I figure that calling out other people’s stupidity means that I should call out my own. And I have many. When you’re accident prone, that’s the life. A few weeks ago I fell on some escalators (right at the top because, y’know, gravity wanted to say hi), I walked into a fence that I go past everyday last week, and stairs are always eventful. Yay me.
So, sometime during the past week, I took my foolishness to a whole new level. I was in the kitchen washing dishes at an ungodly hour. The light was on but the curtains were drawn so I could sort of see outside but not very well. After a while I looked up and saw a strange man in a suit just standing there watching me. I was freaked out and I calmly finished my washing and kept glancing up to see that the man was there. Eventually, I put the light off so I could see properly and the man was still there.
I looked closer and…
… I realised it was an advert for The Grand Tour. It happened to be physically placed on a van parked outside, hence why it seemed like some guy was just standing there staring into my window. The man in the suit was actually Richard Hammond’s waistcoat thing.
I felt like such an idiot. LOL. I was just cracking up in my kitchen like an utter loon because I was genuinely panicked by what I perceived to be this creepy man.Thank God I didn’t start tapping at the window and brandishing a wooden spoon.
12. Wait. You hate backtracking or you’re backtracking?
A little bit of both.
13. Fine. Let’s start with why you hate backtracking.
I don’t necessarily hate backtracking, I just find it an undesirable quality in certain people. You know, you spend hours trying to say, convince someone to stop using a particular cream that causes a rash. They argue and tell you you’re wrong and then…
Some time later they will inform you that the cream is the worst ever and act like you didn’t even say anything.
It’s basically backhand backtracking. At least own it! I won’t judge you. (more…)
I’ve decided that there’s no harm in talking about things that I don’t like, so welcome to my latest soon-to-be abandoned blog series. I’m also aware that it should be ‘who’ and not ‘that’ but I’m not changing the picture because I’m lazy.
Zoinks! Two years after a clash of egos forced Mystery Inc. to close its doors, Scooby-Doo and his clever crime-solving cohorts Fred (Freddie Prinze Jr.), Daphne (Sarah Michelle Gellar), Shaggy (Matthew Lillard) and Velma (Linda Cardellini) are individually summoned to Spooky Island to investigate a series of paranormal incidents at the ultra-hip Spring Break hot spot.
Rotten Tomatoes rating: 30%
Review excerpt: The acting is stiff, the story lacks all trace of wit, the sets look like they were borrowed from Gilligan’s Island — and the CGI Scooby might well be the worst special-effects creation of the year.(more…)
We open with the federal prosecutor giving a statement outside court. Apparently Lucious is a dangerous sociopath who shouldn’t be allowed in public. Oh, and she wants to be attorney general. #GOALS You would think that she would pick an easier target than someone that she herself admits is her sociopath – and someone who is overwhelmingly popular, but okay. I’mma let her finish.
Lucious is ready to reclaim his Empire. He makes some grand statement that I didn’t hear but I’m sure it’s the same as the last two and the same as the next three.
Over at Chateau Hakeem, his new girl, Valentina, is looking for her pants even though he has to be on Sway in the Morning. Cookie basically drags his ass out of there. Lil Hakeem’s Sway performance is actually kinda good. Apart from the random shirt grab – bruh this isn’t your music video. Lil H wants to call his group Mirage a Trois…
I’m not sure if it’s my computer but the recap proceeds at 2x the speed in certain parts, almost as if the writers don’t really want us to remember the…finer details.
Anyway, last season – lots of shit happened, but Cookie testified against someone and then Lucious ended up in jail. *dramatic music*
We open with a #FreeLucious concert. And then, Cookie emerges from a gorilla suit. That is, a gorilla suit…while trapped in a cage. She starts to talking about how the prison system is flawed and basically biased against young black men. The words all sound right and I agree but…she literally just emerged from a gorilla suit in a cage. I don’t think that went down very well when it aired, lol. It was a tad unnecessary.
Al Sharpton pops up. I won’t comment. Don Lemon pops up. Sigh.
Jamal sings at the concert, Lil Hakeem sort of raps. Cookie is doing some schmoozing and Andre looks…important. Meanwhile, Lucious does some light exercise in prison. Chris Rock is playing someone called Frank Gathers. He’s also in prison. Oooh. (more…)