hit it, let alone make a huge dent in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, but let us just overlook the implausibility factor for a moment. Lets take it for face value: an inspirational story...a long winded one at that, but inspirational in an odd sort of way (lets face it, there are a ton of these floating around and this one isn't the best one). It's almost acceptable until the end where you MUST pass it along if you want a miracle. That's right...you guessed it. God has a daily quota of miracles to perform, and your name only gets on the list if you forward this to 7 people (not including you and me). Why pray?! START SPAMMING! That's how you get things done! How is this not a chain letter again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, because this provided the biggest laugh of the day for me. My new favorite catchphrase "If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it". For some reason I just hear Peter Griffin saying that and I start cracking up. I have no problem with religious inspirational stories...I think we need them. For crying out loud, the Bible is full of them...but this is chain mail garbage full of cheesey one liners that some crack pot sat around writing thinking "I'm so effin deep and inspiring". Time to FWD: this to the SPAM folder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-5630405377700845772?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/5630405377700845772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/religious-chain-letters-are-hillarious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/5630405377700845772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/5630405377700845772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/religious-chain-letters-are-hillarious.html' title='Religious chain letters are hilarious...'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-2231439832342293664</id><published>2009-03-10T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:53:07.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does the punishment really fit the crime?</title><content type='html'>Bernie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Madoff&lt;/span&gt;...put a gun to my head and I couldn't explain to you what he did...but whatever it was, he apparently screwed a butt load of people out of a butt load of money. So, if I was Miss Cleo (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt; happened to her by the way?) I would predict prison time would be in his future. So, I see this article on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; (cheap plug, please pay me) that he pleads guilty and could face up to 150 years in jail. I'm sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;there is&lt;/span&gt; a reason why they do this that I'm just too uneducated to realize, but why do they hand out these ridiculously long sentences that obviously nobody could carry out? I mean sure, if this was biblical times and you lived as long as Moses I could see 150 years just being a sizable chunk of your life...but come on...who really lives past 80 anymore? What's the point? Why not just say life sentence...for as long as you're living you are in jail. And what about people who get double life sentences? What does that even mean? If you die and are reincarnated your next life is ALSO sentenced to life in prison? You know who are the people that REALLY stay in jail for a long time? Death row inmates. How many times have you heard "...who has been on Death Row for 20 years..." How hard is it to kill these people? Shouldn't it take like an hour tops? I could probably wipe them all out in a day if I was focused and had nothing to distract me. Why don't they just line everybody up and get a firing squad? How hard would that be? I realize it's kind of Nazi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, but really, it is pretty efficient. Gotta at least give them credit for that. I mean they always talk about over-crowded jails...well that's because you keep these people who are sentenced to die around for so dang long. Stop hoarding death row inmates and start spring cleaning them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me make the laws. Let me be in charge and I'll fix everything. I'll watch the Watchmen. Speaking of which...go watch the Watchmen....the movie...because it's awesome...and it's Watchmen...in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IMAX&lt;/span&gt;...which makes it more awesome. Fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-2231439832342293664?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/2231439832342293664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/does-punishment-really-fit-crime.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/2231439832342293664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/2231439832342293664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/does-punishment-really-fit-crime.html' title='Does the punishment really fit the crime?'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-5540620361121969196</id><published>2009-03-05T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:46:46.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(sigh) Oh Jack...</title><content type='html'>So I'm watching the Real World Brooklyn online (not gonna lie, the tranny had me hooked from day one), and I had to sit through another one of those Jack in the Box commercials.  I really don't get this marketing gimmick.  Why would you potentially kill your spokesperson in a dramatic soap-opera like fashion that spans three commercials (and counting)?  What was the point?  The greedy exec taking over (Phil in the Box...please).  How many small kids are crying because they think Jack is dead?  Speaking of which...how creepy is the Burger King...King.  He creeps me the hell out.  And why are the Trix just for kids?  That's agism.  And what about the Lucky Charms leprechan?  Does he ever get the cereal? Does the cukoo for cocopuffs guy get the cereal?  Why the hell do the mascot characters never get the damn item?  This is gay.  I'm now officially a little ticked off.  And for the love of God, the box is big enough for both Fred AND Barney to have a bowl of fruity pebbles.  We need a change.  We need it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-5540620361121969196?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/5540620361121969196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh-oh-jack.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/5540620361121969196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/5540620361121969196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh-oh-jack.html' title='(sigh) Oh Jack...'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-5240714621665909826</id><published>2009-03-03T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:59:22.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timing is everything</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of everybody up in my business.  No...I'm not talking about people getting involved in my personal life (which by the way, my personal drama consists of whether or not I should watch The Office live and then DVR Grey's Anatomy or other way around).  I'm talking about employees at restaurants and other establishments that just seem to have no sense of personal space or timing.  Example...last night at the gym one of the workers was wiping down the machines as per his duties.  However, he proceeded to wipe down the bike that I was on while I was on it.  Not only does that defeat the purpose since I'm obviously still sweating over it long after he leaves, but he was basically date raping me...giving me that "hey, it's my job...what can I do?" look while I just had to sit there and act like it wasn't incredibly awkward.  Then today at Subway it was pretty much the same thing.  I'm sitting there eating my 5, 5 dollar, 5 dollar foot long sub and homey starts wiping my table RIGHT THEN.  No pressure there to not spill the pounds of lettuce they put in those subs over his freshly washed table.  He couldn't wait till I had gone?  I mean, I realize when business is slow you have to do other things to keep busy, but not at the expense of the customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson to be learned: timing is key.  Don't wipe my table while I'm eating.  Don't wipe down my machine while I'm still working out.  And don't vaccuum my living room right in the middle of Saved by the Bell.  I don't care if I've seen them all...that won't fly in my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-5240714621665909826?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/5240714621665909826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/timing-is-everything.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/5240714621665909826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/5240714621665909826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/timing-is-everything.html' title='Timing is everything'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-4971973784229572523</id><published>2009-03-02T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:38:30.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back!!</title><content type='html'>So, I finally moved and apparently according to a text I got from my friend, my apartment complex just had a fire the weekend I left.  I leave and the whole place falls to pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have no uniform theme or anything to say, just a lot of musings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heard of the UK singer Lily Allen, but I had never heard any of her songs and couldn't put a face to the name.  Then on the radio I heard her new single "The Fear" and fell in love with it.  So I went on youtube to listen to it when I got home (I youtube songs when I can't afford to download them from iTunes...ghetto?  Maybe.  It's the coinstar method of online music) and I &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sspkg3vzclA"&gt;found a video of her performing it live on Jay Leno (Yes, I linked it for you)&lt;/a&gt;...and wow.  I fell in love.  If I were a polygmast, she'd be one of my wives.  As soon as I said that, I started to watch the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles&lt;/span&gt; episode (the best show you're not watching), and of course my real wife, Summer Glau, starts the show off in her bra and panties.  Apparently my wives are fiercely competing for my affection..and it's heating up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I went to the gym today for the first time since...probably the Reagan administration, and I saw an old Asian man talking on a cellphone...but not just any cellphone...that's right...a ZACK MORRIS BRICK PHONE!  It made my day.  That's right...EVERYTHING comes back to SBTB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810025211/trailer"&gt;New Terminator: Salvation trailer came out today.&lt;/a&gt;  Look at how generous I am...linking you to all these things.  Of course, the 2 people that read my blog don't care about it and won't watch it.  But you know what, I wouldn't be me if I didn't gush about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCHMEN FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for sorbet and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Billy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I now only watch shows on DVR-Delay.  Life is too short for commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: Sometimes, rules and silences are meant to be broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-4971973784229572523?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/4971973784229572523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-back.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/4971973784229572523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/4971973784229572523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back!!'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-3551824226904429756</id><published>2009-02-11T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:19:41.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNOW you didn't just say that...</title><content type='html'>Part of my job is transcribing word for word interviews we do.  I won't say who to protect the innocent (namely myself), but yesterday was my tipping point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try, as a personal standard, to write everything EXACTLY as I hear it, even if it's incorrect, which in a lot of cases it is.  However, while logging an interview yesterday, the guy in question used the word "supposebly".  Not familiar with that word?  Good...because it's not a word.  I have integrity when it comes to accurately writing what they say, but I also have standards.  I could not bring myself to type "supposebly".  That's my line.  I tried...I really did.  I started to type it, but then I thought "No.  This is not right.  I can't let this behavior slide"...(besides, what if whoever read it thought I was the idiot who used the word, not the interviewee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this and you are totally confused...that means you are part of the select few idiots that think supposebly is a word.  If that's the case, please proceed to the nearest cliff and jump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-3551824226904429756?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/3551824226904429756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-you-didnt-just-say-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/3551824226904429756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/3551824226904429756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-you-didnt-just-say-that.html' title='I KNOW you didn&apos;t just say that...'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-854704553038992069</id><published>2009-02-06T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:29:06.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's all I wanted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://movies.msn.com/movies/article.aspx?news=351245&amp;amp;GT1=28101"&gt;http://movies.msn.com/movies/article.aspx?news=351245&amp;amp;GT1=28101&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is right with the world again in this Batman freak's book&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-854704553038992069?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/854704553038992069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-all-i-wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/854704553038992069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/854704553038992069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-all-i-wanted.html' title='That&apos;s all I wanted...'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-5275554457471123975</id><published>2009-02-03T21:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:14:01.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Bale</title><content type='html'>Read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aintitcool.com/node/39984"&gt;http://www.aintitcool.com/node/39984&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did talk to a guy too who worked with Shane (the DP) and said Shane is kind of a "kook" (his word, not mine).  Still, I think Christian needs to apologize.  I think a 4 minute tirade is just too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-5275554457471123975?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/5275554457471123975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-on-bale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/5275554457471123975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/5275554457471123975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-on-bale.html' title='Update on Bale'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-2151533042403801582</id><published>2009-02-03T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:20:14.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badman Begins aka Christian Bale's bitch trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=qrvMTv_r8sA"&gt;For those who haven't heard it...here's Christian Bale taking the DP on Terminator Salvation to town for stepping into the shot.&lt;/a&gt;  (NOTE...This is the uncensored version...not work friendly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look, I can understand that the DP should have waited till the scene was over.  I get that he broke the scene and Christian's concentration.  THAT BEING SAID...my word.  What the hell is Christian's problem?  Keep in mind, two days after that was the alleged assault on his mom and sister (this all happened in July).  There are a two things that bother me about this and I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that bothers me are people coming to his defense.  Already people like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whoopi&lt;/span&gt; Goldberg, a co-star from Terminator Salvation, and the producer of said movie have said "look, Christian is a swell guy...he was just having a lousy day".  Fair enough.  We all blow up at times and I can appreciate his wanting to stay in the scene...his dedication to his art.  But this was no slip of the tongue.  This is an almost 4 minute diatribe against a crew member who doesn't even bother to fight back.  What about Alec Baldwin you might asked who went off on his daughter...people forgave him for that, right?  Totally different.  He DID blow up at his daughter in a PRIVATE cell phone message that he deeply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;regretted&lt;/span&gt; and really nothing had happened with him before and nothing happened after.  Christian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PUBLICLY&lt;/span&gt; humiliated this guy and if he had "a bad day", well he must have had one a few days later when he "allegedly" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;assaulted&lt;/span&gt; his mother and sister.  I can see it now...a slow motion video of him screaming at people and throwing fists while "Bad Day" plays over it..."cause you had a bad day..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second, and to me, more important point is...Christian isn't just playing some action guy in a movie.  He's playing John Connor...one of the top 10 greatest movie heroes of all time.  He also plays Batman...in this guy's book, the number 1 greatest hero of all time.  If you are playing these heroic roles where children look up to you, how can you act like that?  Like it or not, by signing for these parts you took on the responsibility that these parts hold for you not only on screen, but in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; life as well.  Say what you want about George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Clooney&lt;/span&gt; being a horrible Batman, but you know what, George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Clooney&lt;/span&gt; has so much character that most people can only dream about having, let alone movie stars.  Imagine if videos came out of Christopher Reeve screaming at the crew while making Superman.  It would completely ruin the image of what Superman is supposed to be.  Even though he's just an actor, he's more than that because by taking the role of Superman he knew he would have to be a role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I can separate an artist from the work they do.  I don't care for Tom Cruise as a guy, but I think Valkyrie is a fantastic movie and I think he's fantastic in it.  But this is different.  I feel like The Dark Knight is tainted now, and unfortunately I feel this stigma will carry into Terminator Salvation.  Christian, you need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;publicly&lt;/span&gt; apologize...AND MEAN IT.  No publicist-created bulls**t.  Apologize, and move forward, and maybe over time you can regain some credibility.  It's a sad day for this Batman fan...while before I believed I really saw Batman come to life, now I know that the apple has fallen very far from the tree, Mr. Wayne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-2151533042403801582?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/2151533042403801582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/badman-begins-aka-christian-bales-bitch.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/2151533042403801582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/2151533042403801582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/badman-begins-aka-christian-bales-bitch.html' title='Badman Begins aka Christian Bale&apos;s bitch trip...'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-3512047004449594699</id><published>2009-01-31T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:51:51.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple things that bother me...</title><content type='html'>When people say "I could care less" instead of "I couldn't care less".  If you say "I could care less" that means that your level of not-caring could in fact be lower, inversely meaning that you do on some level care.  It's so simple yet boggles my mind that people can't take the extra millisecond to add "n't" to the end of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I hate people that ask questions and answer them to make a point.  Let's use Batman as an example...take it away Batman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman:  Did watching the murder of my parents make me a little crazy?  Yes.  Do I dress up as a bat and fight crime?  Yes.  Do I save lives?  I absolutely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask and answer a question for dramatic effect, you're essentially saying to me "my point is so inconsequential and borderline invalid that I need to had drama to my phrasing of it to disguise how truly paper thin it is". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-3512047004449594699?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/3512047004449594699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/01/couple-things-that-bother-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/3512047004449594699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/3512047004449594699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/01/couple-things-that-bother-me.html' title='A couple things that bother me...'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-3320378913853390182</id><published>2009-01-27T22:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:14:48.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing about Titanic...</title><content type='html'>As I hit the "publish post" button yesterday on the Titanic blog I felt like I was missing something.  I had watched the movie earlier in the day on TNT and as I was watching it there were two things that stuck out to me as being bothersome in an otherwise pretty good flick.    When I went to blog about it, I could only remember one and spent a considerable amount of time trying to think of what the other thing was, finally convincing myself that there probably was only one thing and I just thought there were two.   But just right now while I was discussing it with my friend Sarah it hit me like a bolt of lightning...how could I forget?!  Yes, the shooting scene is irritating at best, but there is something even more head scratching that comes later on.  Remember how I said the ending with Old Rose throwing down the diamond doesn't bother me?  Don't worry...it still doesn't...it's what happens next.  There was great debate about whether or not she was actually dead at the end...she is folks.  She's incredibly dead.  She has to be or the whole movie has no emotional impact whatsoever and the meaning of the film is lost.  It's not even really up for debate.  If you were or know someone who was on the "she didn't die" side of the fence...then you need to slap them or yourself and take a basic story structure class.  After Rose dies, she slips into a dream state where we see the Titanic go from sunken ship to heavenly splendor as all of the passengers and crew are there to meet here, as is Jack who has been waiting for her atop the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to die in a horrible tragedy...why would I want to return there in my afterlife?  If that's heaven, then heaven is a sick cruel joke.  That's like if somebody survived the Holocaust and when they died and went to heaven they were greeted by friends and family members at Auschwitz.   Not only is it not an ideal location to spend an ETERNITY with Jack, but what about everybody else?  Don't they have their own version of heaven to get to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX__7O55pWI/AAAAAAAAADo/exEG7oX5lGU/s1600-h/vlcsnap-16761578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX__7O55pWI/AAAAAAAAADo/exEG7oX5lGU/s400/vlcsnap-16761578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296233079889306978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm somebody who died on the Titanic and I think I'm going to Heaven and I end up BACK on the damn boat again to fulfill somebody else's sick fantasy, I'm going to be pretty pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us revise the statement..."Titanic is cool man...except for that lame shooting scene...oh yeah, and that gay ass ending...but other than that...solid as a rock."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-3320378913853390182?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/3320378913853390182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-thing-about-titanic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/3320378913853390182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/3320378913853390182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-thing-about-titanic.html' title='One more thing about Titanic...'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX__7O55pWI/AAAAAAAAADo/exEG7oX5lGU/s72-c/vlcsnap-16761578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-6176715668372274179</id><published>2009-01-25T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:33:23.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's all be honest about Titanic for a second...</title><content type='html'>When Titanic came out in 1997 everybody pooped themselves with delight and saw it multiple times in the theater and loved it.  That's right...people loved this movie.  As cool as it is to bash Titanic these days, chances are you owned the soundtrack with the Celine Dion song that we were all humming for months and organized a slumber party to watch it when it came out on video.  When exactly did it become cool to hate this movie?  Let the record show, I don't hate Titanic.  I actually like Titanic.  I think if you take it for what it is, a tragic love story, then it's a pretty darn good movie.  Now that I've said that...there is one teeny, tiny thing that irks my chain about Titanic that if I could change, I would.  Old Rose dropping the heart of the ocean into the water at the end?  No...I could care less about that.  My friend said that ruined the movie for him...but it comes about 2 hours and 58 minutes into the 3 hour movie...so I'm guessing it was ruined for him long before that.  No no...there is one part that kills me...and it is this part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1XVB8pk6I/AAAAAAAAADA/D4TSJ7SDDgg/s1600-h/vlcsnap-15032911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1XVB8pk6I/AAAAAAAAADA/D4TSJ7SDDgg/s400/vlcsnap-15032911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295484755669259170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1XdYB8iXI/AAAAAAAAADI/buc8DPkBO1U/s1600-h/vlcsnap-15033403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1XdYB8iXI/AAAAAAAAADI/buc8DPkBO1U/s400/vlcsnap-15033403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295484899036006770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...believe it or not, those are not screen shots from Die Hard.  That's right...the evil villain in Titanic (which theoretically speaking, wouldn't that be the ice berg itself?) had to solidify his evilness by shooting a gun at Kate and Leo.  There is just nothing good about this scene.  First of all, if you're going to use a gun, at least be somewhat accurate and not look like a dumbass by tripping on pieces of furniture that you shoot.  Secondly, it's absolutely out of place with the rest of the movie.  Up until then we'd been treated to a love story amidst this epic event, and then all of the sudden it's like the film breaks as Billy Zane glides into slow motion and starts shooting this gun like he's auditioning for The Matrix.  It crosses that border of being melodramatic and enters the dangerous territory of being ridiculous.  Come on...the Titanic is sinking.  Do you really think this is the time for crimes of passion?  Why try to kill them with your gun when all you have to do is wait like 25 minutes and they'll be at the bottom of the ocean?  Think Billy Zane!  You were the Phantom!  You should know better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is Titanic a crappy movie?  Certainly not.  I think it's just cool to say "Titanic sucks" because everybody likes to think that they didn't suckle at it's teet during it's theatrical run.  I'll break from the pack and say that I enjoy this film a great bit...but don't get me wrong...you are more than welcome to say "I liked it, but that shooting scene...totally lame..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-6176715668372274179?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/6176715668372274179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-all-be-honest-about-titanic-for.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/6176715668372274179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/6176715668372274179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-all-be-honest-about-titanic-for.html' title='Let&apos;s all be honest about Titanic for a second...'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1XVB8pk6I/AAAAAAAAADA/D4TSJ7SDDgg/s72-c/vlcsnap-15032911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-2170036116728128806</id><published>2009-01-25T21:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:36:52.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping up 2008...Parts 4 and 5</title><content type='html'>Where have I been you ask?  Well, I'm a pretty busy guy these days.  But alas, I'm a man of my word and I'm here to finish out 2008, so I'm going to combine parts 4 and 5 together so we can get out with the old and in with the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biggest Comeback of 2008 - Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, a year prior she had her vagina hanging out like it was a Christmas decoration...but within a year poor Britney seemed to be pulling herself together.  She got rid of K-Fed (who knows what happened to that guy...I hear they're trying to get him to be on the next season of Dancing With the Stars, which doesn't  sound very fair to me but whatever), and now has a hit album with "Circus".  Who knows, Britney could be the ultimate musical comeback story of all time...pay attention Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biggest WTF moment of 2008 - Ben moves the Island on LOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST is an abusive relationship.  I know I can do better...but I always seem to go back to it because deep down, I really do love it.  After a season that was just as mind numbingly frustrating as the last, the season ended with Ben, the notorious villain of the island, turning a magical wheel to "move" the island and then...*poof*...it was gone.  At the time I was mortified.  It was a turn in the show I was praying they wouldn't take, but they did.  Fortunately, the season 5 premiere has aired and has made sense of this and has somewhat redeemed the season 4 finale, but still...with no context, it's certainly a huge wtf?! moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Movie Everyone Ignored and it Pisses Me Off of 2008 - Speed Racer  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wrote off Speed Racer.  Everybody said "I don't wanna see that movie".  It was one of the biggest flops in Hollywood history losing tens of millions of dollars.  And it was one of the best movies of 2008.  Forget the special effects...they were there, sure, but that's not what I remember most from Speed Racer.  Speed Racer is one of the few "family" movies of late that you can actually take the whole family to.  It's themes of redemption, loyalty, and family togetherness are sorely missing in society today and were all pulled of beautifully ending with a finale that ALMOST made me cry...almost.  Do yourself a favor...quit being a hater and see this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 5 is just one thing...because it deserves its own category...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best thing that encompasses all which was 2008 - The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman Begins is really good.  But The Dark Knight is in a league of it's own.  Never before has a comic book movie transcended it's own roots to become something so much more than what Christopher Nolan did with this film.  While many rant and rave about Heath Ledger's performance as The Joker (which is beyond amazing), I think the film really belongs to Harvey Dent, played by Aaron Eckhardt.  Two Face is a character I never much cared for because I didn't understand his need for this coin...it seemed just a smidgen ridiculous.  But the way the movie portrays him as a guy pushed over the edge really brought a new dimension to the character that I thought really opened him up and made me sympathize.  I don't even have to recommend this to anyone because everybody and their mom saw this...it made almost 1 billion worldwide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 2008...triumphs and tragedies...good times and heart breaks...Izzy talking to a dead Denny...we'll never forget you 2008...except you dead Denny...I try to forget you every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-2170036116728128806?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/2170036116728128806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/01/wrapping-up-2008parts-4-and-5.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/2170036116728128806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/2170036116728128806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/01/wrapping-up-2008parts-4-and-5.html' title='Wrapping up 2008...Parts 4 and 5'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-1922644907510167134</id><published>2009-01-06T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:14:29.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best and Worst of 2008: Part 3</title><content type='html'>I apologize for the wait, but now here is part 3 of the year 2008 in review...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie That SHOULD Have Sucked but Was Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; of 2008 - The Incredible Hulk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SWRbWUYUAzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nPoIHnGQim8/s1600-h/carlhulk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SWRbWUYUAzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nPoIHnGQim8/s200/carlhulk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288452301425738546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[EDITOR'S NOTE: The picture above (compliments of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chelle&lt;/span&gt;) is completely irrelevant to the story.  It just makes me laugh.  I mean it's Carl Winslow on Hulk's body!  Come on!] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003's "The Hulk" is probably one of the most painful movies to sit through that has ever graced the silver screen.  That being said, the character of the Hulk just isn't that interesting to me so I was not looking forward to the sequel/reboot, "The Incredible Hulk".  Lo and behold, with the help of Edward Norton as much more believable Bruce Banner than Eric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bana&lt;/span&gt; (Banner is supposed to be skinny, not an American Gladiator BEFORE he Hulks out) and some kick ass action scenes, this movie was a surprising hit.  Doesn't hurt that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RDJ&lt;/span&gt; showed up as Tony Stark at the end to set up the inevitable Avengers movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie That SHOULD Have Been Good but Suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed of 2008 - Get Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to like this movie, I really did.  It had everything going for it.  Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Carell&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; performer, Anne Hathaway is a babe, and Dwayne "I'd Drop The Rock Moniker if Anybody Knew My Real Name By Itself" Johnson always adds a pinch of charisma to any movie he's in.  But somehow, this movie just missed the mark on every note.  It couldn't decide if it wanted to be an action movie or a comedy, so it tackled both with mediocrity.  It hurts me to say this, but Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Carell&lt;/span&gt; was just painfully unfunny in this movie.  Every joke he made, he explained why it was funny.  As The Joker once said to Harley Quinn "It's not a joke if you have to explain the punchline!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hardest Working Actor of 2008 - Terrance Stamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SWRdXDAi7JI/AAAAAAAAACY/68cr2z1hFb4/s1600-h/stamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SWRdXDAi7JI/AAAAAAAAACY/68cr2z1hFb4/s400/stamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288454512965774482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bad economy must have hit Mr. Stamp hard because he was in EVERYTHING this year.  Providing the voice of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jor&lt;/span&gt;-El on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Smallville&lt;/span&gt; while also making appearances in Get Smart, Wanted, Yes Man, and Valkyrie, it just wasn't a movie without this guy in it.  Still, it's tough to hear his voice as Superman's daddy on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Smallville&lt;/span&gt; when he played Superman's nemesis General &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Zod&lt;/span&gt; in Superman II.  And who could forget his role as Chancellor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Valorum&lt;/span&gt; in Star Wars Episode I...oh yeah...everybody forgot...because that movie sucks.  The only actor who works as hard is Morgan Freeman.  Could you imagine a movie with Terrance Stamp AND Morgan Freeman?!  Excuse me, I need to go make some phone calls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best TV Show of 2008 - Dexter (Season 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SWRe5yYm8FI/AAAAAAAAACg/3LOqZVnNgN8/s1600-h/dexter_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SWRe5yYm8FI/AAAAAAAAACg/3LOqZVnNgN8/s200/dexter_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288456209310347346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a tough choice between this and Friday Night Lights Season 3, but seeing as though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;FNL&lt;/span&gt; hasn't aired yet on NBC (only on Direct TV so far), I decided to give the nod to Dexter.  Season 2 of Dexter was quite possibly the greatest season of television I have ever witnessed, and as such, I was nervous about how Season 3 was going to play out.  How could they possibly top it?  Well they didn't...but they did.  Many times, sequels and continuations of shows try to simply outdo the last one, and they usually fail miserably.  The great thing about Season 3 of Dexter is that it decided to go a new direction and give us something fresh and ultimately extremely memorable.  Adding Jimmy Smitts as District Attorney Miguel Prada was a GENIUS casting move that I didn't fully appreciate until halfway through the season when I realized that this was an amazing new approach to Dexter.  Just like at the end of Season 2, I'm now wondering how they're going to top Season 3 next year.  God Bless Showtime and Long Live Dexter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back in the next couple days for Part 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-1922644907510167134?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/1922644907510167134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-and-worst-of-2008-part-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/1922644907510167134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/1922644907510167134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-and-worst-of-2008-part-3.html' title='The Best and Worst of 2008: Part 3'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SWRbWUYUAzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nPoIHnGQim8/s72-c/carlhulk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-7288594156115360383</id><published>2009-01-03T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:59:38.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The Best and Worst of 2008: Part 2</title><content type='html'>Welcome back to part 2 of the 5 part analysis of the year that was 2008. Today focuses on the greatest and not so greatest reality shows and moments of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Reality Show of 2008 - The Apprentice: Celebrity Edition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287330120574920786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SWBeuy8XaFI/AAAAAAAAABg/0zDi202FaRE/s320/donald-trump-picture-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His business savvy...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unparalleled&lt;/span&gt;. His wealth...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immeasurable&lt;/span&gt;. His hair...svelte. Donald Trump is the true definition of a renaissance man. After a few seasons of The Apprentice, the show started to get stale and the ratings were dropping. So how do you fix that? You bring in a team of C and D list celebrities and a bat s**t crazy Baldwin brother and you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arguably&lt;/span&gt; the greatest reality show of the year, if not all time. The highlight of the show by and far was Stephen Baldwin. His brand of crazy was so outrageous, his religious convictions so uninspired and forced, and his sayings so outlandish ("put a little Stevie B. cherry on it...delicious...") that you couldn't help but think that his drugged our brother Daniel on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VH&lt;/span&gt;1's Celebrity Rehab seemed more fit for society. If anything, this show was a great preview of what to expect when Stephen Baldwin eventually goes to rehab (you KNOW it's going to happen). Dr. Drew must be in heaven...soon he'll be able to boast "Dr. Drew's Celebrity Rehab...4 out 5 Baldwin brothers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Shocking Reality Moment of 2008 - Aubrey and D. Woods Get Kicked Out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Danity&lt;/span&gt; Kane on Making the Band 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287335854206637762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SWBj8iYsVsI/AAAAAAAAABo/R32KIRd4eJ4/s320/danity-kane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Making the Band 4 is one of those shows where I would gladly turn in my man card if I had to do so in order to watch it. I hate hip-hop, but for some reason I'm entranced by this show. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Diddy&lt;/span&gt; or Puffy or P. Duffy whatever the hell he is calling himself these days is an attention whore like none other, but give the devil his due, he knows how to make a reality show. In the season finale (which oddly, the last 2 episodes were the "finale", so for two weeks they said "next week on the season finale", which was either a mistake or a GENIUS plot to keep us watching) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Diddy&lt;/span&gt; announced that Aubrey was a mega-bitch and was being kicked out of Danity Kane, at which time the mostly forgotten Judy Winslow of the group D. Woods decided to search for greener pastures as well. The most shocking of it all was the reunion a week later, where face to face-via-sattelite, Diddy pretty much told Aubrey she was STILL a bitch and STILL kicked out. Come on Diddy! No Bitch-Assness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best New Reality Show on MTV in 2008 - The Paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287341421446876706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SWBpAl-MziI/AAAAAAAAABw/qLQXMVTNS38/s320/080530_f_lorber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am a glutton for High school drama. The Paper is like a half hour version of American Teen. The greatest part of the show...Amanda, the editor. The thing that got me was, she was SO over the top that it surpassed her acting...but really, could anybody be THAT over the top? The mystery kept me coming back, as did the utter disdain the rest of the kids had for her. High School is brutal by nature, but it the jealousy of her former friend who she beat out for editor was Shakespearean. MTV is the pioneer of reality and trash TV, and I'm glad they stick to their guns with these shows that exploit America's youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Confusing Reality Show of 2008 - Real World/Road Rules: The Island&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287341805969849026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SWBpW-bnusI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DlzisKjBFEc/s320/island-challenge-group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about the Real World/Road Rules challenges is that they require absolutely no brain power to process, and in that, they are entertaining. This season was different however, as they were dropped off on an island Survivor style and left to fend for themselves...except they were given food every week. There were no challenges this time...except there were if you got voted in to challenge. It was every man for himself...except for the alliances that formed. The goal was simple, get to the other island to win the money...except for the little part about winning a key to open a chest from the non-challenge challenges. Ok, so at least the games were fun to watch right? Sure...if you could ever figure out how exactly the games were suppsoed to be played. By the end they were so complex that I would just DVR the show and fast forward to see who would win and who got eliminated. Still, if they did an Island 2...I'd be there...because I'm a Viacom whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Reality Mini-Series of 2008 - The Baby Borrowers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287344009268013426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SWBrXOW1qXI/AAAAAAAAACI/dlBlmOk3YmM/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Again, the teen drama...I just can't seem to pry myself away from it. I could really care less about the babies, I was just fascinated by how retarded the couples were. The best fight between the couples? The girl who's boyfriend told her she was overweight and shouldn't put so much syrup on her pancakes. My jaw literally dropped. This is what reality TV was made for! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check back for Part 3 tomorrow...it'll be a doozy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-7288594156115360383?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/7288594156115360383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-and-worst-of-2008-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/7288594156115360383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/7288594156115360383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-and-worst-of-2008-part-2.html' title='The Best and Worst of 2008: Part 2'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SWBeuy8XaFI/AAAAAAAAABg/0zDi202FaRE/s72-c/donald-trump-picture-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-7295030022941984709</id><published>2009-01-01T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:00:37.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best and Worst of 2008: Part 1</title><content type='html'>So...it's 2009 and we can now objectively look back at the year that was 2008. It was the year an where an economy fell, a Dark Knight rose at the box office, and the nation was swept by one of the most historic and epic elections in the history of America. Oh yeah...we can't forget about Brett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt; finding true love (for a few months at least), the Oceanic 6 and Ben moving the island, and of course the epic rise of Hannah Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next 5 days I will bring to you the Best and the Worst of 2008. So without further adieu, here is part 1 of the winners and losers of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hottest Politician of 2008 - Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286603523795702978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SV3J5TAr1MI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gcg5Y4srxgY/s400/sarah_palin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she didn't win the election...but who cares?! Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; is a babe and I know I'm not alone on this one. Sure she's a crazy moose-shooting-Jurassic-Park-is-real lunatic, but again...who cares?! The only thing hotter than Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;...Tina Fey as Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine the possibilities... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PSA&lt;/span&gt; of 2008 - Hilary Duff Bashes Gays...kinda...sorta...ok not really...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary Duff along with a few other celebrities were a part of the "Think Before You Speak" campaign that urged people to stop using the word "gay" in a derogatory manner (if you haven't seen the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PSA&lt;/span&gt; in question, check it out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVicCD8FmMs"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). First of all, I have been substituting the word "gay" for "stupid" since all the way back when Zack Morris was still using his brick cell phone. Everybody knows that if you think somebody is acting like a homosexual you call them "homo" and if you think somebody is acting stupid you call them "gay". Gay and Homo are completely different. Is it P.C.? Absolutely not, and I'm not trying to be overly offensive, I'm just stating what is basically common knowledge. Secondly, if I were to follow Hilary Duff around with a hidden camera for a day I'm sure I'd catch her saying it once or twice. It's just a part of modern American vernacular. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Musical Artist Who Pissed Me Off The Most in 2008 - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286609869189196258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SV3PqpcYqeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/28lWc584M9g/s320/414WIY7Ue2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt; was annoying this year. My sister had told me about her new single "If I Was a Boy" and I thought she was kidding...until I heard it myself. "If I Was a Boy" is not only annoying, but it is factually incorrect. She fails to mention that if she were a boy, she'd need a regular prostate exam after she turned 50. She also neglects that fact that as a boy she would have to register for the draft on her 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. How can you write a song about being a boy and completely miss these important points? As if that wasn't bad enough, she announced that when she is performing, she is REALLY her alter ego Sasha Fierce and when she's just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt; around the house she's regular old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;. Hey Sasha/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;...here's a tip. How many times do you think Batman announced that he was Bruce Wayne? Did Clark Kent take out a full page ad saying "Hey, just FYI I'm Superman"? Point being, if you make up an alter ego that makes you look like more of a whacked out, psychotic, nut job that is fading from the public eye and is holding on for dear life...keep it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Movie of 2008 That Wasn't The Dark Knight - American Teen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286612545213779810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SV3SGaaXT2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/hZRa7qOjq5o/s200/american-teen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I can't really express in words how awesome this movie is. The kid in the middle of the poster with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; on is Jake, and Jake is worth every penny it would cost you to rent or buy this movie. There are two things I thrive on when it comes to comedies and entertainment...I thrive on teen drama and awkward situations. Jake is like a How-To-Guide for both. After being dumped by a girl, he puts his acne-infested face on the table, looks at a grease smudge from his face and tells the girl "Look at all that grease...that's from my face" as she looks into the distance, wondering how much longer she has to suffer through the never ending awkwardness. I'm telling you people, this movie is so awesome that it has to be seen to be believed. Jake for President in 2012!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Movie That Nobody Saw in 2008 - Charlie Bartlett&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286614791341689762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SV3UJJ4_S6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/gaU585Q0KDg/s200/charliebartlett_l200707121625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;the public&lt;/span&gt; eye, Iron Man will be remembered as the film that revived Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Downey&lt;/span&gt; Jr's career, but a few months before Iron Man came (and just as quickly went) a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dramedy&lt;/span&gt; called Charlie Bartlett came around and to me and my friend Brian who went with me to see it signaled the return of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;RDJ&lt;/span&gt;. The only problem was, we were the only two people in the theater, and based upon it's box office performance, that was probably a common sighting. Anton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Yelchin&lt;/span&gt; (Alpha Dog and the upcoming Star Trek movie) plays Charlie Bartlett, a Zack Morris type kid (I know I know, two Saved By the Bell references in one posting...I'm out of control) who acts as a therapist to the kids who pick on him at school. It's a pinch of Napoleon Dynamite, with a handful of Juno, and a sprinkle of Rushmore. I highly suggest you put this on your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;netflix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;, and coupled with American Teen, you'll be in for one of the best Blockbuster Nights in the history of cinema.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow we'll continue with Part 2 of the 5 Part series which focuses on the best and worst reality shows and moments of 2008. So if you're still trying to figure out the rules for the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;RW&lt;/span&gt;/RR Challenge, take a break tomorrow and come back for the next installment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-7295030022941984709?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/7295030022941984709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-and-worst-of-2008-part-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/7295030022941984709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/7295030022941984709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-and-worst-of-2008-part-1.html' title='The Best and Worst of 2008: Part 1'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SV3J5TAr1MI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gcg5Y4srxgY/s72-c/sarah_palin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-7768159854590148999</id><published>2008-12-28T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:17:35.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jump the shark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy Officially Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SVh0Yb1VHdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IF3pFifHnPM/s1600-h/six.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285102125856398802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SVh0Yb1VHdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IF3pFifHnPM/s400/six.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few shows that are classified as "chick" shows that are socially acceptable for men to watch and enjoy...and up until this season, Grey's Anatomy was one of them.  Unless you've been living under a rock, Grey's is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt; in the top of the ratings and along with Desperate Housewives (which sadly doesn't fall into the "okay for guys to watch" category) saved ABC from going under.  However, Grey's is the perfect example of what happens when something so consistently good burns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself am a House guy.  Granted the show is a bit formulaic, but I enjoyed the character so much that the medicine was kind of an added bonus.  My sister and my best friend had been bugging me to start watching Grey's Anatomy, so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hesitantly&lt;/span&gt; put in season 1 and was instantly hooked.  I watched the first 3 seasons in less than a week.  Because of the rapid fire succession of episodes, it was easy to ignore and forgive the flaws and shortcomings of the show as I would stay up well into the night to hear what Meredith was going to whine about next or if Sandra Oh could possibly outdo herself and manage to look even uglier in the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;outing&lt;/span&gt;.  Despite the fact that I hated almost every character save for George and Burke, I was enthralled by the will they/won't they relationship of Derek and Meredith and the bizarre yet plausible medical cases that were brought into the hospital.  I haven't met anybody that watches the show that wasn't blown away (no pun intended...fine, $%*! you it was intended) by the two-parter episode with the bomb.  By the time season 4 rolled around I was now caught up and watching week to week as opposed to doing all nighter butt-numb-athons.  I was initially a little weary of the double switch taking out Burke and bringing in Hahn (who went on to slaughter Sandra Oh in the unofficial "Who can be least sexiest" contest) and the failed George/Izzy relationship was a little jarring, but alas I stayed faithful.  By the time the season ended, I was satisfied and ready for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 5 however, has been a slap in the face.  The list of grievences are beyond atrotcious.  The season is already halfway over and we've already been treated to such golden moments as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A group of interns performing surgeries on themselves for practice and getting hardly a slap on the wrist for it, which should get them discredited and jailed at the least.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A painful lesbian relationship between the two manliest women on the show (Torres and Hahn) and abruptly ended just as it began (how GLAAD ever let that go is beyond me).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meredith, having finally decided to quit being a bitch and be with Derek now has mommy issues again...if it's not Derek, it's Mommy...I want her to get mugged or have a drug addiction or SOMETHING so if we have to hear her whine at LEAST it's about something new.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hard ass Dr. Bailey is now a shell of her former self.  She used to be tough as nails...now she's a wad of cookie dough.  It's a heated contest to see who will cry more this season, Bailey or Meredith.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And while all these offenses can be justified by apologists such as myself, there is one HEINOUS plot that is inexcusable.  The ever irritating Izzy now sees her dead boy toy Denny and is having an affair with his ghost.  Yep, you read that right.  Sound familiar?  Yeah, Bill Cosby in Ghost Dad.  The number 1 scripted drama on ABC is stealing plot lines from early 90's Bill Cosby movies.  Ever wondered what the term "jump the shark" meant?  It means a great show started to suck some royal ass...and this is a prime example.  I'll still watch Grey's...and if you watch it you'll probably still watch it too.  But lets face it, the glory days are over.  Izzy will be gone by the end of the season, T.R. Knight wants out of his contract, and if a major character can be axed before the end of the season, there's only one way to describe it...rats on a sinking ship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-7768159854590148999?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/7768159854590148999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2008/12/greys-anatomy-officially-sucks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/7768159854590148999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/7768159854590148999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2008/12/greys-anatomy-officially-sucks.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy Officially Sucks'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SVh0Yb1VHdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IF3pFifHnPM/s72-c/six.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296285039298404435.post-7062723638045954597</id><published>2008-12-26T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:11:34.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sequels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Totally Useless: 10 Worst Sequels of All Time</title><content type='html'>This week's awesomely useless list celebrates the absolute abortion of cinema that is the horrible sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;Speed 2&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Speed&lt;/em&gt; isn't necessarily the greatest movie of all time, but for what it's worth it isn't that bad. &lt;em&gt;Speed 2&lt;/em&gt; however, is an asbolute turd. Any movie where one of the biggest subplots is rescuing a deaf kid from drowning in less than 3 feet of water is destined to be atrocious. You can't even reccomend it for comical value...it's that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;Son of the Mask&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt; I'm pretty sure the meeting went something like this, "Hey guys, let's take a wildly successful movie, take out every bit that made it successful, add in the D-List PBS quality star that is Jamie Kennedy, and mix the two elements everybody loves, CGI talking babies and slapstick poop humor together and it'll be even BETTER than the original".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;The Nutty Professor 2&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt; Again, like &lt;em&gt;Speed&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Nutty Professor&lt;/em&gt; is far from being a cinematic gem, but for what it was it wasn't HORRIBLE. However, it was the movie where Eddie Murphy decided that he could play every single character...and thus the atrocity of Nutty Professor 2 was born. If you're the type of person who constantly sucks air through their teeth when they have a toothache just to feel the pain and make sure it still hurts, then you'll probably love the sado-masichistic thrill that is watching &lt;em&gt;Nutty Professor 2&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Men in Black II&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt; The first &lt;em&gt;Men in Black&lt;/em&gt; was awesome because it was funny, but kick ass at the same time. Then the sequel came and it felt more like a direct-to-DVD movie. Rosario Dawson somehow managed to make herself look unattractive in this movie and was victim to such horrible dialogue exchanges as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rosario Dawson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot of people are sad when it rains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tommy Lee Jones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It rains because you're sad baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If the Shakespearean quality dialogue wasn't enough, it doesn't end there. This movie suffered from "Premature Trailer-Ejaculation" syndrome. They showed the same jokes over and over and over in the trailer and TV spots that by the time it came in the film I was already tired of it. Yes, I get it. The car driver was originally a black man but kept getting pulled over. It's funny because it's edgy...because black people get pulled over in nice cars....because they're black...and that's why the joke is funny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;2 Fast 2 Furious&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt; When the first movie came out, it was cool and different and you didn't really have to even file it under guilty pleasure because EVERYBODY liked it. Then the sequel came. Somehow, the main cop character who after going under cover lets Vin Diesel go at the end of the first movie avoids prosecution and jail time for aiding a fugitive if he goes undercover again...because CLEARLY he did such a bang up job the first time around. But of course, just to be sure the job is done efficiently, they team him up with his friend that just got out of prison for stealing cars and is on parole. All the bases covered? Nope! You forgot Ludacris, the pimp/illegal stolen parts shop owner who helps bring down the "bad guys". Who needs the armed forces when he have the G-Unit soldiers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Die Hard 2: Die Harder&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt; Let us imagine that the &lt;em&gt;Die Hard&lt;/em&gt; movies are like your family. &lt;em&gt;Die Hard 2&lt;/em&gt; is like your cousin you only see once or twice a year. You are obligated by familial laws to love it. You don't have to like it, and you don't, but if it died in a car accident, you'd be kinda bummed...you know, that kind of love...that obligitory love. That's how I feel about &lt;em&gt;Die Hard 2&lt;/em&gt;, which is showered in horriblly cheesey late 80's/early 90's set pieces and dialogue that makes &lt;em&gt;Men in Black II&lt;/em&gt; look like &lt;em&gt;Citizen Kane&lt;/em&gt;. The other sequels are no bed of roses either, but &lt;em&gt;Die Hard 2&lt;/em&gt; doesn't &lt;em&gt;Die Hard&lt;/em&gt; at all...it just Sucks Hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Blade: Trinity&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Blade &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; Blade II&lt;/em&gt; are two of the most kickass movies of all time. It was almost impossible to screw up...almost. So how did they achieve absolute sucktitude? How about reducing Blade to nothing more than a babysitter for Jessica Biel and Ryan Reynolds as they lollygagged around half-assed as if they were self aware of how much they actually sucked. However, this movie should be watched just to see the most awesomely bad product placement of all time. While fighting deadly vampires, Jessica Biel actually stops and puts on her iPod, because, you know, when you're fighting deadly creatures you should always make sure you can't hear them coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt; The law of diminishing returns finally caught up with the &lt;em&gt;Pirates &lt;/em&gt;franchise by the third one. This movie is like a fart after a hefty meal full of meat and alcohol. It smells so bad, but at the same time, you kinda circle around the fart and try to nab a whiff of it because, well, it's your brand dammit. The highlights of the movie are so few and so far between that by the 45 minute mark of this 3 hour epic crap fest, you don't even care anymore because everybody has backstabbed everybody at least 3 times already. I still have no idea what happened entirely. If I want to be confused watching a movie, I'll pop in the first &lt;em&gt;Mission: Impossible&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Batman and Robin&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt; It pains me to have to put a &lt;em&gt;Batman&lt;/em&gt; movie in the worst list, but it was inevitable. This movie is so bad that George Clooney, the man who plays Batman, admits it is crap. This movie was a double edged sword...it was so bad that it killed the &lt;em&gt;Batman &lt;/em&gt;series of films...on the other hand, it was so bad that it killed the series of films and forced them to start over with &lt;em&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/em&gt; and the even more amazing &lt;em&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/em&gt;. If only all other crappy movies could use their awfulness for good... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt; Jar Jar. 8 year old Anakin "accidently" blowing up the space station. Jar Jar. Confusing as hell politics that absolutely NOBODY cares about. Jar Jar. Darth Maul, the coolest looking villain in the Star Wars universe getting killed like a bitch without saying more than a few words. Did I mention Jar Jar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296285039298404435-7062723638045954597?l=billysantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/feeds/7062723638045954597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2008/12/useless-saturday-10-worst-sequels-of.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/7062723638045954597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296285039298404435/posts/default/7062723638045954597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billysantics.blogspot.com/2008/12/useless-saturday-10-worst-sequels-of.html' title='Totally Useless: 10 Worst Sequels of All Time'/><author><name>Billy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05653509256694638722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6co4yp0U9kM/SX1bU1sj4CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_BncXDh85pM/S220/ble.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
