Another vice rides into the sunset

Sigh. Sad. Another one of my youthful indulgences looks like it's biting the dust. It appears that my body just can't tolerate sodas any more. I mean the regular, full-calorie versions. If I drink a can of Coke or Dr. Pepper, it just seems to screw me up no end. My blood sugar just goes all wonky. My vision gets blurry. I feel tired and bogged down and rotten. I'm pretty sure it's the unuadulterated high-fructose corn syrup that's jacking with my metabolism.

And I luuuuvvv soda. I love the bite. I love the sweet. I love the way when you take a big swallow it's like the bubbles scrape down the back of your throat. And, of course, the caffeine buzz. I grew up on peanuts and Coke as a big treat. And I think Dr. Pepper may be the Official Drink of the State of Texas (non-alcoholic division). I get chills up my arms when I hear the sound of a soda can being opened. There's just not one thing I don't love. Aside from the fact that it makes me feel like unholy hell afterward.

I tried to keep sodas as a treat - you know, if I cut back calories here, I can have a Coke later today - but even then, I end up feeling like caca. Just not worth the pain. And diet soda is just not an option for me. Even if I can get over the taste (a big if), artificial sweetners give me headaches. Luckily, I do like club soda. All the fizzy, none of the corn sweetner. But, it's just not the full soda experience. Good. But not as good.

So this is just one more thing that I lose on the road to old. Like being able to do the splits or wearing ultra-low-rise pants without a muffin top explosion. Another little bit of youth sliding away. Sigh.

The Fall Crop

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/08/27/AR2008082703427.html

Okay, two points.

Actually, first Lisa de Moraes from the Washington Post is probably one of the funniest TV reviewers out there. Though, going by this column, I think she may need to take a vacation - hating everyone and everything is not a good sign. Even in a TV reviewer.

But, to return to my salient points:

One - The return of Cupid: I don't know how this happened, but I'm all for it. The original Cupid from back in the 90s, starring Jeremy Piven and pitilessly cancelled by some evil, pointy-headed TV exec, was golden. And whenever I talk about good shows that got cancelled without getting a fair shot, Cupid is on the list. And evidently, the same show is being given another chance. And with the lovely and talented Bobby Canavale, I'm hoping it's got a fighting chance. The premise is that this guy thinks he's the real Cupid. Everybody else thinks he's nuts. Heartwarming hilarity ensues. It was well written and had some snappy dialogue. And I'm looking forward to it. [And speaking of brilliant but cancelled shows, Mr. Network Executive, can we give Profit another try? Please? Please??]

And on to point

Two - Nathan Fillian in Castle. I think everybody needs to get together to get behind this show. Nathan needs one in the win column. It seems like as soon as I've figured out he's in a new show, it gets cancelled. And we cannot have him labeled Nielsen box poison. No actor deserves it less. If a show he's on goes down, it's not because he isn't working his ass off. So personally, I say everybody should watch Castle. Even if it's, through no fault of Fillian's, so bad that it makes your ears ring and your eyeballs bleed. We cannot let him go down with another ship.

Otherwise, I haven't heard much about this fall season that's made my ears prick up. Y'all heard of anything?

Little things

It's funny how stupid little differences can make you like something better. Do green M&Ms taste different? No. But I still like them best. Maybe it's that green is my favorite color, and green M&Ms are a near perfect shade. Maybe it's that the green ones "make you horny", ant that still makes me laugh. Maybe it's that they seem to be slightly more rare in your average bag. Whatever. Though I love all M&Ms, I just relish those green ones a tiny bit more.

And there's a paper clip on my desk that I rescued out of a jar. Why? It's tiny. Just smaller than a standard small clip. Don't know where it came from. And it's not technically different than other paper clips. It wil will probably hold about as many sheets. It's not special really. It's just that it's cute. And I'm saving it. Will I have some super-duper special project that will need an extra cute paper clip? Unlikely. I'm only keeping it because I like it. Eventually, I'll run out of the regular, not cute kind, and I'll have to use my special paper clip. And I'll be a little sad when it's gone.

Proud Mary

Project Runway Spoiler Level Red: Pretty spoily, unless you've been paying attention to the last 3 episodes. In which case, you knew who's butt was getting jettisoned this week. Because, when a designer shows a major case of his design writing hubris checks that his boutique can't cash, you know they gots ta go.

And as a side note, loved Leeanne's design. If I ever have to go to a fetish party at Versailles, that's the dress I want to wear. And if for nothing other than the vision of a model shoving wads of muslin in the sides of her underwear because she's got the hips of a 12-year old boy (eat! EEEEAATTT!), it deserved to win just based on the chuckle factor alone.

And on to Keith. Keith. Keith. Keith. Pride goeth before the Auf. Here was your mistake: you assumed that because the judges disagreed with you that they were stupid, therefore you designed something stupid, hoping they would like it. Mistake. Big one. And after having seen that dumb little number he threw up on the Runway, and the back sass he gave the judges (smarting off at Laura Bennett? Honey, that Mama's spanked bad little boys before. Watch it.), I would have thought that he'd be relieved to get bounced.

Until I saw his taped exit confessional. People. He cried. Because he was going to have to go home and be gay in Utah. Oooh. Ouch. Honey. I'm so sorry. That really must suck. I'm actually hoping that one of the other designers gets sick, and under the Official Jack/Chris Ruling of 2007, Keith gets to return. Maybe Blayne gets a bad case of the DTs because he goes into melanin withdrawal as he hasn't been able to tan for over a week, or Stella gets a bad case of scotch. Anyway. Buck up, little soldier. You'll be okay. I just know it.

Pushing Pie

http://news.yahoo.com/story//eonline/20080827/en_tv_eo/26215

Allow me to summarize this article for you:

Pushing Daisies blah-blah-blah blah-blah-blah blah-blah-blah Free Pie blah-blah-blah blah-blah-blah Dallas: September 20.

Or at least that's what I got out of it.