Mike's Bloggity Blog

>Ever thought you could help out a celebrity? Well now you can! All you have to do is turn your TV to NBC tonight and watch: “My name is Earl”, “The Office”, “Scrubs” and “30 Rock” In two short hours you, yes you, can single handily save the careers of Jaime Pressley, Jason Lee, Steve Carell, Zach Braff, Sarah Chalke, Tina Fey and Alec Baldwin! It’s so easy! Watch tonight and we will throw in free sore abs from laughter and possible watercooler discussions for tomorrow at the office or the Tim Horten’s line up.

But wait, Grey’s Anatomy is on tonight! Let me tell you what will happen:
Meredith will get into an elevator, somebody will cop a feel, she’ll cry, you’ll cry, someone will die and Aimee Mann, or the Frey will play during a montage of them all drinking or kissing.

And as for CSI?
Someone dies, Meredith Grey won’t cry, but Gil will be smug and stare at that girl’s boobs. They’ll arrest the wrong guy and then at the last minute, probably while being witty, catch the killer.

If you must watch these shows tape them.

Save a celebrity, they’d save you.

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My friends: Chad, Me (I count), Jen and Brian

(we missed a goal right behind us when we took this pic!)

A cool pic I took from the box (hee hee). I heart my new camera!

>I just found out I have tickets to the Calgary Flames tonight! In the Pengrowth Box! (ie Pengrowth Saddledome), at that! It was going to be fun, until I found out the President and CEO is going to be there. Now I’m scared for what may come out of my mouth. Whenever I’m put in situations where I have to watch what I say, is when I usually fail most at keeping quiet. For further references, please see funerals, wakes, bad weddings and churches.

Details/Pics to follow.

>Life is not fair. It’s not easy. Its not supposed to be. Every week Meredith Grey or Mary Alice remind us of this, albeit in a fancier more narrative form. You would think after so many viewings this would stick in my head. But it doesn’t. Sometimes things happen that seem to unplausable that there is no way to prepare yourself. No way to get ready for the awfulness of what is to come. This weekend the awfulness took the shape of a DVD and called itself The Break Up. That’s right on a normally uneventful Saturday afternoon Jen Aniston and her boyfriend Vince “Was that a step down Jen, or a giant fall?” Vaughn rudely invaded my tiny living room. Filling it with pointless yelling, crying, arguing, more yelling…oh wait is that Jason Bateman…he’ll save me….oh no he’s helping them…stop kicking me Jason…I liked Arrested Development!

Before I knew it 2 hours had passed and the credits on this movie were rolling and I was saddened and slightly bruised. Where did this movie go wrong? And do people actually like this movie? It made me sadder than the time that the barber held up the mirror revealing without a doubt that I was balding. How do movies like this get made? When I see movies like this, it makes me thing of how much the studios infringe the writers original product. I imagine at one point this movie was funny/charming, how else would everyone sign up? But somewhere down the line this movie got chopped up faster then a poor little boy at a Bar Mitzvah.

Ever since Magnolia where we are introduced to a character that listen’s to “Dreams” all the time in his car, I’ve always thought about the weirdos out there that love a certain movie or CD so much they consume their life with it! I can’t help but wonder if there is a lonely woman out there that sits on the floor with her cats, where they discuss their favorite points of the Breakup. I mostly feel bad for the cat!

Also as of today here are the things I’ve learned over the past 48 hours.

-Jokes about Product Red–>Aids (Gap, Ipods) are not funny yet.
-Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock broke up. Yeah I win $10
-Hilary Duff and Joel Madden broke up. Boo, I lose $200

Everyone please bow before Veronica Mars and her wicked preview of tomorrow’s kick ass “Who is the Rapist?” finale. Contrary to most online betting sites, it is not me! Even if you’ve never seen an episode, watch this video and tell me you aren’t in love!

>It’s rare find to find someone nowadays who doesn’t own some sort of Ipod. They seem to be everywhere. You can hook them up to your TV, your car and now even your Shoes! This is where I could very easily take this entry in the direction of foot odor. But I won’t.

My Ipod is like my MSN list. Lots and Lots of different things on it including some that I have never/will never listen to. Why is that on our MSN/Yahoo/AIM we insist on having people that we haven’t talked to in years. You go to erase them, but you just can’t. Is it just in case you wake up in an alley in Stockholm and you know they will know how to help you out of this jam? Maybe you feel bad? Like maybe you are the ONLY person on their MSN list and if you delete them who will they have to talk to? Maybe they are the only person on YOUR msn list, which opens up a whole new bag o’ problems.

I’ve never been proud of my taste in music. I’m like the guy in Office Space who turns down the rap music, only in my case it might be Kellie Pickler or Hanson (their second CD is great!…shhh!). When people ask me what kind of music I listen to, I usually say Top 40 and quickly change the subject to TV. Ahhh comfort zone, how I’ve missed you. I remember when I was younger there was this guy named Jeff and I thought he was soo cool and he had the greatest taste in music, I wanted to be his friend so I would try to strike up a conversation with him about his favorite bands, at that time I had no idea who The Tragically Hip, U2 or R.E.M were. I once listened to the Friends soundtrack, he wasn’t impressed.

Every since then my musical taste have been all over the place. If it has a catchy tune, easy to remember words or has been sung on American/Canadian Idol I’m usually sold on it. I’ll admit it, I’ve rapped out to Eminem and Snoop Dog. Like you haven’t. Which leads me to my IPOD. I was looking at it today, and it kinda reminds me of the time when I would buy popular CDs just in case people came over they would see that I have cool CDs. Unfornatly that too backfired when no one came over.

Is the point of IPODs, that you can have random selection of songs on them? It doesn’t have to be just one genre. Who cares if you go from Reba to Hinder then to Gareth Gates (Pop Idol). Does it even matter that right after Journey I have Justin Timberlake? I dont’ think so. I think Elton would be happy to know that I’m secretly planning a concert with him and Snow Patrol. Who remembers Vertical Horizon? I do, cause I listened to them today! And well I’m at it today, I also listened to S Club 7 and then to top it off, I listened to some of their solo efforts (Thank You Wikipedia). Side Note—> Did you know Rascall Flatt’s “What hurts the most?” is actually a cover of Jo’s (S Club 7) first solo CD? I did. I also listened to both versions today. Sad? Maybe. Discuss.

I do have my limits and they are called “Bucky Covington” (American Idol 5) Unless he for some reason sings the Veronica Mars theme song he will never ever grace the scratched screen of my Ipod Mini.

I also have tons of Podcasts that I’m always say I’m going to listen to, but I never do. I’m saving those for Xmas dinner. I figure that way I won’t have to hear about my granny’s latest growth. Score.

I as scan my Ipod play list I can’t help but notice that I have most of U2s albums. I’ve been listenting to them lots lately Jeff would be proud.

>Tonight I lost my virginity….again. This time to James Bond….the movie. Oh suspensful sentances how I love thee! That’s right folks after finally giving it up to Star Wars early last week, look who came a knockin’! Although the strangest thing happened when I was leaving the Casino Royale, on my out of the mall I stopped by the Sony store and bought a Sony digital camera, a Sony LapTop and a Sony Ericsson Cell Phone. Luckily I had my array of Ford cars to drive me home! Surely I don’t have the money for such large purchases, but I just had to, it was like I had just watched a movie full of commercials and and I thought that if I had the same things that Bond had (my baby blues are all natural) I would somehow be a better person. And you know what? I do feel better. Once I loaded all my purchases into my Ford Cars, I punched an old lady in the face. Sure James Bond would have picked a more formidale foe, but all in good time.

Also, did anyone else want to buy Vesper (Eva Green) a Halls. (cough losange)? Talking like that for 2 hours can’t be good for your vocal chords. Clear your throat once in a while!

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My roomate pointed something out to me, with so many people checking my site out now (Thanks to EW) that maybe a celebrity has even checked it out! So if you are reading this and your name is either Natalie Portman, Jodie Sweeten, Mandy Moore or anyone from the cast of Veronica Mars…..um….hey…cool……..hi.

>The weirdest thing happened last night. I don’t want to make a big deal of it, but I was watching a CBS comedy and I actually laughed. At the show. This is a huge development. The show inparticular was How I Met your Mother. I’ve caught this show several times, and enjoyed it, but last’s episode about Robin keeping a Canada related secret was freaking hilarious! They pretty much made fun of every single Canadian stereotype out there. Turns out Robin’s secret was that she used to be a canadian pop star by the name of Robin Sparkles who had one hit, complete with a music video. Below you will find said video. Look for special shout outs to aboooot, gretzky and Canada Day!

If you are canadian your have to watch this video! If you’ve always wanted to be canadian you have to watch this video! Cause it’s right funny eh!

Turn it up!

>Have you ever had something written about you in another language and not know what the heck it says?

A little help please

http://www.smidigt.se/star-wars-newbie/2427/

>I’ve purposely not posted about OJ Simpson’s cheap attempt at getting back into the spotlight with his book and TV Interview titled “If I Did It, Here’s How It Happened” Referring to if he had killed his wife and her friend, HOW he would have done it. It was to be a two night television event on Fox. Now I don’t usually expect much from the network that ordered a second season of “The War at Home” but cancelled “Arrested Development” (STEVE HOLT!) but I thought this was below the belt. Just today it was announced that the book and interview have been cancelled with regrets from Ruport Murdoch.

However, now that that deal is off the table, I’m left wondering what about my spin off deal that was offered to me late last week. “If I had hair, Here’s how pretty I’d be.” In it, I would have been excited to talk about what I would do if I had the hair that would make even John Stamos jealous. I was going to look at different shampoos I would use and touch on the great debate of leave-in conditioner. Now this all seems to be off the table. Pert Plus my ass!

Thanks OJ, thanks alot.

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I remember during the mid-nineties there was a song named “Saturday night” (Whigfield). This song set the standards for a typical Saturday night relatively high. I’ve always felt that way. When I first starting going out, I would base what I did, the actions of the night, on that song. “It’s party time and not one minute we can lose, be my baby!” Daunting, I know! I often wondered, Could I live up to her limits? Soon I began asking myself who is this Whigfield, and why do I care if she thinks I had a good Saturday night? My nights of going out quickly became replaced with nights of working or watching movies with friends. Sure there would be the odd night out, friends birthdays, going away parties and the like. But I quickly realized that I wasn’t the biggest party animal. Van Wilder be damned.

As I’ve grown up, I felt more and more comfortable staying home on Saturday night. I used to feel so bad, like I was missing something. I don’t feel that anymore. To me a night watching your favorite movie is just as exciting as going out, if not more exciting. If you have company with you, that’s great. If you don’t? Sometimes that’s even better. There is nothing wrong with treating your self to a “Michael Day”. Unless your name isn’t Michael, then that’s just weird. Call it, a “personal” night.

I still work a lot of Saturday nights, I don’t mind. There is an energy when you are at work on the weekend, and since I’ve been with the hotel for a relatively long time for Calgary, I can usually leave whenever I feel like it! Tonight was no different, I had entertained a couple offeres to go out, but thought it would be best to rent a movie, buy some vodka come home and do a little writing and watch the said movie. I find whenever I rent a movie I go home browse the TV and am always disappointed because I want to watch what’s on TV, but I’ve rented the movie and god knows I don’t like to waste the $4,50!

Before I went to rent the movie, I had to boost the battery of my friends car. Let me tell you that it was quite a site to see three 20 somethings trying to boost a battery. Between using our cellphones to see how to open the hood (Camera Phone lights!) and realizing the my trusty Saturn’s battery is actually in the truck (Who Knew!) It said something about our generation that it proved to be quite difficult to jump start a car. Where did Regis and Kelly lead us stray?

Once home, I’ve settled into the night with the documentary “WordPlay”, a very clever and charming movie about the New York Times crossword, it reminds me a lot of “Spellbound”. Movies like these remind me how much I don’t know about the English language. For those who have struggled to make it through my entries due to the awful grammatical errors, I know your pain and I apologize. To drown my sorrow, I mixed a surprisingly strong Frutopia and Rum and settled in for the night.

With the movie wrapping up, I look at the clock and realize that it is just past midnight. Somewhere down the street hundreds of kids are having a wild time, having drinks, dancing the night away. I wonder, Did I make the right decision? Should I have gone out? Then I think about the vomiting, the headaches, the sticky shoes and the smelly people and I’m not missing a thing. As I’m sitting here with my rum laced Frutopia, Salt and Vinegar Popcorn and Saturday Night Live, I can’t help but think to myself, “Dee Dee Na Na Na”