Like old milk....

I fear I may have just become spoiled. I won't say anymore, but do yourselves a favor and avoid ew.com. Le sigh. If I was, in fact, actually spoiled, I suppose it was my own fault that I couldn't resist reading about the Emmy noms on my lunch break. And the Emmy noms blow. No LOST? WTF man? Anyhow, who knows, I'm still in a bit of shock.

Which I guess means I can talk more about tonight's finale of World Series of Pop Culture. Twisted Misters (and apparently I am in the minority in liking them, but I like my nerds with a bit of arrogance, especially nerds who dress like Angus Young) will be up against either Wokka Wokka (love) or Almost Perfect Strangers 2.0 (hate).

Let me break it down for you. I loved APS 2.0 the first night they were on. They cleaned house and pulled some great answers out of thin air. But then, THEN, on their next apperance, one dude totally choked on movie taglines, and then the other dude choked on song lyrics from 2006. And the girl on the team? Her bedroom is made up to look like Andy's from Toy Story. And that makes my stomach all wibbly every time I think about that. So I am not a fan.

Perhaps I am in the wrong here, but I tend to think that if you are, once again, a contestant on the WSOPC, then you can't simply know all of the characters in some random 80s movies, but you also must know lyrics to songs that have been popular in the past, oh I don't know, 12 months. Like "Sexyback." Like "Promiscuous." Like "Ain't no Other Man." The list goes on and on, and the contestants literally stood there giving new meaning to the term "slack-jawed." I hope they get their asses handed to them by the bald guy on Wokka Wokka.

So, I'll be rooting for Twisted Misters tonight, and there are only approximately 32 more hours until I know if what I read was or was not the truth regarding HP7.

As I've learned this week, between furiously text messaging my would-be teammate a gazillion times every time a contestant choked on the WSOPC, to today's ew.com developments, an addiction to pop culture can be very harmful to one's mental health.

Interweb moratorium.

So now that some douchebags have leaked HP7 onto the internets, I'm seriously stopping my surfing/reading for the next 3+ days, and maybe I won't even listen to the radio either or watch ESPN, and only watch WSOPC tonight, because for reals, if I am spoiled, I will kill someone. My friend Liz has an even better take on what she would do (which also involves violence): http://urbanhonking.com/liz

This morning on Matty in the Morning, they were just talking about the fact that the book had been leaked, and I said to Chris, "You better shut that off. SHUT THAT OFF RIGHT NOW! Matty is a misanthrope! He doesn't care if he ruins it for everyone!" I got very nervous.

Unlike a lot of my friends/coworkers in the biz, I am not doing a re-read of 1-6. In fact, I've only ever read each book once (er, maybe I read the first one twice). I have a "thing" where I tend to read the newest book within about a month of its coming out, and I feel completely sated for a few years until the next one comes out. Ms. Rowling does enough recap for me and I can always look online or ask someone if I can't recall a particular character's function, death, parents, or whatnot.

So seriously, I may not be here for a few days. I feel like I can barely watch a Red Sox game on our local station for fear of the RemDawg innocently saying something about Neville Longbottom that he heard from someone who heard from someone else, and then having him laugh-wheeze about it for twenty minutes.

I'm hyperventilating just thinking about it.

Clearly, I'll pretty much be asleep for the next three days.

I knew the K-Fed answer.

And for that, I am ashamed. And impressed at the same time. Lots to say about tonight's WSOPC episode but I need to go to bed.

But first, ponder this, kind readers. St. Louis will be having a special day to celebrate one of its own this fall. Yes, folks, head to St. Louis this September 2nd for Ike Turner Day! Hooray for wife-beating! Hooray for drinking yourself into oblivion! Hooray for being a no-goodnik!

"'Jump.' 'Up'?"

Oh, Westerburg High. We hardly knew ye. Though you were my favorite team, it seems kind of sadly appropriate that your last incorrect answer would be in reference to only my favorite song of all time, House of Pain's "Jump Around." I am secretly disappointed that though you did not know the name of this song, and instead named a Kriss Kross song (though maybe you did not know this either) and/or a Van Halen song, you probably could have named all the members of Anthrax. And also, I am secretly disappointed that you guys lost to a team of not-really-attractive men in blue Sears bathrobes and Umbro shorts. I had lots of faith in you, Westerburg High! Especially you, guy who looked like Michael McKean! Ah well, now I will throw my support behind the geeks of Twisted Misters. Rock on, nerdy kid who knew St. Elmo's Fire! I salute you!

Famous dudes I am embarassed to say I have a crush on, #1

In what I am sure will be a regular series here on lyricalgangsta, I'd like to present the first in a long list of dudes who I am embarassed to say I have a crush on:

Zac Efron.

First of all, what am I, seventeen?
Second of all, dude wears more makeup than I do!
Thirdly, he is in Hairspray. And High School Musical. I really don't like musicals.
Fourth, does this make me kind of a pervert? But I love these pictures of him and Vanessa Hudgens in Hawaii, so young and in the looooove.

http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/2480/normal01282729qs6.jpg
http://media.canada.com/gallery/zacefron/zac2.jpg



PS - I also totally called the dismissal of Shauna and Cedric the other day! Yay no more cankles! And now to get rid of that sprite Neil....