“Road Rules”/”Real World” Fantasy Challenge
For all those who felt a little left in the dust with the online fantasy sports team, but who enjoy a good catfight or sneaky smooch, MTV has (once again) come to the rescue. As if pitting pairs of contenders against each other in tropical and hookup-inducing Cabo San Lucas wasn’t enough, MTV.com created an outlet for all the screaming and arguing that goes on among you and your roommates. Picking your fantasy team and creating your own online buddy league is just half the fun. The real joy comes from gathering around the warm boob tube with your loved ones and fellow challengers each Monday night as the room fills with the heartfelt sounds of “That’s another point for me, loser!” “Who’s laughing now, dumbass?” and “Sucks to be you!” Bringing us closer to drive us further apart . . . ah . . . interactive cable television at its best.
–AR
Lifetime Daytime Movies
A recent bout with the flu bug had me riding the couch even more than normal, and maybe it’s the Robitussin talking, but I found a new appreciation for the women’s channel’s daily cinema. For a station that once housed “Supermarket Sweep,” word is that they make a mean original flick, but that is not the highlight here. The second-run ’80s and ’90s fare is the true televisionic pleasure. Stalkers, infidelity, cheerleader murders — the topics of one-time major network movies of the week are endlessly pleasing to the guilty pleasures palette. And it’s fun to spot the now-famous but then-nameless stars — Paul Rudd was recently seen competing with a mentally unstable umpire for the affections of Judith Light, or was it Heather Graham? And who doesn’t enjoy seeing their favorite WB stars crossing over and crossing flames, especially when it mixes generations, as it did when Felicity made out with Rev. Camden in “A New Mom for Mindy.” Classics never die.
–AR
VA Tech marching band
Three members of said organization were recently spotted rocking out on the stage of a noted international collective. Though their interpretation of the horsie dance was a bit spotty at times, their actions alone were still on fire. You guys ruled (for a night at least).
–MR
The way back machine
After catching a trailer for Guy Pearce’s certain debacle “The Time Machine,” I always get these visions: dropping acid when acid was cool, fighting in the Civil War, cheering for Caesar. Pondering about time travel is common. It’s a form of internal escapism that offers infinite possibilities, yet as of now, it can’t be done. Recently, on a tip, I visited www.archive.org to find what I have told many of my friends is “one of the greatest toys ever.” What this site offers is not a metaphysical transport backward in time, but instead a glimpse of the web back some six years ago, eons in relative time. The database is simple. Put your favorite website in the search bar and watch while long-forgotten designs come alive. For example, I was treated to the progression of a friend’s homepage from Phish tape trading post (circa ’96) to a full-fledged cyber-portfolio. Make sure to check out MTV.com, yahoo.com, wisc.edu and even the good ole badgerherald.com for certain chuckles.
–MR
Blog of the Week
I think hicks are everywhere, like in closets and stuff. I’m not exactly an expert on hicks but I’m going to St. Louis in two weeks and my family there drinks lots of beer. Denise wants me to say that Lindsay is the biggest hick of all, and I can think of lots of reasons why that might be. She is from Nebraska and wants to be a gas girl at “The Lake” where she enjoys boating, the party cove, and buying soup and $5 vodka from the country mart. Denise can’t be a hick because Chicago is too big and her cousin got shot in the head while driving down the street and didn’t know it for hours and that just doesn’t happen in hicksville.
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