soprano's, that-whore-meredith, and...

the west wing! yes-siree-bob. mommy and daddy enjoyed more than a little slice of tv heaven last night, but, since daddy's already blabbed blogged about this stuff, i guess i won't.

ha! just kidding! if i don't make any mention of 'em, i won't have anything to write about today! no, wait, that's not quite true. mommy's been watching that f*ckface former fema director, the oh-so-very-narcissistic michael yer-doin'-a-heck-of-a-job-brownie brown, on c-span for the past little while, and is getting angrier by the minute. not that she doesn't begrudgingly applaud his better-late-than-never efforts to right the terrible wrongs of the post-hurricane katrina emergency response efforts, mind you, but she keeps wondering out loud (very loud) does this f*ckface guy ever take responsibility for anything? so far, based on her wild-eyed look and the fairly mild-yet-constant stream of obscenities coming out of her mouth, the answer seems to be holy-crap-what-a-big-douche-bag-a*sface-s*ttyf*cksh*t no. so, here's what i want to say to f*ckface michael yer-doin'-a-heck-of-a-job-brownie brown: point every freaking finger and toe you own, buddy, but start by pointing them at yourself. and then, if you really want to make a difference, give congress grounds to actually do something pro-active regarding the ineptitude of those you worked for. accountability is all well-and good, but, seriously dude, it starts with ... you. a**hole.

whoa... where'd that come from? yikesies... oh wait, i think i know. mommy and daddy watched the first episode of the new season of the sopranos last night... and i don't know if you know this or not, but on that show? those mother-f*ckers use a lot of mother-f*cking bad language! stupid c*cksuckers. (y'know... after you watch/listen for awhile, your vocabulary kind of becomes infused with these kinds of worms--its something i like to call: obscenity osmosis). i don't think there was a hell of a lot going on last night, basically it looked like a bunch of balding fat guys eating bad pasta/good sushi/lead. since, mommy and daddy were huge fans in the early years, i'm sure they'll keep watching, but i do know they hope the storyline moves along in a more goddamn-motherf*cking cohesive fashion than it did last night.

scariest soprano moment? for mommy, it was when janice (played by the very talented/beefy aida turturro) allowed her 18 month old baby to suckle on her rock 'n roll tongue tattoo'd teat. imagine the nightmares that kid's gonna have. (and, ps... wasn't that little time travel montage supposed to account for past 2 years? or, basically the length of time the show's been on hiatus? so then, how in the world does janice have an 18 month old baby??? is it supposed to be bobby's?? ooh ooh... is it richie's??? nah... that'd be way too creepy. right?)

moving right along... can we talk about grey's anatomy and that sluttywhoreslut, meredith? what the mcf*ck is up with her? the stupidstupidstupid slutty dope finally managed to forge a mcfriendly relationship with mcdreamy only to blow it all to mcpieces when she opened up to him about her incredibly stupid/ selfish/ slutty behavior, i.e. having bad sex with boy-george, which means that now mcdreamy knows mcmeredith is, in fact, a mcwhore. i'm pretty freaking mcsure she can now kiss her mcdream of another mcrelationship with mcdreamy... goodbye.

and, finally... i've never told you this, but mommy and daddy loveloveloved the west wing back when aaron sorkin was still writing each tasty and brilliant episode...so much so, that, when he left, they almost did, too. fortunately for mommy and daddy and/or nbc, they stuck it out through the right-leaning-crappy-story-line years and were rewarded with some pretty darn good episodes over the past year an a half. they think the producers were probably correct to cancel the show after john spencer died, because the show without leo would never be the same. what am i saying here? how the hell should i know? i've completely lost my train of thou...no.. heh heh... here it is: i'm saying that mommy and daddy enjoyed last night's episode of the west wing, (they've been wondering how long it would take before josh & donna finally started to acknowledge their feelings for each other) and they plan to savor every last hi-def moment... right through to the bitter (tho, if santos--aka jimmy smitts--wins, that'd be pretty sweet) end.

as long as i'm on the subject (sort of) i have it on good authority that mommy & daddy wish someone would hire aaron sorkin to script things for the real west wing... 'course they know that's just silly, 'cuz that would mean there'd be folks americans actually trusted callin' the shots from the white house. folks americans actually wanted to believe in. and, when called upon to do so, folks who'd actually take responsibility when they f*ck things up. in other words, it would be a west wing 180 degrees different from the one we have right now. (tho'... wouldn't that make it the east wing?)

"Politicians are people who, when they see light at the end of the tunnel, go out and buy some more tunnel." ~ John Quinton