The Week in Pop Culture

• The "new" Office this week was a clip show.  It actually wasn't so bad, and I admire their restraint in waiting so long to do one.  Friends did a clip show in, like, season two.
• Painful: Julianne Moore's wicked bad, bad Boston accent in 30 Rock.  Oh, just BAD.  Didn't someone have the heart to take her aside and tell her?
• Madonna in the Dolce & Gabbana print ads: Yikes.  Her lips are puffed out beyond recognition, and her face has that plastic filled-in look.  This kind of work is just so obvious.
  
• I don't care, I'm still not planning to see Avatar.
• Last season was the most boring Project Runway ever, but I'm giving it another chance.  It's back in New York, which helps a lot, and Michael (salute) and Nina (wave) appear to be back on as regulars.  Tim just seems to be getting crankier and crankier with every passing season, though.
• Flight of the Conchords Season Two, Disc One has now been in my home for 30 days and I have yet to watch it. 

Bad.

Simpsons parody of Mad Men

I'm currently in the middle of a Mad Men Season 2 Netflix marathon. Pure bliss.

Since none of the moments on the show are really YouTube worthy, here is the completely awesome Simpsons take on it. Maybe I should start watching this show again.

Daniel Franco, where did you go?

We can't stop singing this song.

We totally should have gone to see Daniel V. when he was at Rakestraw!

What Happened to Andre?

Tim Gunn is a good sport.

I would totes go to Red Lobster with any of these people, fo' sho.

He's Our Little Lamb

Sweetie and I are enjoying a Project Runway marathon, so he'll be caught up by the time the next season debuts on August 20 (remember: it's moving from Bravo to Lifetime Television for Women). So glad we have cable now!

By far the best part of Season Two is Santino Rice imitating Tim Gunn.

Thursday Night

Wow, sad news about Michael Jackson. I always thought that maybe he had one more comeback in him. What a sad life. But he did leave behind a lot of great music. Prince vs. Michael Jackson nights at Madrone Lounge will never be the same.

Speaking of which, the news called Thriller one of the bestselling records of all time. I Googled the list to see what #1 is - it's The Eagles Greatest Hits. Looking at the rest of the list, I said "Hey, a lot of these are Greatest Hits records. So maybe that's what new artists should do - just come out with a Greatest Hits album right away!'

Sweetie just looked at me. "You're starting to sound like Michael Scott."

He's so right. And to think, we didn't even watch The Office tonight because it was pre-empted by the Michael Jackson and Farrah tribute show! Oh, well - at least it's better than when I was in the middle of a Curb Your Enthusiasm Netflix marathon, and found myself being a little belligerent with people a la Larry David.

RIP, King of Pop.

Movie Night

Sweetie and I stayed in and watched Annie Hall last night. I haven't seen it in years. When we got the the "Gimme a Kiss" scene, he said that he had considered doing that on our first alone date. In retrospect, I'm glad he didn't. I probably would have thought he was weird.

Another great scene I wish I could find the clip of: cut to a young Jeff Goldblum on the phone at a California party, saying "I forgot my mantra."