My friend who is seven time zones away checked out the blog and gave me some feedback. Since she hasn’t seen the latest season of 24, the conversation went something like this:
Ricky’s still so cute!!
You wouldn’t have thought so if you saw him choke a bitch on 24.
Was it autoerotic asphyxiation?
No, he was torturing her.
You don’t have a picture of that. You have a cute picture up.
I then explained that the episode aired about 6 weeks ago, when I didn’t have this blog. As such, I didn’t make screen caps or save the episode, because 24 has been kind of sucking lately (not hard, but just enough to annoy me, more on that in a bit). I did try to find screen caps of the torture scene, but didn’t come across any. I did find a video that has clips of the scene, but it’s kind of taken out of context.
So I’m watching Grease 2 on Cinemax right now. I haven’t seen it in years, and I never realized how fucking perverted it is. This is a hornier sequel than American Pie 2. It’s also kind of better. Maybe it isn’t. The closer it gets to the end, the more it starts to unravel; but it’s nearly impossible to dislike a movie in which a dude is so horny, he not only fakes a “nuclear-oid” war in order to get laid, he has the audacity to serenade his girl with a song assuring her that giving up the pussy is not slutty in the least, but is, in fact, patriotic and in the best interests of no less than The New York Yankees!
I get why they’re all so hot and bothered. The cast of Grease 2 is definitely sexy with a capital SEX. Michelle Pfeiffer is hotter than hell in this. I thought that my memory had exaggerated how hot she was singing Cool Rider, but watching the movie as a grown man, I find myself with a bigger crush on her than I had as a kid. When she climbs to the top of that ladder. . .
There isn’t any subtext in this movie whatsoever; there’s a musical number called Reproduction which actually contains the lyric:
Mr. Stewart, is it true that guys like you
You know, mature and all,
Carry some protection with them,
For sexual occasions?!?
Well, I finally got a blog. I never wanted one before; since I have plenty of friends, I never really felt the need to vent to strangers. Lately, though, my work schedule has been a little varied, and as such my sleeping pattern has also varied. Since I have a TiVo, I am able to watch my shows at my leisure, so it’s cool, except that when real off the wall shit happens, I like to call my friends and tell them to flip it on. My sleep pattern has been making me kind of punchy; I tend to get so absorbed by what I’m watching that I forget it’s recorded. Over the last few weeks this has been a source of friction with my friends, as I tend to call them in the middle of the night yelling stuff like, “Holy shit! Locke’s Pop is Sawyer’s Moby Dick!!” or “Holy shit! Ricky Schroder is choking a bitch!!”
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