back in october, i groused about the demeaning heineken girl-as-beer-dispenser ads. (and this spring, someone brought one of those very kegs to my house for a party… it still sits, unused, on our small drink fridge - not because no one in the house likes heineken, but because it’s a bit much for two reasonably-responsible working adults to polish off in one sitting.)

so imagine my glee at reading the following snippet from the creative director of a bethesda-based ad agency:

Washington’s ad clients generally don’t have big bucks to blow like their New York brethren, Husak said.

He recalled a recent TV ad by a New York agency, a slickly produced bit in which a robotic woman is revealed to have a keg of beer inside her.

“They get away with that kind of un-conceptual tripe because the execution is so polished,” Husak said. “In D.C., no one has $700,000 to throw at a non-starter idea like that.”

“un-conceptual tripe” has a nice ring to it, i think.

so, dr. horrible’s sing-along blog is a lot like buffy season six - big with the getting what you ask for, and realizing that whoops, maybe you don’t really want it.

yup.

goes live tomorrow at the sing-along blog! muahahahahahaaha!

(and a totally unrelated but very cute link: the national zoo’s black footed ferret cam, starring a mom & baby ferret, born 20 june.)

still reeling from the sheer awfulness that is terminator: the sarah connor chronicles (why oh why didn’t anyone warn me?), i sat down this evening and watched episode 201 of torchwood.

kiss kiss bang bang! james marsters! so nice to see one of joss’ actors in something decent. (sorry, summer. t:scc really is dreadful) so giddily fantastic to watch him ooze/strut into torchwood’s writing. [ed note: so nice of torchwood to write him a part so close to spike and the nietzschean archduke¹ he briefly played on andromeda.]

yeah, yeah. so marsters is something of a one-note player. but it’s still fun to see him flirt with john barrowman and eve myles in nearly the same breath. and imdb notwithstanding, it seems he may have a recurring part.

ahh, television is fun again.

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¹ riffing on my favorite conan quote, marsters’ andromeda character (given the ridiculous and highly improbable name charlemagne bolivar) answered the question “what do you want?” with, “the usual — hundreds of grandchildren, utter domination of the known worlds, and the pleasure of hearing that all my enemies have died in terrible, highly improbable accidents that cannot be connected to me.”

and in the nick of time, too - great flying spaghetti monster, there’s a terminator television series starring summer glau!

too bad it’s on fox.

i’m sure there will be more exclamations of surprise from me (and responses of, “duh, laloca” from my cadre of four devoted readers) as i re-enter the world of the living.

oh, and a word to the wise (or those who would be wiser than me): working 155 hours in 13 days, trying to keep on top of laundry, remembering to eat, finding time to sleep, trying to notice an ongoing home remodel (kitchen - done; laundry room - done; bathroom… er….) is not the way to live one’s life. not even if you’re limiting it to 13 days.

you’re liable to end up in the ER with nervous exhaustion. no kidding. i’ll tell you all about it one day.

the more interesting story is that you get there because your husband, who has been running himself ragged trying to take care of you and not just noticing the remodel, but actually coordinating it, as well as working 13 hour days himself and trying to get a book finished, play with the dog, exercise the ferret, and fill in for a perpetually absent boss… you get there because he spikes a 103 degree fever, has rigors, chills, and a host of other symptoms that make you think he’s got meningitis.

and when you take him to the ER… lo and behold, he’s got meningitis (viral, not bacterial). yay differential diagnosis skills of the MPH. (as opposed to the differential diagnosis skills of the JD, who says to her friend, “you know, your wife is about to file divorce papers on your ass.”)

anyhoo. that’s been doings since the new year. i’m tired and going to sleep.

one thing that a nasty cold gives you time for is catching up on reruns. (it’s not so nasty that i’m compelled to watch teletubbies - if that’s even still on - but then, my fever hasn’t spiked that high, knock on wood.) the scifi channel has been obliging today: i think i’m on my fifth or sixth episode of the very defunct dark angel.

and boy, is it worse than i remember. i’m surprised that jessica alba still has a career. (although there was a funny moment when the recurring bad guy was having a police sketch artist do a portrait of alba: “make her lips bigger. no, bigger.”) or that anyone is letting james cameron produce anything anymore.

pee-yoo. stinkier than a snuffy fart, this show is. and put down that remote - no way am i changing the channel.

but alberto gonzales is such a smarmy SOB i just want to smack the smirk off his face. i don’t know how much of this hearing i’m going to be able to stomach.

more updates as events warrant, and so long as i can keep from vomiting my breakfast on my laptop.

update 10:30 a.m.: after trying to dodge the questions posed by specter, gonzales is visibly squirming in his chair during kennedy’s grilling. his eyebrows are running into each other. he’s getting shiny on the forehead. this pleases me. (more…)

since peter jennings’ death, i’ve pretty much ignored television news. nobody else seemed to have the gravitas of sam the eagle. (and no, i’m not really kidding. i think i imprinted on sam as the perfect newscaster sometime in the 70s. *sigh* not his politics — his attitude.)

but now, there is light in the darkness: keith olbermann.

my blogging will likely diminish in quantity, now that i’m back in the realm of the gainfully employed. there are a few reasons for this:

1. i won’t be blogging from work
2. i’m at work most of my waking hours (i expect this to change slightly as i readjust to a consistent schedule)
3. i won’t be blogging about anything remotely related to work (and no, i’m not telling what those topics are.)

which leaves me with my general random news commentaries, my occasional personal vignettes, photos, and the like. but never fear — bsg starts up again next month — i’m sure to blog about katee sackhoff’s godawful hair extensions.

zim on itunes.