CHA, CHA, CHA...

I know you're busy, but take a moment out to enjoy this blast from the past:

BATHHOUSE GALACTICA

For my baby sister, a little pick-me-up reminder of why we obsessively watched this show...



The human drama, right?

BOOSH!

This post is dedicate to my baby sister - miss you.

GOODNIGHT ME

I'm coming out of the back-end (hee hee) of a gnarly cold, and I just rediscovered Sudafed PE Nighttime Cold formula. These happy little blue tables knock me out! Not all at once, mind you... I nod in and out of lucidity for a little while, and then I pass out... for 10 hours, minimum.

I'm getting better now (about 87% back to my normal, obnoxious self), so I guess its time to go back to tossing and turning. I'm gonna miss the blue pills, though.

IF ONLY...

One of my secret, guilty pleasures is watching infomercials... the cheesier the product, the better. I love those stupid grillers, Aqua Globes and just about anything else presented in long-commercial format.

But recently, I've noticed a new product haunting the late-night infomercial circuit: The Perfect Push-Up. Now, I'm all for watching greased-up beau-hunks writhe around in the name of fitness, but c'mon! Does this product really do anything? Even if I had tons of disposable income, I wouldn't waste it on junk like this.

It's a lot like the pictures on mens' underwear boxes: guys see them an think, "Hey, if I buy this product, then I'll look like that!" I'm guessing the Perfect Push-Up operates on the same principle: nice to look at, but not much bang for your buck.

SPIDER SKANK

I forgot about this show (Mystery Science Theater 3000) until I stumbled upon this clip over on Bonjour Pee Wee (here). Great stuff. They need to bring this show back.

JACK IN MY BOWL

OK, I admit it: I fell for Jack In the Box's latest marketing ploy. I tried Jack's new Breakfast Bowl this weekend. The picture above is what Jack In the Box says the bowls look like, the picture below is what it actually looks like. But even with this deception (and the doubtless overkill of calories, fat and sodium), the Hearty Breakfast bowl was pretty darn good. I can't say that I'll be ordering it again anytime soon, as I'd like to avoid a heart attack, but I can recommend this item as a great meal for the morning after a wild night, or as a meal if you're trying to build muscle mass, and don't really care about definition.
Oh, and my sister (blog here) recommends Jack's new mango smoothie.

GUILTY PLEASURE #557

I have to fess up: although I'm absolutely dismayed at the fact that MTV doesn't actually play music anymore, I've fallen in love with one of its new shows: The Paper.

The show follows the day-to-day antics of a high school newspaper in Florida. I'm not sure how MTV decided to focus on high school drama, or how they chose this particular school, but as far as trashy, frothy reality programming goes, this show is tops. Most of the episodes center around the horrible Editor-In-Chief, Amanda, and the band of misfits she lead (or fights with, as the case may be). As far as central "characters" go, she's a real piece of work: clueless, lacking in all social graces and in charge of an, "award winning" newspaper... over the course of the first few episodes, she's galvanized the rest of the staff, leading to all-out chaos.

The daily requirements of a high school publication aren't that demanding, but based on the number of melt-downs, the amount of hand-wringing and general temper-tantrums, you'd think they were publishing a Pulitzer-winning daily newspaper.

And even though every moment of the show feels staged, and the thought of going to high school with the people on the show gives me the squirts... I can't get enough of The Paper. You can check out the show, watch episodes and see what all the fuss is about here.

GUILTY PLEASURE #346

VH1 doesn't offer many quality programs - witness Flavor of Love, The Fabulous Life Of... or Awesomely Wacky Celebrity Baby Names - and their new show, The Pick-Up Artist is so bad, I'm embarrassed by them, and for them.

I won't go too far out on a limb here, so as to suggest they've started quality programming... but I will admit to watching one of their shows quite regularly. (When the treadmill used to be in front of the TV, I would watch VH1 in the morning - the one time they actually show music videos.)

Yes, I will admit to watching the cheese-tastic Mission: Man Band. And not just the re-runs I happen to run into, but sitting down and purposely watching the new ones (Monday nights at 10:00 pm). Aside from the usual reality post-celebrity train-wreck watchability, the show boasts some decent eye candy. Enter, one Jeff Timmons, formerly of 98 Degrees.

For those of you out of the loop on the 1990s boyband mess, 98 Degrees was the runner-up... consistently. N'Sync had more record sales (they are represented in Mission: Man Band by the questionably talented strange looking Chris Kirkpatrick). And Backstreet Boys had better moves than 98 Degrees. But between Timmons and the brothers Lachey, 98 Degrees had the pecs, delts abs and hair-gel making their saccharine, washed-up, bleached-over tunes half palatable. (But only half, mind you.)

When Nick Lachey struck out on his own, and younger brother Drew headed off for a stint on Dancing With The Stars, that left Timmons (and the fourth, fugly member of 98 Degrees) out in the cold. And thanks to VH1, we now know why. Timmons, while lickable, likable and lovable, isn't much of a performer.

Don't get me wrong, he sings well... and that little body of his has only gotten better with time. He's just a little timid; a little reserved on stage and in the studio. And who would blame him? After a rocky career in a boy band, this Man Band (named Sureshot; check out their MySpace page here), doesn't seem like such a sure shot. But success or not, I'll be tuned in.

GUILTY PLEASURE #345

I caught a little of that "Guiltiest Pleasures" special on the E! Network. Lame! There isn't really much of a justification for that network staying on the air anymore. Well, except Guilty Pleasure #455, "The Simple Life," but that's another post for another time.


Today, I'm singing the praises of MTV's Two-A-Days. Let me clarify a couple of things:

1. I hate (and yes, I mean, "hate") that they don't play music on the Music Television channel anymore.

2. I'm not into twinks, or underage guys, but...

There's something so hot about all these dumb, macho football players running around acting... well, acting really gay. Don't believe me? Check out those pics, or go to the MTV site, and watch a clip.

I have no idea what "Two-A-Day" refers to... maybe one in pinka, two-a-day in the twostinka, dunno... but it's hot.