Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Ok, I'll admit it...

-You know what? I like Nickelback. That's right - I said it. Somewhere along the way, Nickelback went from one of those bands that everyone liked, to the one that it became cool for everyone to hate. I understand the counter-argument: yes, several of their songs sound the same. However, I like the way those same songs sound. Hence, I like Nickelback. I'm tired of the 6', 125 pound, blue-haired, heavily tattooed and pierced, mad-at-the-world Newbury Comics worker judging my musical selections. I've been listening to this song basically on repeat for the last 24 hours (there is no video, but it was the only link I could find that didn't require you to buy the song). I think it's a great song, though I just have a feeling that it'll be at the end of some romantic comedy with the people running towards each other in slow motion in the rain (it's always in the rain, right Liz?).

-You ever want to feel like a freakishly large human? Go back into a junior high school for ten minutes. Everything there is built for people that top out at five feet tall. The sink in the bathroom was practically at my knees.

-I love everything about the Plaxico Burress story, and since no one got seriously hurt, it's ok to laugh about it. But, here are my favorite parts:
1. He was wearing sweatpants. I think Seinfeld is right; he’s just given up trying to impress people and just wants to be comfortable. What kind of club lets you in wearing sweatpants?
2. The club's bouncers, upon seeing he had a gun, were escorting him to the VIP area to unload it. They weren't asking him to get rid of it, they weren't asking him to leave – just make sure his gun was empty. Because you know, modern guns take forever to load. I'm beginning to have some questions about the legitimacy of this club.
3. He gave the fake name of Harris Smith at the hospital. He's the star wide receiver for the defending Super Bowl Champions New York Giants at a hospital in New York City. And yet, he honestly thought that would work. Also, that's the worst porn name in history.
4. He drove around almost two hours after shooting himself so he could concoct a solid story. He came up with being shot at an AppleBee's. What kind of AppleBee's is he usually in that that seemed like a viable option? And if you're AppleBee's, are you happy about this? On the one hand you're getting a ton of free advertising. On the other, apparently you run a restaurant where it seems plausible you can get shot. Can't imagine that will go over well.

-Since we're talking NFL anyways, I'm seriously intrigued about the thought of going to Wembley Stadium next October for the Patriots and Buccaneers game. It is funny how I thought trying to shove American football down the throats of a cultural that clearly doesn't want it (hello and goodbye, NFL Europe) was a really terrible idea… right up until the time that my team gets invited to go over and play. Now, it's an interesting marketing idea.

-As I was still dying Sunday night, I wasn't coherent enough to remember to watch Dexter. I don't want to ruin it for those who haven't seen it yet, but I'll just say: good twist. Did not see that one coming.