HD TV Rules

I've fallen in love with HDTV.
Last winter, we bought a plasma TV, and I continue to be amazed at how great the HD picture. So now we watch more TV than we should, but I've always been a "do things more than I should" sort of guy, so I'm not too surprised.

Here's an example of a baseball game in HD. Notice the extra wide screen and clear picture.

Now here's the same game in standard definition...

What's The Deal With This Publicity Photo?

Seriously, what's the deal with this publicity photo? It's for a show on the BBC.

Is the guy on the left about to bust a cap? Or is he about to bring the pain? And the lady on the right; I'm pretty sure she's gonna be fighting crime or aliens or some shit, but she's not sure yet. I know what she is sure of; the guy in back is not Mark-Paul Gosselaar from Saved By The Bell. She knows now that he's not Mark-Paul Gosselaar, because after the first read-through for this show, she slept with him thinking he was Mark-Paul Gosselaar. She soon found out his real identity, and now she has feelings for the lead guy with the gun. She feels she deserves to be with the star of the show, not the 3rd supporting actor.

Tacos Look Good On TV

I am not proud of most of the things I did as a raging pothead/alcoholic, but as my mind gets more clear day-by-day, I keep remembering previously forgotten events.
This is one I am particularly not proud of:

One evening after a successful pot and booze-fueled practice session with my band, I drove home and turned on the TV. As I sipped on a dangerously cold beer, cloud of smoke hanging overhead, an advertisement appeared on the TV for Taco Bell. They don't have the best food, but they do a pretty good job of making it look appetizing on the TV. Of course, I was under the influence big-time, so my mouth started to water and before I knew what happened I was in my car heading towards yummy town.

I sat for a short time in the line and finally ordered my tacos and I approached the window and handed her a five-dollar bill. I received my change, said thanks and drove out of the parking lot towards my apartment. At a red light, I glanced over and didn’t see my food sitting there. I looked over between the seat and the door, but it was not there either. I looked on the floor, in the back seat and finally realized that I drove off after I paid, but before getting my food.

For those of you that know me, you know there was zero chance of me going back and telling them what happened, so feeling ashamed, stupid and still very hungry, I pulled into Wendy’s, got a burger, went home and ate.