I need to throw up a little Glee

I'm about to talk about last night's episode of Glee. If you have not watched it yet, then stop reading now.
SPOILERS ahead.

The episode was filled with so much sugar that it made me a little nauseous. This first half of season 3 has had its up and downs for me. Mostly ups. But this episode....
Let's start with why New Directions won over the other two glee clubs.
Ready.
New Directions sang 3 songs to the others 1 song. Makes no sense. 
Mike Chang's father finally sees his sons potential through those performances and miraculously changes his point of view, allowing his child to pursue his dream. Very Hallmark moment. Barf moment. That story line has repeatedly made me tear up and then they go and wrap it up so nice and tidy and blah blah blah....
Quinn finally showed some singing sass with the opening of Janet Jackson's Control, but then only sang back up. Lame. If that song is to represent her change, then let her damn well sing it. 
The ending was a bad Fame moment of hugging and laughing and singing, which generally I love, but this felt strangely forced and like an over sweetened chocolate pie that is inedible. 
There is another episode before Christmas break, but damn it, it's a Christmas episode. I'm sure only Christmas songs will be sang and I'm sorry world, not a huge fan of Christmas songs. 
All in all, I was left unsatisfied and feeling guilty, and not the kinda of lovely guilt that accompanies such programs as Gossip Girl. (Which, bravo GG, you are rocking this season out! Love you)

Anybody else feeling a little empty from last night's episode?
Bah humbug.

My Fail.

Ask me about any TV show (Dexter takes on religion!!), any movie, most music and I will have some opinion.
So, where's my fail? I read the headline recently that Amanda Knox was released from prison. In fact, I keep seeing this story in many media outlets. But, I have no freaking clue who Amanda Knox is or why she was in prison or why she was released.
I get the impression that her case was some media sensationalized trial, but I am ignorant on the details. And I don't seem to care enough to even look it up. Is that my laziness? Or is it an indication of the junk that is reported upon?

That's it. That's my fail for the day.
Also, did you know that there is a magazine for running/runners?
Yeah. A whole magazine dedicated to running. I think it is called Runners.

Damn, I'm good.

As predicted and hoped,( remember this post), The Playboy Club has been CANCELED!  :)
I shouldn't be so joyed, but I'm glad. Waste of TV space.

Damn you, Ryan Murphy!!!

All I wanted out of Glee was for Quinn to keep the pink hair. Or at least sing some kick ass song while sporting a nose ring and pink hair. Remember This? NEITHER happened! Damn you, Damn you, Damn you. 


Luckily, Kurt's BF sang Something's Coming, an all time favorite song from West Side Story. This was redeeming for me. And of course to see/hear Rachel Berry and her mom (the lovely Idina Menzel) sing is always a welcomed pleasure. 
But where the HELL did Santana go? She should be singing the greatest song from West Side Story, America! 

Come on Ryan Murphy! Where's the spontaneity of singing in the hallways, without autotune?  Two episodes in season 3 and I just feel 'eh' about it all. 

I do hope the West Side Story side story continues and they get a chance to sing every freakin' song, including Gee, Officer Krupke. 
Please don't fail me. Make my heart soar! 
Make Santana sing,
   " A boy like that who'd kill your brother,
            Forget that boy and find another,
            One of your own kind,
            Stick to your own kind! "


If pink hair on Quinn is out, then my new stance, my new passionate NEED, is to cast Santana in the West Side Story musical as  Anita!

Ryan Murphy? Are you there? It's me, Mindy. Please make my dreams come true. Amen.

The video is for those of you who may not know West Side Story as well as others. This is the movie performance of America, featuring Rita Morena as Anita. She won an Oscar for this role. She won my heart. 

 ps. Brittany is a bicorn! LOL.

Oops. Ticket.

Today, as I am driving back from visiting my parents, I got pulled over. Dum, dum, dum....
Right before I was going to get onto I20 a passing cop flipped a bitch and the lights came on. I was totally unsure if I was speeding or not. In fact, I was in a driving heaven. I had the last of my Starbucks coffee, Madonna blaring through my Ipod, my window rolled down and my hair flapping in the wind.  I had just emptied my bladder and I didn't seem to have a care in the world.

Maybe my happiness payed off. The officer was a very pleasant lady. She ran my DL and after a bit returned to my window to inform me that she was only going to give me a seat belt ticket, instead of a speeding ticket. (I almost NEVER wear a seat belt, but for some reason, on this driving day, the seat belt was in place. This is irony right?) 

After instructing me to get a Louisiana Driver's license and register my car in Louisana, (3 yrs. here and I've failed to do either, obviously.) she sent me on my way with a motherly's advice, "Be careful and slow down a bit."

And I did. And I made it home. And a seat belt ticket is only $25. Cheapest Lesson Learned. Thank you.

The Playboy Club = Showgirls....No, that's too kind

 I like watching pretty things; boys, girls, buildings, clothes...pretty things. Because of this I decided to watch The Playboy Club.  And by watch, I mean I got about 15 minutes in before my cat became more interesting.
Here's my "I only watched 15 minutes" Review:
    -Reminded me of a prequel to Showgirls, but more boring
        -The main guy, actor Eddie Cibrian (he's pretty), spent his time  on screen doing his best Don Draper impersonation. Fail.


I do hope this gets Canceled. 

Here's an actual review if you care to read from actual professionals. They gave the show a generous C+.
http://www.assignmentx.com/2011/tv-review-the-playboy-club-season-1-premiere-pilot/