big screen or just nocturnal

or stress, of course... nocturnal definitely... big tv, working tv is more like it.... there's nothing on but reruns that i have seen before, but at least i like the characters... all my imaginary friends (not all my children) in the later night reruns of evening dramas... ncis... house.... bones... and recently, burn notice... the late night line-up (when family guy and futurama and craig ferguson isn't calling me away from the life-death dramas... a few other odds and ends, but there's just too much nocturn and not enough sleep-need to get me to stay in bed alone for a whole night...

the big screen hd is nice too...

the food network can make me fat

maybe even kill me... seriously, braised bacon wedge and deep-fried soft-boiled egg appetizer... wild boar bacon elk burger with carmelized red onions and a sunny-side duck egg on top? (and a few other things)... where is the lido deck?... i really should not watch bacon paradise... even when i am not hungry it makes me hungry... luckily (and sadly), the best food in the world is not found in Orlando, FL where I currently live, so i am not overly fat...

narf.

new tv

50 inches of smart tv now sits across from me in this living room and it brings the internet and lots more to the big screen, so much more than tv... a lot to learn about in this new toy and i hope to find time to learn... there are youtube music videos in high definition to watch on the big screen... there are games to be played... there are apps to be explored... there are all sorts of bells and whistles and techie stuff to play with... yes, this is the first big relatively expensive toy i've bought myself in a while (i guess i don't consider the bed or washer dryer or anything else a toy in this sense) and i am gonna enjoy playing with it... even the background tv will be more fun :)

who's got mail?

sleepless in seattle is even more a favorite and i melt at city of angels because meg ryan melts me because she has a mix of adorable and cute and wise and naive and vulnerable and strength and innocence and sensuality and visually, she melts me more than most people i see... so instead of falling asleep when i desperately ought to be sleeping i am watching adorableness and fairy tale romance (though in a fairy tale he would buy the little shop around the corner, restock it, and present it to her as a wedding gift after putting a sign up in his big book supermarket that the children's book store is the little shop around the corner... maybe that's how the sequel ends?

shhhhh, maybe they'll make it later :)

what's on broadway?

glancing up at the tv a few moments ago (kind alike as seen on tv ya know), i found the tony awards show and having just reawakened my love for the theatre in the last few days by going to two performances of la cage aux folles i am puzzling over whether this is the 2012 tonys or a rerun cuz i've seen most of these shows a long time ago (or else they were movies... i mean, i love some of these stories and lyrics and songs but is there anything original out there?)...

wait, we interrupt these musical numbers every few minutes with irritating emergency beeps and scrolling messages and maps to let us know, constantly, mind you, that it is raining outside (because nobody has windows anymore) and there are severe thunderstorm warnings somewhere in a two hundred mile radius of the many thousands of tvs trying to enjoy the songs and dance and...

whatever, it's tv... back to the subject at hand, creativity on broadway... or more, original creativity on broadway... but dontcha get me wrong now - it's not that i don't love some of what is playing, in fact, some are absolute favorites, but i seem to remember a time when revivals had their own award catregory so the new stories and words and music could be encouraged)... just look at what is re-playing on broadway right now (and i am leaving some out)...

anything goes... billy elliot... blithe spirit... bring it on... chicago... evita... follies... porgy & bess... ghost... godspell... the best man... hair... hairspray... harvey... the lion king... the little mermaid... jersey boys... jesus christ superstar... newsies... mamma mia!.. mary poppins... nice work if you can get it... on a clear day you can see forever... once... peter and the starcatcher... phantom of the opera... rebecca... rock of ages... sister act... south pacific... spiderman... a steetcar named desire... waiting for godot... west side story... wicked... master class... death of a salesman... venus in fur... wit... and more coming annie... picnic... a few good men... funny girl...

what?... every one of those above have been done before... not that i am against remakes, though a purist tendency in me does shudder at the thought sometimes, but the large majority of the shows on broadway are not original writing or songs or stories or... but it's broadway... and i would trade tv for a seat in the audience of any of these shows at the drop of a top hat... yeah :)

sports galore

it's been a high volume playoff sports season for a couple of months now and as it comes to it's conclusion, i ponder the relative addiction that so many have to watching others play physical games and wonder why so few actually play... not that everyone is so athletic, but almost everyone can run around and learn some skills to achieve some measure of proficiency in some, if not many sports... but the vast majority of people would rather pay huge amounts to a few rather spoiled, minimally educated, and quite elite athletes who, in recent years, seem to focus on egocentric individual performances and money rather than good team efforts, fan concern, and good sportsmanship... so i turn on some amateur sports to remember a bit of what sports is about, a bit because so many amateur sports are not team sports, but still, at least some (we can hope most) amateurs are striving for best team performance and not just money and ego first... of course if you know me at all, then you know that i view most everything from a rather different perspective... and then, as i watched girls gymnastics, i started wondering if girls gymnastics was developed by men who wanted to watch young girls flex their gluteus maximus muscles while secretly hoping for some virgin camel toes and mumblers (we won't ponder why men want to coach the sport then, oh come on now)...

and now for something completely different...