For those of you who don't follow me on Twitter, we have a special treat for you today. Seeing as I basically live-tweeted the Super Bowl yesterday, I thought I might share said tweets with you.
Think of it sort of like when the cable company offers free HBO for the weekend. A brief glimpse into the premium side of Bone. Or if you missed the game, think of this as the Cliff's Notes. This is all you really need.
So sit back, pretend you're on the couch there with me as we take in the sights and sounds of Super Bowl XLVI. Or I'll even let you sit on my Bama beanbag if you want. And I hope you brought a friend. Otherwise, there could be some weird tension if it's just the two of us.
(Note: I dozed off a couple hours before kickoff.)
/Begin Twitter log
I just dreamt I was chewing like twenty pieces of gum -- Wrigley's, Spearmint and Doublemint. #nap #subconscious
Aaaaand I missed Kelly Clarkson.
Why don't they keep score with #RomanNumerals? OK, I will. That's IX to... Wait, what's zero in Rome?
Apparently, there is no Roman Numeral for zero. #IGuessThatsWhy
Officially abandoning my quest to elliptical the whole first half. Can't hear the commercials.
IX to III. Ah, much better.
My Mom, the other day: "Tom Brady's nearly too pretty to be a football
player." What's an appropriate response to that? "Uh, yes, he is?"
Speed dating! Bahaha.
There's way too much football game in between these commercials.
X to IX. VIII seconds left in the half.
What's Madonna gonna sing? I'm hoping for "Papa Don't Preach."
Oh! That was a G.I. Joe movie trailer. I thought it was gonna be a kickin' Mountain Dew commercial when it started out.
Bueller!!!! FTW!
I sure hope everybody's at a Super Bowl party. Else I'm probably losing lots of followers tonight.
Off night for Budweiser. Wow.
Collinsworth: "You get an offsides, and then that 3rd and 8 turns into
3rd and 2." Evidently they're giving 6 yards for offsides now.
Hyundai tonight.#winning
Also loved the Seinfeld commercial. Betcha never could've guessed that.
And then there's the ads that make me never want to buy a product from that company. Ever. #Samsung
And your Roman Numeral final tally: XXI to XVII
/End Twitter log
If you would like to join me on Twitter -- and after that, well how could you not -- just leave your Twitter handle in the comments and I'll follow you. But hurry, I plan to cut it off at a thousand followers. (For those who are curious, I currently have 22.)
If you would like to subscribe to HBO, contact your cable or satellite provider. Then you can DVR Curb Your Enthusiasm and invite Bone over for a TV night.
I know, BYOB... Bring your own beanbag.
"Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep. Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep..."
Showing posts with label Curb Your Enthusiasm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Curb Your Enthusiasm. Show all posts
Monday, February 06, 2012
Monday, October 12, 2009
Did someone grant me three wishes that I wasn't aware of?
I don't know if any of you have noticed or not, but lately I have been drifting, aimlessly. I had no center, no direction. Sometimes it felt as if I were merely existing, rather than living. Well, I finally figured out what was missing in my life. A girl? A family? Motivation? Ambition? A social life?
No! Seinfeld!
It was revealed to me a couple of weeks ago when I saw a commercial for the new season of Curb Your Enthusiasm. And what were they promoting but a Seinfeld reunion!
Of course. How did I not see it before? In the eleven years since the show went off the air, I still haven't moved on. Oh sure, I have a pretty steady thing going with The Office now, but I've never really gotten over my one true love. To this day I still reference Seinfeld every chance I get, to the delight of all, I'm sure. And somewhere in that deepest part of my heart which holds my most secret desires and dreams, I clung to the past, and a tiny shred of hope that someday there would be a reunion.
Now the day I have been waiting for, lo, these many years has arrived. My ship has finally come in.
Of course, Curb Your Enthusiasm comes on HBO, which I don't have, but thankfully you can watch everything online these days. Not that I wouldn't have ordered HBO or found some way to get it illegally. That's not to imply that I'm getting any channels illegally right now, nor have I or would I ever. What I meant to say is that maybe I could get a free trial period of HBO from my cable or satellite provider--whose name happens to be Mason. As in, jar, or Dixon. He can also start your car or get into your house without any keys. And he only accepts cash, or ammunition.
Now if this had been the only piece of good news I received all year, that alone would have been enough to make this one of the best years of my life--right up there with the year I got an Atari, the year I discovered Clorox disinfectant wipes, and the year I stopped peeing the bed. But more good tidings were yet to come.
Days later, General Hospital posted a message on Facebook that Jonathan Jackson would be reprising his role as Lucky Spencer beginning in October.
This had been my dream! For years, I told the Darryls and anyone else who would listen that I wished the original Lucky would come back. (Also, that Frisco and Felicia would come back, and Robert and Anna and the WSB, but let's stick to one dream at a time here.) I could scarcely believe my eyes. I even Google news'd it to make sure it wasn't a hoax. It wasn't. No more weird middle Lucky or lame third Lucky. (Sure, third Lucky has lustrous hair and rugged good looks, but I need more. The character had become about as exciting as an all-day scoliosis screening.) At long last, the original Lucky is returning!
I simply cannot believe my luck. It's as if a genie visited me while I was in a deep sleep one night and granted me three wishes, two of which have already come true. I'm bursting! We're talking Tom-Cruise-on-Oprah's-couch happy. No, happy as a lark. I'm a lark jumping up and down on Oprah's couch.
So let this be a lesson to us all. People may tell you not to cling to the past, but clearly that has been proven wrong. And sure, most hopes and dreams die hard, never having been realized or even chased, but... uh, I need something uplifting here. Hmm..... well, anyway.
As for my third wish? I have considered several obvious possibilities: A Wham! reunion; that Tab would make a comeback; that just once I could play the word QUETZALS in Scrabble covering two triple word scores and get the maximum 347 possible points.
But in the end, I passed them all over. Now I don't want to jinx anything by telling you what I finally decided on, but I will give you a couple of clues.
Clue #1. Two words: Brandon. Walsh.
Clue #2. Blank-0-2-1-0.
Happy sleuthing!
"I'm a genie in a bottle. You gotta rub me the right way. If you wanna be with me, I can make your wish come true..."
No! Seinfeld!
It was revealed to me a couple of weeks ago when I saw a commercial for the new season of Curb Your Enthusiasm. And what were they promoting but a Seinfeld reunion!
Of course. How did I not see it before? In the eleven years since the show went off the air, I still haven't moved on. Oh sure, I have a pretty steady thing going with The Office now, but I've never really gotten over my one true love. To this day I still reference Seinfeld every chance I get, to the delight of all, I'm sure. And somewhere in that deepest part of my heart which holds my most secret desires and dreams, I clung to the past, and a tiny shred of hope that someday there would be a reunion.
Now the day I have been waiting for, lo, these many years has arrived. My ship has finally come in.
Of course, Curb Your Enthusiasm comes on HBO, which I don't have, but thankfully you can watch everything online these days. Not that I wouldn't have ordered HBO or found some way to get it illegally. That's not to imply that I'm getting any channels illegally right now, nor have I or would I ever. What I meant to say is that maybe I could get a free trial period of HBO from my cable or satellite provider--whose name happens to be Mason. As in, jar, or Dixon. He can also start your car or get into your house without any keys. And he only accepts cash, or ammunition.
Now if this had been the only piece of good news I received all year, that alone would have been enough to make this one of the best years of my life--right up there with the year I got an Atari, the year I discovered Clorox disinfectant wipes, and the year I stopped peeing the bed. But more good tidings were yet to come.
Days later, General Hospital posted a message on Facebook that Jonathan Jackson would be reprising his role as Lucky Spencer beginning in October.
This had been my dream! For years, I told the Darryls and anyone else who would listen that I wished the original Lucky would come back. (Also, that Frisco and Felicia would come back, and Robert and Anna and the WSB, but let's stick to one dream at a time here.) I could scarcely believe my eyes. I even Google news'd it to make sure it wasn't a hoax. It wasn't. No more weird middle Lucky or lame third Lucky. (Sure, third Lucky has lustrous hair and rugged good looks, but I need more. The character had become about as exciting as an all-day scoliosis screening.) At long last, the original Lucky is returning!
I simply cannot believe my luck. It's as if a genie visited me while I was in a deep sleep one night and granted me three wishes, two of which have already come true. I'm bursting! We're talking Tom-Cruise-on-Oprah's-couch happy. No, happy as a lark. I'm a lark jumping up and down on Oprah's couch.
So let this be a lesson to us all. People may tell you not to cling to the past, but clearly that has been proven wrong. And sure, most hopes and dreams die hard, never having been realized or even chased, but... uh, I need something uplifting here. Hmm..... well, anyway.
As for my third wish? I have considered several obvious possibilities: A Wham! reunion; that Tab would make a comeback; that just once I could play the word QUETZALS in Scrabble covering two triple word scores and get the maximum 347 possible points.
But in the end, I passed them all over. Now I don't want to jinx anything by telling you what I finally decided on, but I will give you a couple of clues.
Clue #1. Two words: Brandon. Walsh.
Clue #2. Blank-0-2-1-0.
Happy sleuthing!
"I'm a genie in a bottle. You gotta rub me the right way. If you wanna be with me, I can make your wish come true..."
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