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Saturday, May 01, 2004
To get married now. See you on the other side.
by Omar G. at 5:24 PM
Friday, April 30, 2004
Crazy, super-busy errand day. Wow. So much is happening right now.
Just a quick pop-in to say my review of Mean Girls is up (yes, I know what "MAC makeup" is). I'll write more when (if?) I have a sec before the wedding.
by Omar G. at 5:59 PM
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
First non-brain-scrambled thought of the day:
"God, I love cheese."
If I were lactose-intolerant, I'd just have to... I don't know, go into a coma or something. It would be sad.
See? You're better off with me not updating in this state. I make no sense. WILBER! No, WILBUR! Prussians! Full-court press on the dinka-dunk. Pretty sausage!
I'm not even amusing myself right now. My brain is a no parking zone.
Oh, the French are going to just love me.
by Omar G. at 6:08 PM
I'm crazy-busy trying to get stuff situated at work for my absence, so I'll let my friend Troy, who's a badass West Coast broadcast playah, entertain you with a joke:
A cop notices a car weaving all over the road. Suspecting the driver has had a few too many to be behind the wheel, the cop pulls him over. He asks the driver to take a breath test. The driver says, "I'm sorry officer, but I have asthma. If I take a breath test, I'll having a serious coughing fit."
The cop asks the driver to take a blood test. The drive apologizes, "I can't. I'm a hemophiliac, and if you prick me I'll bleed everywhere."
The cop then asks the driver to step out of the car and walk a straight line. Again, the driver says, "I can't."
"Because I'm fucking DRUNK! Didn't you see how I was driving, asshole?"
So... gotta go!
by Omar G. at 3:17 PM
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
A dandy enamored of a bald man...
A new Smallville recap is up. It's my last one before the wedding. The lovely and amazing Kim takes over for the next two weeks. I went back and realized I've written every single recap of the show since the pilot in 2001. Crazy, huh? It's a hard, gay habit to break.
Pants On Fire For Everybody!-- Chloe gets dosed with green gas that gives her the ability to make people confess their deepest, darkest secrets. So whom does she go after? Why, Clark Kent of course! And maybe it's just the producers' way of teasing us, but Lana's moving to Paris! Yeah, right. In our dreams.
by Omar G. at 3:34 PM
Monday, April 26, 2004
Is this really happening?
In the last two days, I've received two sacraments (First Communion, Confirmation), watched my future wife go off to her bachelorette party, planned a bit for my own bach-event (tonight, I think!), agreed to become a participant in a newly forming repertory company and wrote my last recap before the wedding. It's all feeling a little jumbled and surreal. We keep looking at each other, counting down the days, asking each other, "Is this really happening?"
My mom asked me last night over dinner, "Are you getting cold feet?" Nope. I've got warm feet. I want the wedding to be here already.
Two loose ends from last week: A PS2 wireless controller review and a longer piece very close to my heart, about the emergence of high-definition PVRs. Those are the two obsessions in my life right now: Getting married and DirectTV's new HD TiVo unit. (Yep, I'm probably switching from Dish Network.) I'm sure I'll be dreaming about it on my honeymoon.
There's a forum called Tivo Community where they're talking about this new box and it's like Christmas morning for the TiVo faithful.
I'm getting married in five days.
by Omar G. at 10:31 AM
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