Not a front for a secret organization.
Written by Rob Schultz (human).
When volunteering in a crowd, it is best to assume that any pointing / choosing / calling upon made in your general direction refers to you specifically. This includes when positioned directly behind and directly ahead of other would-be volunteers, and when the chooser is blindfolded. This simple act of cheating will greatly increase your chances of selection or reception of a desirable situation. This has been another tip for BOLDER living!
It seems to me, I might say, that season 7 is not a good season for a TV show. Maybe it's self-evident - that much time and a show can run out of steam, the original creators got bored and left or were forced out, but if a show even got that far, it must've had something going for it. One might argue, successfully, that season 7 was among the best ever produced on The Simpsons, but most shows, judged exclusively on #7? Not renewed for the coming year. Some shows even improve in quality after getting the miserable seventh out of the way...
The list so far - confirmed as having poor seventh seasons: Homicide: Life on the Street, The X-Files, Mystery Science Theater 3000, CSI, The Sopranos (6 part 2, 7, whathaveyou), Smallville, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Cops, Law and Order: SVU, Saturday Night Live and Friends.
Rumored to have had successful seventh seasons: Stargate: SG-1, South Park, Simpsons, Seinfeld.... we've almost got an S-exception to the rule.
As of yet neither confirmed nor denied (mostly sitcoms or WB fare): M*A*S*H, Cheers, Mad About You, Full House, Charmed, Dr. Who, Gilmore Girls (remember, we're saying relative to each show's other seasons, not against all shows ever), The Cosby Show, Gunsmoke, Home Improvement, Walker (Texas Ranger) or Dr. Quinn (Medicine Woman), ER, 90210, Macgyver, Dallas, LA Law, Bonanza, Knots Landing, Are you afraid of the Dark?, Tales from the Crypt, various Star Trek shows, and probably a bunch of reality shows - Survivor, Real World, Road Rules, American Idol...
Shows on the rain-slick precipice of DOOM: 24, Curb your Enthusiasm, Mythbusters, The Shield, and Ice-T's Rap School.
Anyone got any to add or to confirm or deny?
So I had a dream that tonight's the big night, the official competition that a team I'm on / class group I'm in has been training for weeks to compete in has been practicing for. As far as I can tell, it's been a recurring dream, in which I've actually been progressing in time - it's not the SAME dream each time, but each time it comes around we do practice this event (which is similar to evacuating someone on a stretcher), and other things have been developing as we go...as the 'season' or series progresses. But what if it's not? What if the idea that it's the conclusion to a series of dreams is all a notion from this lone dream? I don't have any particular memory of pondering the other practices... I guess if we're going to get into that, I'd prefer the notion that this right now is the recurring dream other people are having....oh, brain!
So maybe I kinda do 'get' Blade Runner...maybe it just turns out that I'm not a sci-fi fan...
I was riding my bike yesterday, like I do. I was undecided about whether to walk or ride, since I was just going to the Best Buy, and then later planned to ride over to the UCB theater. I rode, as exposed in the first sentence. I tend to ride in the street, not on the sidewalk, because the sidewalk is full of people walking and riding bikes and waiting for buses and slowing down a more determined bike rider (like me!). I'm cautious, I've got lights, I follow traffic laws and often cross streets with crosswalks instead of presuming to merge on a bike into a busy left-turn lane. I presume to save or prolong my own life in this way. Yesterday, while riding my bike, I saved another life too. It was a small dog. It's owner, some socialite-lookin' would-be Paris Hiltony blonde enormous-sunglasses-and-heels-wearing creature was gabbing away on a mobile phone, back to the street, as her little dog wandered around on its leash and into the street. I didn't hit the dog. I probably would've gotten hurt if I did, as it'd be a big bump. But I couldn't make a sharp turn into cars speeding along, and I couldn't quite jump the curb at such a narrow angle. I scraped up my palms and a knee, sprained my wrists, and snapped the cable on my $5 odometer. Now I've gotta get the brakes fixed on the car AND the bike - the rear brake cable was also jostled loose when the front wheel spun around backwards. For her part, little miss starlet-to-be did a good job scooping up the dog and running away in heels when some guy and a bike wiped out right next to her. But I'll just bet if I hit that dog nobody would have run away, there'd've been hell to pay. So it goes. ONE! I notice lately, especially around shopping centers and trendier parts of town, there is a certain style to carrying one's ipod (and here in LA, everyone has an ipod, even the thieves, as we know.). In the more hipster kinds of places, they remain unobtrusive, perhaps with an earphone cable hanging out, or sometimes neatly threaded through the shirt. But in the trendy section, it's carried between the thumb and one finger, display out, at chest height. Sort of where their chest-graphic would go, if they were care bears instead of ladies in expensive clothes, interested in advertising their song choices or ipod ownership.
TWO!
On multiple occasions, I've had the dubious fortune of being passed on the sidewalks of Santa Monica Blvd. by an old guy in a flannel shirt on a Rascal. As he passes you, or anyone else on the sidewalk, no matter how close of a pass it is, he shouts "Outta the way, asshole!" Everyone he passes gets their own yell, so one mightn't take it as personally as it seems at first. Also, he has a blue parrot on his shoulder. A real live bird that looks at you, but does not - so far as I know - shout 'asshole!' at strangers. Yet.
THREE!
Walking into the Best Buy today (I'm determined, see?), a comedian stopped me and said hello. Truly unnecessary, since I didn't spot him at first, but very cool, and good for one's ego.
FOUR!
Apparently, someone's been murdered somewhere around here lately. There are signs on lampposts and such, offering a $57k reward for information on the murderer. It was an older gentleman, out for his 'nightly walk,' and apparently stabbed to death. That part's sad, but not strikingly unusual. The unusual, bastardly thing is that someone's going around sticking up self-defense class advertisements next to the reward posters.
FIVE!
And back to antagonistic traffic, last week walking back from Trader Joe's, a motorist was upset that he could not turn right because the car in front of him was not willing to mow down pedestrians in the crosswalk. He honked his horn. "Beep!" I said. He honked more. "Beep! Beep beep," I said. After the third such exchange it became clear that his window was down, that he could hear me clearly, and that he was now not-turning-right even though the way was clear because he was very pointedly honking at me. I didn't stop though, already having gotten this far. I didn't look at him either, but I smiled more. Russell assures me this is the course of action you want to take with someone you've placed into that kind of losing situation. And it didn't get me shot this time!
One, two, three, four, five, SIX! That's enough of that for a while. Typing hurts.
So today I cleaned out the car, tried to look for anything else that might be amiss.
I think, unless I'm just really disorganized or misplaced it while moving (totally possible), the burglar may have taken my camera tripod as well. I got it from Best Buy in Connecticut, so it wasn't too fancy, but it was still pretty good. I think it was in the back seat behind the driver seat, under the extension cord that wasn't taken.
In the front was where the bonus trash was left.
So I cleaned out the wrappers and a bunch of trash that was genuinely mine (and not stolen!), including napkins, receipts, and 35 parking stubs. One item stood out.
Later:
I don't know how you make this mistake. There's the speculation (by ME!) that the burglar was spooked and left in a hurry, hence not taking / finding the paper money, and leaving the trash.....
The back has been sanded or something - it makes for a nice 'brushed metal' look that I would actually prefer to a bunch of smudgy fingerprints (MY ipod is backed with gaff tape). It also makes good on removing the serial number.
It didn't turn on. I thought perhaps it was also trash then. But, the burglar did unplug my ipod charger and leave it behind....
It works! We'll see if it holds a charge - it's completely empty, and based on the language select, probably JUST had a factory reset done. It's obviously stolen. Is it mine now? Karmic compensation? Where do you even take a stray ipod? I thought there was a to-do a while ago about how apple doesn't care because they want you to buy more, and like I say, the serial's gone...hm.
Also, I just found out that the movie really is called "Step Up 2: The Streets," which is how I'd been referring to it ironically, as though it were really called "Step Up 2 The Streetz!" But my deliberate misunderstanding was founded in genuine misunderstanding, so I got it right. You win some you lose some, right there.