Degrassi: Riley and Zane

OMG my Riley/Zane thing is out of control. I had a dream last night that I was Riley, and in college with Zane, but I'd been hit on the head and had partial amnesia, and had done something horrible to Zane and spent most of the dream trying to get him to forgive me and believe I had amnesia. Talk about a twisted plotline.

New Star Trek Trailer!

Very cool, we see Kirk and Spock as Kids.
I think it's weird that they are building the Enterprise on the ground, even if they do have gravity control. But I guess Abrams thought we've seen the Enterprise fly out of drydock enough times.

James Kyson Lee

Uber hottie James Kyson Lee was on CSI last night! Wasn't a big role, he played a Las Vegas cop/translator, so he got to use his native Korean language skills, though sadly not much opportunity to show off his other, um, assets.

Archie Kao

While lounging around last night, I caught a couple of episodes of CSI, and at the beginning of one I was delighted to see an Asian-American guy! Archie Kao plays Archie Johnson. To my horror though, one minute into the show he got blown up! Fortunately it was just a hypothetical situation, and we got to see more of him later. Now I may have to make a point of watching CSI more often. Oh and amusingly, he apparently has an extensive history on Power Rangers. Guess who's going on my wishlist?

Here are some pictures of him.

Park Tae Hwan!

I am so excited this Korean cutie won the silver, after already taking a gold. Let's face it, he was racing against Phelps last night; silver is the best he could have done.

Dan Savage is Full of it

Get your attention? Actually, I love Dan Savage; I have been reading his column Savage Love in The Stranger since the early days of the Seattle magazine, founded by old friends Will H. and Jonnie E. in I think the late 80's. Which I will get back to in a moment.

I just started listening to his interesting and entertaining podcasts. I'm a few weeks behind, but this morning at the gym I just listened to one where he started ranting about Wikipedia and how it got his age wrong: he is 34 not 43, and they must be dyslexic.

Um, I remember getting The Stranger mailed to me in Charlottesville; which I moved from in 1992. In fact I remember even joking with Jonnie that I'd love a date with Dan, and he said he told Dan and Dan said 'get me a plane ticket and you got a date.' I'm not sure if Jonnie was pulling my leg or not. However, Dan, the math is inescapable. I know your partner Terry is about 10 years younger than you and he's 34 now. Even if I was only reading Savage Love in 1992, you would be 18; and I'm pretty sure it went on for a few years before that. So I guess you were writing a sex advice column when you were like, 15?

Surely you're not embarrassed about your age! You look great... for 43. ;-)

Coincidence or subconscious?

I saw in the Washington Post this morning that Justin Timberlake was hosting the ESPY Awards tomorrow night on ESPN (a channel I actually have deactivated from my TiVo lineup) and that he is impersonating Jessica Simpson. That would almost make it worthwhile to watch a sports-awards show, I thought.

Then about halfway through spin class today, I realized that I had--totally without thinking--picked the one mix out of about forty that included both Jessica Simpson (singing "These Boots" no less) and Justin Timberlake.

Weird, huh?

Sigh.

I'm still watching clips from the American Idol Finale! When will it stop? (You can skip to about 3:45 in this one to get to the beginning of Get Ready, and see the cute dancing boys fling themselves about.)

Introspective

Last night's spin class was actually not bad; though the highlight was actually seeing once again the guy who subbed the class right before mine: this cute, tall, dark-skinned Chinese guy, L. He's always nice enough, but he was friendlier than usual yesterday; even chatty. I haven't seen him much lately; I used to see him every Saturday because he taught a kickboxing class right before my spin class, but now he is in grad school out of town somewhere and I only run into him once in awhile when he's back for the summer. Anyway, though he is pretty butch, I always had a feeling... so I did a little Facebook research and sure enough, there are pictures of him looking all cute with his (white) boyfriend.

Sigh.

More Dreams

I wonder what is causing these dreams lately. Last night I dreamed of John R., my (very hot) half-Japanese former co-worker. It was a better dream than last night, but still weird. After watching 3 episodes of Battlestar Galactica last night, you'd think I'd dream of Gaeta...

I am an Archangel

I quit my job, dropped my spin classes, and all I do is watch the American Idol finale over and over and over again! Okay, the first two aren't really true, but I do keep watching all the cheestastic group numbers. I even like the chicks with Donna Summer!

But the George Michael medley was absolutely brilliant. Everyone looked great in their various formalwear. And the lyrics assignments were totally inspired, from alleged gay stripper/lap dancer David Hernandez on Father Figure singing "For just one moment, to be bold..." and then whispering with a huge grin "... and naked." then back to singing " At your side." Like 'You know I was a lap dancer, and I know you know, so let's just have fun with it!'

And even better, on Freedom, Archedorable wiggling his hips and belting out "Heaven knows I was just a young boy,
Didn't know what I wanted to be," and Cook following with "I was every little hungry schoolgirl's pride and joy, And I guess it was enough for me!" Then turning on his heel and strutting away from the camera.

Brilliant!

So anyway, the Archuleta fans are called Archeys, or Archangels, according to rickey.org, self appointed expert on all things Archuleta.

Archedorable

I only watched the last 15 minutes of last night's elimination show, and I haven't watched the last several years of Idol, so I didn't know they played the grouping trick before, but I thought it was still so darn cute that when Seacrest tried to make little David choose a group, he just kind of plopped down on the floor where he was.

Hilarious reviews here and here

Barack; and Pope Dreams

And it's not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy toward people who aren't like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.
--Barack Obama

You know, as someone who used to live in central Virginia and surrounded by some pretty rural areas, I think he is totally right. It just wasn't the most prudent thing in the world to say out loud.

In other news, I had totally weird dreams about the Pope last night. I'll do the surreal details later if I have time.

And on Idol last night, what was up with tarting-up little David Archedorable? Isn't he a little young for those tight leather pants?

Ow, ow, ow

I did weights again yesterday afternoon, and for the first time in a long time I did the exercises that work the inside and outside of your legs... the adductors and abductors maybe? Anyway my hips and the insides of my thighs are sore! At least there was nice scenery at the gym, the little Latino boy who is the locker room housekeeper was working out. He has an amazing body. ;-)

I probably shouldn't have walked to work this morning (50 minutes!) but it was nice and cool, and I really need to ramp up the exercise (and cut my intake of course).

Disappointment

Well, my meeting with the old friend from 10 years ago was cancelled because of press schedules. But I've been told I'll get to go up there sometime soon.

So much to do this weekend! Taxes, work on the writing project... But there is some fun planned for Sunday. I'm looking forward to that.

From the past...

There's a guy I used to work with (and drink with) like 10 years ago; we were friends, and I had a little bit of a crush on him. He's half-Japanese (surprise) and had that unusual handsome look that half-asians sometimes have. He also did a hilarious 'Mr Burns' voice from Simpsons. As far as I know he's str8, though I always had my suspicions

Well I'm going to a press check this afternoon where he works now. I haven't seen him in over a decade. I've talked to him on the phone a couple of times, and I'm told by a mutual friend who sees him all the time that he looks just the same. She also says he asks about me. Still, I'm kind of nervous about this.

My new spin class went okay last night; not so many people, but it is just starting up. And whew, I had forgotten how crazy that club is on a weeknight, especially early in the week. There were a ton of cute 20 and 30-something Asian guys, all in nice shape, of just about every variation in appearance. I kept getting distracted because at this club, the back of the spin room is glass, and I can see right through to the free weights area.

I woke up this morning and had a half hour to just lie in bed and dose and enjoy that nice warm feeling...

Observer Redux

Loyal readers (I know there are a few of you still out there) will remember my obsession with Mysterious Asian Man a few years back. Actually I wouldn't call it an obsession; but there was just something compelling and interesting about him to me.

Today at the G-town club I encountered a totally different guy, who nevertheless was fascinating to observe as he got dressed. I felt a little bad because when I first saw him as I walked into the locker room, he was kind of stumbling as he pulled on his boxer shorts. That's always embarrassing: losing your balance when your pulling on your underwear. He was a young white guy, maybe in his mid-20's, short, a little stocky, with nearly-black hair, very dark eyes and fair skin. I wondered what his racial background might be with that combination.

I tried to make it a point not to stare, but there was something about the extra-careful, but sort of fretting way he was dressing that made me wonder if this was not a typical routine for him, like maybe he was preparing for an interview. He had a huge clear plastic travel bag of toiletries. He was dressing in a suit, and when he put his pants on, the right-rear pocket was inside out. I was tempted to warn him, but the next time I looked he'd fixed it himself. Then he combed his previously-wild hair (not a very flattering style) and spent an inordinate amount of time at the mirror arranging the odd white-with-orange-trim handkerchief in his breast pocket. All through this he kept glancing over at me (while I was changing into my spin gear, not with an expression like he thought I was staring, but more curious. Finally he put on a pair of tennis shoes (I assume he had dress shoes to change into). Finally, in a kind of cute boyish gesture, he stood on the bench on his toes to see up to the back of the shelf in his locker and fished out a wallet or something. I was half-afraid he was going to tip the bench over. Well wherever he was headed, I hope it goes well for him.

In other news, I think I must have a sinus infection. It's been nearly two weeks, and I still have a cough and drainage, and when I get home at night I pretty much go to bed and go right to sleep. I'm gonna take my sister's advice and try to do the neti pot more often, and if not better next week, maybe see if the Dr. thinks it might be bacterial and need antibiotics.

Idol

Well the Professionals Moraes on TV and EW, and also Mac
say it better than me, but I want to mention three things:

1. Simon's telling comment to Archedorable after his disappointing performance: "I bet you didn't pick that song. It's not you." And by David's faltering smile and rapid eye-blinks I would say that Simon was on the money. Who picked it then? Perhaps his evil controlling father? David, please take dance lessons or stick to what you know. And stop with the cutesy mouthing of the phone number while Seaquest announces it. It's not cute any more. Thanks.

2. Country Skank totally playing the patriot card with that sickening 'Proud to be an American' song. I wanted to puke. How calculating.

3. I miss the stripper.

I was going to vote for Archedorable out of pity, but I fell asleep halfway through the show (I woke up at 4:30 am and watched the rest). I'm still definitely not completely over whatever this bug is.

Spin Torture

Still have R. on my mind, which is a bad thing. Meanwhile I need to decide if I want to take on another spin class. It's Monday nights at 7:30. In a way it would be good to get me out of the house in the evening, and it's late enough that it's unlikely to interfere with work. The extra money and a class 'cushion' wouldn't hurt either, since you need a minimum of 3 a week to keep a free membership, and this would bring me up to 4. Decisions, decisions.

I got in bed last night at 8, thinking I would do a little reading, and boom I was out cold within a few minutes. So I slept 10 hours. Guess I'm still recovering. I do still have a bit of a lingering nasty wet cough.

Blah

Where does the weekend go? Actually I did get some stuff done, some scanning and miscellaneous other junk. I even made it to work out Sunday afternoon--I needed to get out for awhile. Saturday, though around 3 pm I was hit by a real bad bout of depression. I'm sure R calling had something to do with it. I posted something in the Secret Diary. Anyway, I was in such a bad state that there was nothing for it but to crawl in bed and pull the covers up, so I did.