Thursday night TV is pissing me off. What used to be "Must See TV" night is now "Can't See" TV night. At 8:00 p.m., I had to choose from: the second-to-last episode of That 70's Show, the second-to-last episode of Will & Grace, the second--to-last episode of Survivor Panama and the season finale of Smallville. I don't own enough TiVos to cover it, and the extra TV in the kids' playroom just turned into a black and white all of a sudden. Luckily, the 9:00 hour was great, especially with an awesome season finale for The Office. More luckily, next week there will be no more Survivor and Smallville will be into reruns, so I can tape Will & Grace and watch That 70's Show. I have a feeling both will disappoint me.
California is about to pass a bill requiring that the contributions of gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transgendered people be included in school textbooks. Parents are freaking out in some places, but I don't care, because I pay a small fortune to give my kids a private education that teaches them values more consistent with my own that with Sheila Kuehl's. Still, I find the bill a bit absurd. Why do we need to specify the inclusion of gays in history? The standard answers have included: because being gay is something you are born with; because gay students are harassed at school; and because gay students need to read positive things about gay people as gay role models. To which I have this response: students with Tourette's Syndrome have all of those issues, too, but we don't see the legislature mandating historical discussions of persons with Tourette's Syndrome. [Update: Or albinos] Why not? And do we really need to make sure textbooks include a discussion about allegedly great American transgendered people? Honestly, what contributions have transgendered persons made that would warrant inclusion in a history book? And don't tell me that the reason I don't know is because it wasn't in my textbooks. I'm old enough to have read about any newsworthy transgendered persons in the newspaper. None of them are worthy of a place in a history book.
I read this morning about some sort of oil blast in Nigeria that killed a bunch of people. I feel bad for those dead people and their families, but my more immediate concern is that this is going to cost me another dime a gallon at the pumps, plus add an extra five junk emails to my in box. Welcome to my myopia.
I'm on the Mighty Ducks bandwagon. After skipping an entire season, the NHL fell off my radar. However, with Anaheim in the conference finals after sweeping their second round series (when was the last time a 6-seed swept a second round series?), my interest level is way up. Plus, good tickets are still available, and will be even more available outside the Pond at game time. How lucky am I that nobody in Southern California gives a damn about hockey?
I'm still not on the Clippers bandwagon. The Clippers have a number one fan. His name is Carl Cook, and he's a homeless guy. Draw your own conclusions.
A storm over the Great Lakes has developed an eye. I'm expecting my favorite Notre Dame student, the famous blogging Weather Nerd, to comment any moment, if he hasn't done so already.
With all her money, you would think that Paris Hilton could splurge and get herself a decent nosejob. Ashlee Simpson apparently did. Until Paris gets that nose fixed, she will remain certifiably ugly, which makes her alleged romance with Matt Leinart an embarrassment to the university. Not the only one at the moment...
Which reminds me, some idiot decided to give O.J. Simpson a new pay-per-view TV show, called "Juiced," in which he performs wacky pranks such as trying to sell his white bronco at a used car lot. Supposedly, OJ didn't get paid for the appearance, which probably is code for "he got something under the table so Ron Goldman's dad wouldn't levy on it." I really wish this guy would just overdose get himself out of the public eye.
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