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Anyway, long story short: I had to get my computer disinfected after a virus pretty much shut it down. What it leaves me with now is a very primitive form of Microsoft Windows and the latent fear that this will probably happen again if I am not careful with the particular web sites I visit on this computer.
All things considered, if I'm updating remotely, this site will probably be back to what it was: hyperlinks, pictures, videos, downloads...but I just can't run the risk on this machine, and that means it's back to the one thing that got me registering with Blogger in the first place and pretty much the only thing that keeps me sane: Good old hypertext and the power of storytelling.
If you don't get an obscure reference...y'know.
Otherwise, everything's great. I'm happy about Helena Bonham Carter (do it!) and if this whole "Dancing with the Stars" thing doesn't work out, I'm thinking that this could open a whole new door in the realm of Broadway stuntcasting. Can't you just see it? Mario Lopez as...Adolpho!!
I don't like typos. Which is a shame, because the Windows overhaul saddled me with a dated version of Microsoft WORD. Heaven forbid Autocorrect forces me to fix a typo about someone named "Sarah Urinate." On the plus side, I have never been more in touch with my inner Grammar Nazi.
In terms of "Dancing with the Stars," I'm so glad I DVR'd the performance show, because then I wouldn't have something to watch while I write and edit names like "Uriarte." I'm also glad I didn't DVR the results show, because the moment Bergeron said that it was "shocking," I knew it was going to be like those "Idol" episodes that only air after someone quits the show, where no one actually gets kicked off.
They did a group dance routine with matching purple costumes. I don't know about you, but this is becoming more and more of a sideshow like every single week, and this week was no exception. Clowns! Disco Music! Funny Costumes! The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders!
For shame, America. Jerry would've been kicked off if it wasn't for Sara Evans' terrible ordeal. He's the best thing about this show! Otherwise, what is there to say? I don't like Monique terribly much, and, now that all the blandos, like Willa and Vivica, aren't on the show anymore, it's all in your hands to keep the momentum going.
I'm sick of Joey. There, I said it. I can't stand the finger points. When he's dancing? If you watched the show, or, at least, catch the clips on "Entertainment Tonight," you so know what I mean. When he beckons to his professional partner all, "You no lead, I so lead. I am the best damn dancer on ABC television, and who are you? Nothing!" It's obnoxious and cocky. Joey strikes me as a guy who lives for the Jive. Perhaps because it's all presentational, and allows for more jazz hands and kicky gymnastics - a serious no-no according to Bruno Tomioli. No wonder the judges seem to have it out for him. I think he just likes anything that forces him to face the audience and play straight out to them, as opposed to looking his partner right in the eye, and thus having to share the spotlight with them.
Did you see how grim his wife looked when they showed the video of him rehearsing with his partner? I still can't get over the fact that they let him sing. There should be serious demerits for that. Joey is trying too hard to be the next Peterman. And he isn't even doing it the right way. When John O'Hurley was on the show, he wasn't just a master showman. He at least played by the rules! Joey still hasn't figured out the rest of the equation.
He did a routine to "Father Figure," and he wore a white linen dashiki, and it was creepy as all get out, but the judges loved it anyway, so, what do I know about this show? I know that it's a quite entertaining idea to show the audience examples of how the dancers do what they do at the beginning of the show, like they did this week. Sort of a living "User's Guide" to "Dancing with the Stars." If the hardcore dancers on Tuesday night weren't so captivating, I would've blinked and sworn that Harry Hamlin was still on the show.
Although? Sara? Why would you address the very serious reasons you left the show in a soft interview segment with the Bergeron? That's like telling Ralph Garman that you can't be around the "Joe Schmoe" cast anymore because you suffer from serious agoraphobia and have to leave the show to seek therapy. I liked when they brought out her professional partner to give her a nice hug. At least some good came out of this. She even got her ex-dance partner to choreograph her latest tour. Sure, it's still kind of classy that they did this for her...in that they kept the set totally silent and didn't pump in any maudlin show music. If this had been any other episode, she would have been involuntarily forced to waltz tearfully to an Earth, Wind, and Fire song.
And, yeah. Neck Smith? He's okay. But here's where I would make some crack about the woman whose name wasn't Ulli (you see how behind I am, people?) and what her husband thought of her collection, followed by some hastily uploaded photograph of Albert Einstein sticking his tongue out.
It's Thursday and I don't want to do much of anything.
Anyway, long story short: I had to get my computer disinfected after a virus pretty much shut it down. What it leaves me with now is a very primitive form of Microsoft Windows and the latent fear that this will probably happen again if I am not careful with the particular web sites I visit on this computer.
All things considered, if I'm updating remotely, this site will probably be back to what it was: hyperlinks, pictures, videos, downloads...but I just can't run the risk on this machine, and that means it's back to the one thing that got me registering with Blogger in the first place and pretty much the only thing that keeps me sane: Good old hypertext and the power of storytelling.
If you don't get an obscure reference...y'know.
Otherwise, everything's great. I'm happy about Helena Bonham Carter (do it!) and if this whole "Dancing with the Stars" thing doesn't work out, I'm thinking that this could open a whole new door in the realm of Broadway stuntcasting. Can't you just see it? Mario Lopez as...Adolpho!!
I don't like typos. Which is a shame, because the Windows overhaul saddled me with a dated version of Microsoft WORD. Heaven forbid Autocorrect forces me to fix a typo about someone named "Sarah Urinate." On the plus side, I have never been more in touch with my inner Grammar Nazi.
In terms of "Dancing with the Stars," I'm so glad I DVR'd the performance show, because then I wouldn't have something to watch while I write and edit names like "Uriarte." I'm also glad I didn't DVR the results show, because the moment Bergeron said that it was "shocking," I knew it was going to be like those "Idol" episodes that only air after someone quits the show, where no one actually gets kicked off.
They did a group dance routine with matching purple costumes. I don't know about you, but this is becoming more and more of a sideshow like every single week, and this week was no exception. Clowns! Disco Music! Funny Costumes! The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders!
For shame, America. Jerry would've been kicked off if it wasn't for Sara Evans' terrible ordeal. He's the best thing about this show! Otherwise, what is there to say? I don't like Monique terribly much, and, now that all the blandos, like Willa and Vivica, aren't on the show anymore, it's all in your hands to keep the momentum going.
I'm sick of Joey. There, I said it. I can't stand the finger points. When he's dancing? If you watched the show, or, at least, catch the clips on "Entertainment Tonight," you so know what I mean. When he beckons to his professional partner all, "You no lead, I so lead. I am the best damn dancer on ABC television, and who are you? Nothing!" It's obnoxious and cocky. Joey strikes me as a guy who lives for the Jive. Perhaps because it's all presentational, and allows for more jazz hands and kicky gymnastics - a serious no-no according to Bruno Tomioli. No wonder the judges seem to have it out for him. I think he just likes anything that forces him to face the audience and play straight out to them, as opposed to looking his partner right in the eye, and thus having to share the spotlight with them.
Did you see how grim his wife looked when they showed the video of him rehearsing with his partner? I still can't get over the fact that they let him sing. There should be serious demerits for that. Joey is trying too hard to be the next Peterman. And he isn't even doing it the right way. When John O'Hurley was on the show, he wasn't just a master showman. He at least played by the rules! Joey still hasn't figured out the rest of the equation.
He did a routine to "Father Figure," and he wore a white linen dashiki, and it was creepy as all get out, but the judges loved it anyway, so, what do I know about this show? I know that it's a quite entertaining idea to show the audience examples of how the dancers do what they do at the beginning of the show, like they did this week. Sort of a living "User's Guide" to "Dancing with the Stars." If the hardcore dancers on Tuesday night weren't so captivating, I would've blinked and sworn that Harry Hamlin was still on the show.
Although? Sara? Why would you address the very serious reasons you left the show in a soft interview segment with the Bergeron? That's like telling Ralph Garman that you can't be around the "Joe Schmoe" cast anymore because you suffer from serious agoraphobia and have to leave the show to seek therapy. I liked when they brought out her professional partner to give her a nice hug. At least some good came out of this. She even got her ex-dance partner to choreograph her latest tour. Sure, it's still kind of classy that they did this for her...in that they kept the set totally silent and didn't pump in any maudlin show music. If this had been any other episode, she would have been involuntarily forced to waltz tearfully to an Earth, Wind, and Fire song.
And, yeah. Neck Smith? He's okay. But here's where I would make some crack about the woman whose name wasn't Ulli (you see how behind I am, people?) and what her husband thought of her collection, followed by some hastily uploaded photograph of Albert Einstein sticking his tongue out.
It's Thursday and I don't want to do much of anything.
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