"Vampire Diaries" > "Twilight"

Speaking of the New Moon movie I reviewed last week, I've been thinking a lot lately about this whole vampire craze. Now, I haven't read ANY of the Twilight, Vampire Diaries, or Sookie Stackhouse books. None. Not a single one. It's not really my thing. I'm a bigger fan of general fiction, typically by Jewish authors--go figure. But, I've seen everything that's been produced on these series. I've suffered through the Twilight movies, begrudgingly watched True Blood for a couple of episodes before I got REALLLLLLLLY into it--hello, Eric, nice to meet you. And when Vampire Diaries debuted on the CeeDub, I rolled my eyes profusefuly. However, after reading about it being the next Gossip Girl of guilty pleasures, I watched an episode on my computer before investing my DVR space on it. Needless to say, I now watch it every week, and, I may not make fans with this statement, but Vampire Diaries is SO much better than Twilight, and here's why....

I made it through a screening of "New Moon" and didn't get mauled by 'tweens

Seriously, people go nuts for this shit? And I'm not just talking about 'tweens because I think their moms may be worse. There was one mom, obviously trying to pretend she hadn't hit 40 yet, decked out in a New Moon t-shirt that kept asking those around her whose "team" they were on. She (and her not-quite out of the closet son) were rooting for Jacob. Obviously because he was shirtless for most of the film and likes to wear cutoff jean shorts (in the rain. during winter. in the Northwest. Go figure.) So...whatever. I'm either too old to get it or too young to be aroused by jailbait. I mean, fine, his muscles are impressive, but I can't get behind all of this. I'm sorry; I'll take Eric in True Blood any day. I mean, c'mon, check out this photo! (Minus the lack of body hair, of course; that's just a little weird.)

To check out my full review, head over to TheMoviePress.com.

I have a love/hate relationship with "Glee"

Okay, so I love musicals (well, for the most part; Rent can suck my nuts). They are fun and cheesy and emotional and you have to be really talented. So, when Glee was announced last spring on Fox's schedule, I was intrigued, excited even. I knew it had the possibility to help catapult musicals out of the kitschy sphere and into mainstream America. So, the pilot aired, and I thought it was cute, but I wasn't blown away (even with the "Don't Stop Believin'" cover). Well, now nine episodes later, and I've got some definite mixed emotions about the show. I sorta love it on some levels, and I definitely hate it on others.

Read more about my conundrum.

I feel like death

Apparently too much karaoke, drinking, and strip club action will make you feel poopy. I had a great weekend, though, and Greg had a fantastic birthday due to his buddies coming into town. Also, he got to rain dollar bills y'all all over a stripper, which made his face light up quite brightly. But, now we must both suffer the consequences of too much fun and cough up horrible things... :(

Is this possibly the worst season of SYTYCD?

Maybe I'm asking myself this question too early into the actual performances because last season I was asking myself the same thing around this time, only to eat my words by the end and go, "Okay, fine, this season didn't suck THAT hard." I was even excited at the prospect of having two SYTYCD seasons so closely back to back.

Man, was I naive.

Sausage + beer + Germans = Awesome.

It's no secret that I love meat. Because I loved animals so much as a child, I tried very hard to be a vegetarian for a while, but it failed spectacularly. Ever since I have been a meat aficionado, diving into meaty delights at every chance I get. So, of course, when the Wurstfest, the 10-day salute to saugsage, rolled into New Braunfels this year, I knew I HAD to go. I've been trying to drag someone with me for the past four years, and finally I had a willing participant in Greg, who I think I finally converted to the dark side of meaty hedonism.

If I were a rich man...I would own these

Online shopping is going to be the death of me.

I really love these wellies. It's been so rainy here lately, and I hate when the bottom of my pants get soaked--it takes FOR-EV-ER to dry--that I've really been dying for a pair of rain boots. These Hunter boots might be a smidge too haute couture for the corportate life, but a girl can still ogle profusely. Okay, plus they're like 150 British pounds, so no way will these make their way into my closet. Siigh.