aisha tyler

i absolutely love aisha tyler…she is the perfect mix of brains and humor. i’ve been fortunate enough to catch her stand-up live, twice. aside from being one of the most gorgeous smart girls ever…and being sooo d@mn funny, i simply love her…love her…in a fan/admirer to writer/actress/comedian/gamer/intellectual sorta way. whether or not she’s blogging about playing fallout 3 on her ps3 or talking about catching up on lost…she’s just uber fascinating and a total sweetheart.

she’s up for being the ‘america’s sexiest comedienne’

here’s why:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDo8mzvCPnU&feature=related

you are sooo staring at my boobs

so far my days consist of swimming, swimming class, nba finals (go cavs!), talking on the phone to you (LOL), twittering and writing reviews.

i learned to swim when i was younger but it took wave jumping in the atlantic for me to realize i must have forgotten how to swim and that i should take lessons.

so, my class is almost over (for which i will be sad) but i’ve taken to a regular conversation before lessons with a young kid who is actually pretty cool. usually we have a brief chat while slowly getting into the pool and trying to adjust to the cold water before spending the next hour or so trying out strokes, techniques, etc. per our instructors.

one day we were discussing cape cod and this little kid would not stop staring at my boobies. he sooo couldn’t stop. i can’t say that i minded it at all…but was fascinated by the idea that he couldn’t help himself. and not to be too informative, i’m quite unremarkable. i’m no pam anderson or dolly parton…and i have no problem with that.

dude was fixated and i find it…interesting. i mean, i know men…but was wondering the last time i was THAT transfixed with anything.

reality / shmeee-ality

who gives a flippin’ eff if american idol or any reality tv show these days is fair…odds are they aren’t. how weird was it that lil kim, who was the best dancer on dancing with the stars, got booted way early and an inferior dancer won the whole competition. so, i don’t wanna hear about ‘american idol’ anymore.

i am discovering that i have such a massive distrust for ‘voting’ on reality shows…actually i’m discovering i have such a disdain for reality shows in general. better yet, i have a huge teething hatred for tv, more so. i know, i could get out more, read a book, roll around in the pool more…BUT when i need escape, when i need a little bit of love from what i’m paying more for and for making the hdtv feel powered and appreciated…can you give me a little more of something mildly engaging?

i beg you tv execs…whatever is going on…in tv land…please develop less reality tv shows and more sitcoms, family dramas, investigative shows…less csi’s, law and order’s, more comedies, more dramas…more shows that aren’t cookie cutter and that actually have some substance. i’m soooo tired of seeing the same people that look the same, saying the same things. i’m soooo tired of reality shows where almost like scary movies, black people ‘die’ early, almost during the credits. i’m tired of people fitting into these boxes of personality…like tried and true formulas of vapid shallowness.

i dont’ know what happens in hollywood and often have daydreamed about working in the industry…but i wonder if original thought is celebrated or just left to premium cable channels and indie films that hardly have enough money to get made.

anyway…shows i still support for originality: weeds (on showtime), lie to me (on fox…ew, fox!!) and 30 rock (on nbc). oh and hgtv’s house hunters.

she’s an enabler

how horrible is it to be around someone who makes you do that which you do not want…even though you did but now you don’t.

unfortunately some people are enablers and make you buy a bottle of your most favorite greek wine after dinner at the greek restaurant where you’ve just eaten a jumbo gyro and had a glass already, when you shouldn’t. it’s fiscally irresponsible. but, chilling like a villain in my refrigerator, thanks to her…is my most favorite wine. and how cruel is it that wanting dessert not inside the restaurant where you’ve just had dinner they make you go next door to the mexican store to eat cookies in the parking lot?

beware of your enablers. keep your enemies close and your enablers closer.

love radiohead…watched a bit of their doc today on ifc.

technology is crazy/amazing

craziest thing…my best friend at 7 years old just contacted me via the internet. how cool and crazy is that? never in my wildest dreams would i have thought i would hear from her or that she’d be thinking of me.

crazy.

what’s so amazing about really deep thoughts?

i know what i know.

but most of everything…i don’t.

i know that my cultural perspective, my self-realist centered spontaneity, my own glorified romanticized telescopic awakening, my overtly passionate wistful gaze of me, my ideas, my heart, my mind, the shape of my cerebral home is not where i am. the ideas i represent, the self-evidence i hold true are in direct opposite with the identities of the city in which i live. the soul of my happiness, the rise of my glee cannot flourish where i am. this fascinates me but infuriates me and keeps me awake at night…sometimes.

i know that i say these things and have never felt so stuck. in the gloom, it gives me a voice i would not have. in the gloom, it gives me desire…waiting for the tick to clock my bearings has somehow given me a voice i would not have.

i know that i believe in God and i have friends who do not. and i hope that i have never been a fascist, a pig, a zealot, an abuser, an idiot, a cruel rambling fake front of a human they have despised…a preacher at church once said some atheists are atheists because of the behavior of some Christians.

i know that my digital camera is decent and i’m glad that my cell phone also has picture taking ability but nothing is better than a manual camera. nothing ever will be.

i know that as true as we want love to be like the short span of celluloid time where brad pitt and cate blanchett swim parallel as lovers around the same age in ‘the curious case of benjamin button’ that the most real part of their moment is the undoing.

it would seem hard-pressed to believe that there is no God because we are ordered and not naturally chaotic. something keeps me from going unbearably insane and it has nothing to do with me.

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i’m reading :sex, drugs and cocoa puffs: by chuck klosterman.

timing is perfect when not planned.

his short essay on the reality program :the real world: is right.

producers of the ‘real world’ show cast in a one-dimensional format that can be assessed in eighteen minutes. every character has to fit into a ‘jock’ and just be a jock. an alcoholic, a religious nut, a geek, a womanizer, a racist, a hothead, a slob…this appeal gives the show a commonality with the idea that we all know someone like that character on ‘the real world.’

it’s this whole singular persona that propels the show. sad but true…and easy when addressing the complexity of…us.

klosterman’s quote:
“when i had first arrived at college in 1990, one of the things i loved was the discovery of people who seemed impossible to categorize; i’d meet a guy watching a vikings-packers game in the tv room, only to later discover that he was obsessed with fugazi, only to eventually learn that he was a gay born again christian”

my true educational experiences during my collegiate years…the appreciation of the variety of the human spirit.

(if anything among most things, i’d say the saddest is that reality tv…the scope of tv is growing more and more rigid…less culturally rich. there has to be a correlation, an education that has some influence on us and this is scary)

klosterman has a savvy eye to all things pop-culture, whether he’s talking about the computer game, the sims or cover bands.