Prince Charming

while watching an episode of Charmed (Season Six):

Stephen: why is "Evil Wyatt" so much hotter than "Good Wyatt"?
CawfeeGuy: evil is always hotter than good...
S: but why?
CG: i dunno...it's the whole temptation thing...you wanna sleep with Evil, you wanna bring Good home to your mother.
S: hm. Evil swallows.
CG: yeah. With Good you have to play "Just the Tip".

<-Good Wyatt Evil Wyatt->

neither picture does either actor justice

I'd Like to Thank the Academy...

for another waste of 3 and half hours.

Even Jon Stewart seemed to notice how stale, un-funny, and un-interesting the show was. endless and pointless montages (did they really need to show us all 79 former Best Actors, Best Actresses, and Best Pictures?), poorly performed songs (Kristen Chenowerth should be ashamed), lackluster acceptance speeches and bad jokes (Halle Berry vs Dame Judy?) made this one of the most forgetable Oscar shows i've ever sat through (second only to the year David Letterman hosted). granted, i didn't see any of the movies that were nominated for any of the awards, but still...the show itself was just dull. i guess we can blame the writer's strike. on the plus side i do want on seeing La Vie en Rose and Juno.

i regret staying up past my usual bedtime of 10 pm and not watching season three of Charmed (Shannon is finally dead and they've replaced her with Rose McGowan who's quite a little spitfire and not a half bad actress).

Another Charming Weekend

another nice, chill weekend; r & r, laundry, food shopping. mostly it was sitting around, basking in the warm glow of our latest DVD obsession, Charmed (a series that can best be described as the not-so-thinking-man's Buffy).

The writing is akin to that found bad comic books and 2nd grade plays, the acting is slightly more believable than gay porn, but the cast looks fabulous and i'm pretty sure that back in the day it was used mostly as a platform to show the world that little Samantha Micelli (Alyssa Milano) has finally grown up and now has fantastic abs. i vaguely remember that somewhere down the line Shannon Doherty gets whacked, and honestly i can't wait. not so long ago MS pointed out to me that she's got one eye which is significantly higher than the other and now it's all i can see when i watch her "act" (well, that and the rather large expanse of ribcage residing between her breasts which appear to be coming from under her arms; why they kept putting her in "cleavage tops" is beyond me since Audrey Hepburn had more cleavage than poor old Hammerhead Doherty). it's fun watching how many ways she can manage to cock her head to one side to create the illusion that both eyes are level. i don't think i'd mind her character so much if she wasn't such blatant regurgitation of Brenda Whats-her-face from 90210 only with telekinesis; in short she's a royal bitch for no apparent reason. i'm not sure how she dies, but i hope it's painful.

anyway, we just started season two and despite the previous paragraph and the complete lack of any gay characters (though the show is set in San Francisco) , i'm enjoying it immensely. it's a nice change of pace from the comparatively weightier shows we usually watch on DVD, like Charlie's Angels and Fantasy Island.

"Where's Buffy when you need her?"~ Phoebe Halliwell (Alyssa Milano)