Practice makes adequate

Coronation Street

Magnetic Attraction

You know, sometimes things just work out.

Dream weaver

So they other day I was on the treadmill and this video came on. I had forgotten how super excellent this video is. I've been thinking hard about videos I've seen, and I'm not sure there's any better. Sure Thriller is pretty good and is probably the most groundbreaking and important to MTV and famous, but measured against all the videos ever made, I just don't know. The only other ones I can think of that might be better are "Fell in love with a girl" by the White Stripes, or maybe Run DMC vs. Jason Nevins' "It's Like That". But on the Latter I may be swayed by break-dancing. Frig break-dancing is awesome.

Pop quality

So I've been watching a lot of Smallville lately. More specifically seasons 9, 6, and 7 in that order. I noticed that season 9 is missing something. Don't get me wrong, I still love it and get a weird giddy pleasure when it gets super cheezy, but it's not the same bubble gum pop you find in the earlier seasons. In season nine, there were no featured WB bands showcased in convenient plot holes. And the product placement is not nearly so blatant (but definitely still there). I suppose I shouldn't complain, because I think there was a lot more story substance than usual. I also thought they did an excellent job of explaining Zod. You know I read somewhere that the best villains are the ones you can, if not sympathize with, at least understand where they came from or why they're like that. Like Lex, If only he hadn't lost his mother and brother under suspect conditions and been raised by a megalomaniacal evil genius, he'd probably be just fine smoking dope on the beach in Malibu with all the other trust fund babies. But Zod,.. yeah people would still kneel before Zod.

Steak

So I recently resumed going to the gym. Oh how my legs have complained these last couple of weeks, but already I feel so much awesomer (re. Tim Hortons). It's pretty good too cause they have TVs on the wall and on the treadmill. But... on the treadmill there is no closed captioning! And when I plug my headphones into it in full stride the swinging cord is too much. Oh the trials I endure... Oh.