Archive for November, 2008

Neil Patrick Harris Still Dreamy and Awesome

Remember back in June when I talked about how remarkably awesome Neil Patrick Harris is? Remember Dr. Horrible, the internet sensation starring Neil Patrick Harris? Ooh, and what about the 75% real / 25% scary-put-on internet crush that I have on him?

Wanna say "Love your hair" Here I go...mumbling

Wanna say "Love your hair" Here I go...mumbling

Yeah, well he’s still great. So great, in fact, that Entertainment Weekly just put him on their list of 2008 Entertainers of the Year. While I raise an eyebrow to his spot on the list and that terrible picture they used, the fact that he’s on the list at all is tremendous and well deserved. The fact that they never mentioned that Neil is gay is pretty darn cool. He’s popular, he’s mainstream, and he’s gay. Here’s a video he made for Entertainment Weekly.

We'll make time stand still

We'll make time stand still

So great that he’s certain to make the Out100. (Images in this post are from the photo shoot Neil did for Out magazine earlier this year. Click them to embiggen.) The ceremony is Friday night, and I’ll be updating this post once his place on the list is released.

Update: Well, the Out100 came out and Neil’s not on the list. Why, I don’t know. I also don’t know why Kate friggin’ Perry would top the list. But never mind. EW beats OUT any day.

As promised in June, I’ve start catching up on How I Met Your Mother, and I’m currently one DVD away from finishing Season 2. It’s not a perfect show, but it’s certainly better than much of the current crop of sitcoms. Surprising no one, the best part of the show is Neil Patrick Harris. (Pay no attention to my bias.)

I’m sure he won’t manage by some freak of happenstance make it to my tiny blog twice, but just in case:

Neil? Keep standing tall. You make us proud.

2008 Presidential Election in Two Images

I’m biased, but I think these images capture the essence of the candidates pretty well:

I need more "prune juice".

I need more "prune juice".

Let's get to work.

Let's get to work.

 

 

 

 

Bonus Image:

Bye Sarah!

Bye Sarah!

An Open Letter To Matt’s Alarm Clock

Dear Matt’s Alarm Clock,

We haven’t known each other long, you and I. Just this summer I noticed that my old alarm clock was losing a few minutes a week and since it was a good ten years or so old, I figured it was time for a new one. I found you and fell instantly in love. Nice big speakers, a port for my iPod. Even though your LED display is so bright I have to put something in front of it to sleep, I think we’ve gotten along well. Don’t you agree?

So it is with heavy heart that I must write you about the incident we experienced last weekend.

One thing you’ve learned about me, Matt’s Alarm Clock, is my propensity for lateness. Curse your snooze button! (j/k) Well, the autumnal change from Daylight Saving Time is my one day of reprieve from that. On DST Day (as I like to call it) I can count on being on time for church for a change. Early, even.

Every year I look forward to turning my alarm clock back an hour and giggling as I fall asleep, resting assured that I’ll either get an extra hour of sleep or my internal clock will awaken me early in the morning.

And so it was this year. I changed your time, remembering to go back an hour (a common mistake). When I awoke, it wasn’t even 8:00 yet, so I lounged around for an hour and a half before getting ready for church. At 9:30, the time clearly indicated by your display, as I got ready for a shower I looked at my new cell phone and noticed that it showed 10:30.

Thinking that it hadn’t gotten the update from the tower, I turned it off, waited a few minutes, and turned it back on. Now it was 10:34. I checked the internet. 10:35. WHAT? HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?!?

It wasn’t until later in the day that I realized that you must set yourself for DST Day, and that you were two hours back instead of one, causing all sorts of confusion and frustration in my life. I was 30 minutes late because of your self-setting ‘feature’ that you didn’t bother to remind me about!!!

Consider yourself on notice, mister.

Just five more minutes,
Matt