last night, the season premier of rob & big was the hot topic in our household. andrew and cinnamon even joined us for the event. the boy and i have been avid fans of this show for a while now, and last night’s episode did not disappoint. net guns, anyone?
now, i recommend watching the whole show, however, the first minute or so is enough to incite laughter. and i’d be lying if i said i haven’t had a tab open to the mtv website just so i could replay the damn thing a few dozen times. who hasn’t been caught/nearly caught rocking out to [insert embarrassing guilty pleasure pop icon here] in the car wash?
other random thoughts that come to mind upon watching this clip:
1) jim carrey as “the riddler” in the batman franchise.
2) spongy carwash adventures with my sister.
3) my own epileptic fits in the car, only i believe “groove is in the heart” may have been the culprit.
and one has to wonder, did the lyricist (enrique, was it you?) behind “do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed” up the dosage that day? whatever the catalyst, who knew that shit could be so catchy?
09 January 2008
the boy and i have a new obsession. not being a fan of mtv, particularly since i can’t remember the last time i actually witnessed a real, honest-to-goodness music video, we normally zoom right by it in the channel line up. but there was one night when naz stopped momentarily, recognizing a pro skater.
and since then, rob and big has been playing non-stop in our house. a guilty pleasure indeed, but g*ddamn, oh so good.
i find the theme song stuck in my head on morning bike rides. and then i giggle. i recall the episode when rob brought home a new playmate for meaty (his bulldog), mini horse, and i giggle about rob’s admission: “raising a barnyard animal is a lot harder than it looks on the internet.” and then of course, there’s drunk uncle jerry making a mantra out of “you’re dirty girl. dirty girl.”
it really is good stuff. watch it.
13 July 2007
last night on a whim, the boy and i took in a reading of my adult heartthrob, anthony bourdain, at borders on michigan avenue. after reading kitchen confidential and watching no reservations on the travel channel back when i was a privileged one with cable, i developed a borderline unhealthy crush on him.
he’s witty. he’s distinguished. he’s easy on the eyes. he’s well-traveled. he’s obviously intelligent, often referencing things in his writings that i can only smile at innocently, having the true meaning rush completely over my head. and even more obvious, he can cook. not to mention, he had that hellraiser streak in him, kinda still does, thereby giving him that “bad boy” reputation that all women fall for at some point. it’s just usually we’re over that by now. not so for me. blush
(the boy has some other good stuff to say about him as well, with a little less swoon.)
i was taken by his charisma – tony loves his job. he said so. numerous times. and who wouldn’t? the man travels 11 months out of the year, to destinations of his choice, letting his nose lead the way to antics and food and, well, food antics. his lifestyle is not unlike another man i admire, steve mccurry, a well-established photographer specializing in southeast asian portraiture. damnit. these dudes got it going on.
as i stood among many others, hanging onto tony’s every word, it dawned on me that i’m nowhere close to where i want to be. artistically-speaking or work-related. don’t get me wrong, i’ve got many good things in my life right now, but knowing that jobs like touring around the world with video crew in tow, making bets on who’ll hurl first with a taste of fermented shark, actually exist and are probably decently paid, i’m saddened at my confines of cubelife. once again. remember, i did attempt a break-out once before…
and days like today (though i’ll refrain from expounding as i keep hearing that some folks are getting the ax from superiors reading blogs) really make me wish for escape.
here’s to you, tony. until i become truly motivated to bust out of the capitalistic BS i’ve become entangled in, i’ll continue to live vicariously through you. and having no cable access, i’ll resort to bittorrent.com – i know i’ve made you proud.
31 May 2006
