Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I Don't Get It: The Bachelor/Bachelorette
...but I still watch. Cheesy? Yes. Predictable? For sure. Pure brainless fluff? Big fat yes. That doesn't, however, explain how this show has survived for the many years it has. For all their efforts to be new and fresh every cycle, how many "most dramatic rose ceremony yet" 's can we possibly be forced to anticipate and then be let down by when they fall woefully short? I'm all for happy endings, but it's not like the show has a great success rate for forming lasting relationships, let alone marriages. I have predicted the final 2 or 3 guys/girls standing with nearly 100% accuracy every time, and have been nearly as successful at predicting who would be broken up within 6 months or before the show even airs (sorry Melissa). I have managed, on an intimate yet completely shallow level to form strong opinions on people I really have no investment in. But then that's the show. Intimate yet shallow. Why do I and so many others waste the time?
This season, there's Ali. She's fine. She wasn't my first choice to be the Bachelorette (shout out to Gia), but there have been far more blondes on this show than brunettes, so I'm not surprised.
So 25 guys, blah, blah, blah... I don't care about seeing all of them in their shirtless glory. I'm looking for the weirdest of the weird, maybe a Canadian to route for, and the most normal 1 or 2 guys there. The cocky or meat head guys that are there for the exposure or drama, (ie, the ones acting like catty girls) walking around with their chests puffed out, tail feathers a-swaying, they're basically white noise to me.
So this time around, here's my take:
Justin, Canadian boy, I think genuine but clueless and (to some, not me) cute, will be gone shortly.
(I sort of wanted cartoon-villain-hair Canadian Craig to stick around and have a most dramatic hot tub fight scene ever, but no luck there).
Jonathan, aka weatherman, gay, or at least undecided. You heard it here first.
Frank, a little too attached too soon, destined for the friend zone.
Ty... Guitar serenade? Seriously?
Jesse, the lights are on, but alas, I fear no one is home.
Kasey, sounds like a frog with porridge caught in his throat, and Ali would be begging him to never speak again, inside of 3 months.
It's going to boil down to Roberto and Chris L. in the end. Roberto has the best smile there, and seems real and cool. Cape Cod Chris was my first pick right out of the limo, normal, understated, tall and subtly smart-funny. I may or may not have a teeny crush on him. VO Chris Harrison: "It's a Bachelorette first!". No, really, it is.
Think what you will, I'll be watching, right to the sappy, tearful, contrived end. Still not a clue why.
Meh.
This season, there's Ali. She's fine. She wasn't my first choice to be the Bachelorette (shout out to Gia), but there have been far more blondes on this show than brunettes, so I'm not surprised.
So 25 guys, blah, blah, blah... I don't care about seeing all of them in their shirtless glory. I'm looking for the weirdest of the weird, maybe a Canadian to route for, and the most normal 1 or 2 guys there. The cocky or meat head guys that are there for the exposure or drama, (ie, the ones acting like catty girls) walking around with their chests puffed out, tail feathers a-swaying, they're basically white noise to me.
So this time around, here's my take:
Justin, Canadian boy, I think genuine but clueless and (to some, not me) cute, will be gone shortly.
(I sort of wanted cartoon-villain-hair Canadian Craig to stick around and have a most dramatic hot tub fight scene ever, but no luck there).
Jonathan, aka weatherman, gay, or at least undecided. You heard it here first.
Frank, a little too attached too soon, destined for the friend zone.
Ty... Guitar serenade? Seriously?
Jesse, the lights are on, but alas, I fear no one is home.
Kasey, sounds like a frog with porridge caught in his throat, and Ali would be begging him to never speak again, inside of 3 months.
It's going to boil down to Roberto and Chris L. in the end. Roberto has the best smile there, and seems real and cool. Cape Cod Chris was my first pick right out of the limo, normal, understated, tall and subtly smart-funny. I may or may not have a teeny crush on him. VO Chris Harrison: "It's a Bachelorette first!". No, really, it is.
Think what you will, I'll be watching, right to the sappy, tearful, contrived end. Still not a clue why.
Meh.
A Banner Week
Sometimes I wonder what exactly I am doing here. The last three days, I have heard my eldest son, a very innocent 9 year-old, say the F-word twice (to be fair, one of them was after I said "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY???"), my 4 year-old inform me "Mom, I have been telling you to get your butt down here.", and my 7 year-old repeatedly tell himself to "SIT down, Noah." only he decided for the morning, all of his s's would be pronounced "sh".
I vacuumed the house exactly 6 times yesterday, and this morning, it looks like I haven't touched it for a week. Good thing I couldn't be bothered to put the vacuum away last night.
We did have a really fun water day yesterday, playing in the neighbour's irrigation water that flows through his yard once a week and over to the orchard that divides our houses, using the slip 'n slide, jumping on the trampoline with the sprinkler going underneath, water fights with some make-shift squirt guns, it was a good day. Except that we all got torched to a crisp... SPF 15 apparently works more like deep fry oil on me, and SPF 30, waterproof, doesn't have a placebo effect or any other effect on the kids. Except for the baby. Though I suspect her mid-day nap saved her.
By 10 am today, baby was in her 3rd outfit, Noah was banished to his room for the second time, Duncan had had his trains taken away, and Gabriel was hiding out in his room, smart boy that he is.
At times, I think, someone else could step in here and the kids would hardly notice as long as they were fed. I am almost certain there are times I am actually invisible. But, I'm not going anywhere, heaven help us all. I love these kids, bless their hearts. Their cursing, messy, sunburnt hearts.
I vacuumed the house exactly 6 times yesterday, and this morning, it looks like I haven't touched it for a week. Good thing I couldn't be bothered to put the vacuum away last night.
We did have a really fun water day yesterday, playing in the neighbour's irrigation water that flows through his yard once a week and over to the orchard that divides our houses, using the slip 'n slide, jumping on the trampoline with the sprinkler going underneath, water fights with some make-shift squirt guns, it was a good day. Except that we all got torched to a crisp... SPF 15 apparently works more like deep fry oil on me, and SPF 30, waterproof, doesn't have a placebo effect or any other effect on the kids. Except for the baby. Though I suspect her mid-day nap saved her.
By 10 am today, baby was in her 3rd outfit, Noah was banished to his room for the second time, Duncan had had his trains taken away, and Gabriel was hiding out in his room, smart boy that he is.
At times, I think, someone else could step in here and the kids would hardly notice as long as they were fed. I am almost certain there are times I am actually invisible. But, I'm not going anywhere, heaven help us all. I love these kids, bless their hearts. Their cursing, messy, sunburnt hearts.
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