Monday started out like any other... got up, got dressed, went to work... blah blah. And when I got home, that's when my week started. My tv week, of course. The first thing I watched - The Bachelorette. Now, this has become quite the poison in my life. I hate this show. Every season of every year, I hate it. But somehow, every season starts and I somehow get sucked in to another meaningless thirteen weeks of crying and backstabbing... only to end up ultimately disappointed in the bachelor's/bachelorette's choice. I am sitting there screaming at the television "Are you serious? That douchebag?" But it doesn't matter... there are a series of interviews after the show is over and they take their photos together and do the "good thing" and then six weeks later, OMG reports that, oddly enough, things just "didn't work out." So, once again, those thirteen weeks were all for nothing. But were they? No way... I haven't lost any sleep over it and so, ultimately, it's all for something.
But my tip for ABC is this. They need to screen these applicants a little closer. One of the guys told Ali on the first date that his nickname was "Shooter." She asked why and he said "well, I'll tell you that a little later..." - so anyway... later comes, right? She gets him alone a few hours later and says, "so, Shooter, what's with the nickname?" Basically, he goes into this story about how in his freshman year of college, he met some girl, had too much too drink and "may have prematurely... well, you know..." - O.M.G. Did this guy just tell her that he "may have"..?? Um... Holy Lord! Needless to say, "Shooter" didn't make it through the first rose ceremony. Then they are interviewing him at the end and he says something like "I really put myself out there and was vulnerable and she let's me go... well, I don't want know that I want to be with a girl like that!" Trust me, Shooter... she doesn't want to be with you either. And now that you've told that story on national television, I bet there are a BUNCH of girls who won't be knocking down your door.
Tuesday, I watched what I consider to be possibly the best show on television - Justified (on FX). It was the season finale, which I was very sad about... because now, I have to watch a bunch of crap for the rest of the summer... ah, but I digress. So, if you haven't watched this show yet... run out and watch the reruns. I'm sure that they will run the entire season all over again. It is deliciously written and all of the players are raw and natural. And, my friends, (especially the ladies) let me tell you that it does not hurt that the main player, U.S. Deputy Marshal Raylan Givens (Timothy Olyphant), is a breath of fresh Kentucky air. Lord, lord... let's just say that I have built a lovely home and a life of over 12 years with my loving husband, Robert, which I would throw all away for one afternoon with this gentleman. But, once again, I digress. Characters are well written and definitely worth the your time... the hour FLIES by. Trust me. BTW, love you, honey (if you're reading this). Come on, who am I kidding? He's not reading this.
I also watched another little trashy nugget on Tuesday night called Pretty Little Liars, which is by the same people who write/produce my other favorite little trash fest, Gossip Girl. Anyway, it did not disappoint. The hour was filled with gossip, fashion, backstabbing, pot smoking, no parental guidance, police fraud, lying, infidelity and all of the basic components that make up a good Tuesday night romp. I will be setting my DVR for next week.
Tonight there is literally NOTHING on my television taping, which is why I am writing this. Oh, I lied... Top Chef Masters is taping, but there are only 3 chefs left... and come on... we all know that Susur Lee is going to use those other guys for toilet paper, so it's kind of embarrassing for them. I think he just shows up to promote the latest Pantene products, honestly.
Tomorrow, nothing.
I've got nothing until True Blood comes back on Sunday... thank God for Sookie. So, I guess I'll try to write some more next week (if there is more to say). Until then, see you bitches on the flipside (of ma telly). Love you.
-N.
