Category Archives: Random Neuron Firings

Heroic

So did you love the premiere of Heroes last night? I thought (unlike the disappointing second season) the storylines and action were both on par with the first season, when everything was crazy and you actually pulled for characters to win/discover/persevere.

Crusties: did you happen to notice William Katt playing the bit part of the tabloid reporter in the garage? Remember him on The Greatest American Hero back in the 80s? I loved that theme song.

Here is an interview he did about the two “hero” shows.

Ok, I’m going to be late for school. Post your reactions to last night’s premiere. I didn’t get to see the whole “red carpet” thing — BU had my attention until 9:00 when the shows started. Nice work on the 2-hour length, too.

Makes me pine for The 4400. For the record, I’m still mad about that.

FO

TBS Pipeline IV

(For those who may not know, TBS/TNT asked the Fink to write about their new stuff once in awhile. I’m still waiting for my present. I hope it’s a pony.)

Ok, I missed the premiere of Raising the Bar on TNT. But check out this preview of tomorrow night’s new episode:

Looks great. But Mark-Paul….the 70s Jesus hair helmet has *got* to go. And the color — yikes. Get rid of the mahogany and bring back the sandy blond.

TNT even made a game out of his character’s hairstyle.

Hey, Randy — Turner’s got you covered when you read the blog at work. If you see the boss coming, click here.

:P

A grown-up MySpace survey

Heh.

Made you look. You’re right — there’s no such thing. “How many times did you text your boyfriend/girlfriend last night?” “Are you grounded right now?” “What if your mom walked into your room tonight and…?”

You get the idea. But I do like to read them. I admit it. They give me interesting insight into the habits, feelings, opinions and general wackiness of the participant. And what they *don’t* say is often more intriguing than the answers. You know, the “I’m not telling you that” type of response. They make me wonder what the answer might really be. Ok — it makes me wanna ask ’em. I’m nosy like that. Zwut ya git. If you dangle the carrot, expect people to try and yank at it.

After reading TRO’s site this morning, and linking to a cool survey from there, I kifed some questions from that post as well as from other places.

So in the interest of fun, laziness, and basically attempting the impossible, here is an entertaining, somewhat silly, but still grown-up version of a MySpace survey. I promise there will be no questions like, “Who do you like right now?” So please give me some of your responses. I yearn to learn.

MySpace Survey for Grownups

  1. What was the last thing that made you cry? When my research proposal, red-lined by my prof, was posted in the open class, with my name on it, and offered for public download.
  2. Could you go a day without eating anything? I have done in the past, but I was pretty sick. I’ve also gone all day without eating when I was very upset (divorce, death of my parents, previous question).
  3. What was the last thing you ate/drank? Strawberry Shredded Wheat and Dunkin’ Donuts coffee. Life is friggin’ fantasmagorical.
  4. Is it easy for others to make you feel awkward? Letting others make you feel any certain way is just that: letting them. It’s a choice. I try not to give people permission to “make” me feel certain ways (unless it’s loved, special, cute, like a princess, etc.).
  5. What is the last thing you yelled aloud? “What…..was THAT!?!” — to my 7th/8th grade choir, when half came in on one verse and half on another.
  6. What did your last incoming text message say? “I could kill them I’m so mad.” Heh. Awesome.
  7. How difficult is your life right now? Two letters should answer that: B.U.
  8. What was the first 45 RPM (or, if you’re not a crusty – tape or CD single) you ever bought with your own money? Wow, that is a tuffy…it was probably “I Want You Back” by the Jackson Five in like 1970. About 5th or 6th grade. Mavis – remember going to the T.I. with our allowance money and buying records?
  9. What do you wish people would do more? Reserve judgment.
  10. How easy is it for you to tell people they’ve hurt/upset/offended you? Not very. I tend to sweep it under the carpet so it can blast up to the surface at some other inopportune moment in the face of friends, family or students who don’t deserve it. But, I’m getting better at telling people. I think I’m getting to that age where it is going to get even easier, too.

Ok – your turn – post some answers and don’t be shy. Yes, even those under 40 can participate. I run a non-discriminatory ship here. (Well, with a few exceptions; mean people can go away. And D***d S**l. He can bite me.)

Fink out.

HB Rousseau – yar

Avast, me hearties…it’s Talk Like a Pirate Day. I love it for several reasons:

  1. I get to say “yar.”
  2. I tell my 5th & 6th graders to say “yar” all day long to their teachers. (The teachers love it, believe me.)
  3. I look forward to visiting the teachers at the end of the day. Heh heh.

But most of all, I love TLaPD because it’s Rousseau’s birthday. YAR for Rousseau!

We think he’s 7 or 8 (he was a pound puppy, adopted by Bob & Kay at about 2 or 3 years old). I chose today as his birthday a couple of years ago. I guess it doesn’t matter, though. Every day’s a party for him. He’s the spolt-rottenest canine on the high seas — and on land, too, for that matter.

I’ll be a-caperin’ up the stairs for to get ready to sail for the school house. Arrrgh.

Fink, honin’ the pi-rat-titude

Do you ever have those days…

… when you hate everything and everyone? I am having one this day. I hate everyone.

Except you.

A bright spot today, however, was my choirs. All 5 of them had moments of excellence. Outside of that…pretty sucky day.

But hey, it ain’t over yet. I still have rehearsal tonight. I am hoping (against hope) that everyone will arrive a) on time, and b) with the large majority of their music memorized.

As for those who are clueless/unprepared/disruptive/attitude-ridden: abandon all hope, ye who enter here…

Heh heh.

Fink, on a mission. From Gad.