mad things

I love celebrity Jeopardy week because it makes me feel so smart!

Why is it that folks cannot understand medium coffee with cream? How hard is it to get that order correct? You put the coffee in the cup, you add a little half n half, you put the top on the cup. No sugar, no splenda, no sweet n low. Jebus, I’m not talking rocket science here.

If there’s going to be torture and I have to pay for it, can I at least be the master?

Did I mention how much I hate going to the dentist? Time to take some Tylenol 3 and hope for oblivion.

apologies to the artist – this was re-tumblr’ed too many times for me to discover the artist

The past two weeks have been pretty stressful. I had some medical tests that I thought for certain were going to be bad but yesterday the results came back and all is good. So yes, I will be grateful for this day. And tomorrow.

I wonder if I could make a lot of money being a poker consultant for the television studios. Obviously there’s a lot a poker being played in LA but it seems like every depiction of it on tv is done badly. Where are the poker consultants when they are filming these scenes? Bad bad bad!

Is it wrong of me on this day when I should be eternally grateful for all I’ve been blessed with, to hate everyone and everything about this world?

And why exactly is Franklin sitting by himself?

Guided By Voices followed by Neutral Milk Hotel on my ipod makes me smile.

Listen to more GBV songs

Listen to more NMH songs

Why do remakes typically suck? And am I the only person who hates the term “reboot” for remake?

I watched the first installment of The Prisoner remake last night and was going to list all of my complaints with it but Charlie Jane Anders from io9.com sums it up pretty well.

All I can say is thank god for Ian McKellen, the only jewel in this production.

Continuing with Iron Maiden from yesterday, here’s their song The Prisoner for your enjoyment:

Is it a double standard if I like this:

but hate this:

Maybe it’s because now we have to go outside and paint over the tags.

I’m trying hard not to visit any of my friends’ blogs because I don’t want to find out who won the World Series of Poker before I watch the final table on Tuesday.

The temptation is sometimes too much. Must not click…