Everyone’s been very busy these last couple weeks and hasn’t had much time for blogging, but I’d like to toss in a quick update of some of the topics we’ve been discussing.
Cassie wants you all to know that the NHL Playoffs are interesting so far. The Flyers won their first series in a tight contest, but didn’t get off to a good start in the second one. Hopefully, tonight goes better because her brother Colin is really irritating when they lose. She still has a crush on Claude Giroux who’s playing well, but the real news is that thanks to Manuel Neuer, she is now an avid Schalke fan of the German Bundesliga. (I didn’t have the heart to tell her all reports point to Neuer signing with Bayern Munich when his contract expires in 2012. She’s actually following football. I’m not about to rain on her parade.)
Holly says she’s working on a follow-up to her “Game of Thrones” review, and the second episode was better than the first. Evil-Lanyard-Ken-and-Barbie are still evil and grating, but doe-eyed white-haired girl is taking control of her situation and not as nauseating to watch. The Noble Viking family is still very likeable with the exception of the snotty tween sister who inexplicably has eyes for the prissy, spoiled Lanyard prince. Since Peter Dinklage and Holly’s favorite strong-but-melancholy-young-man-who-just-wants-to-make-something-of-himself are headed off together to join the black-caped crew at the big wall, she’s most interested in that storyline. They’re also the ones most likely to encounter the creepy glowing-eyed shadow monsters which she’s looking forward to seeing again. She hasn’t watched this past Sunday’s episode yet but will post her comments when she does. Oh, and she now knows one of their names. The head dad of The Noble Viking Family is Ned.
Kevin didn’t have much to say about anything topical, but seemed very disturbed by the current state of contemporary music. He doesn’t understand why every popular song out there basically recycles the same 10 words and slaps them over a slight variation of an annoying dance beat. He says there’s a lot of good stuff out there, but it’s not getting air time except on specialty alternative radio stations. He can’t even go to a store, social event, or gathering of more than five people without “having that crap shoved down [his] throat.”
Sam was unavailable for comment but his assistant said he prefers a good Cobb Salad to just about anything on the menu.
Michael isn’t thrilled that I’m now learning bar chords on the guitar and finds himself reminiscing fondly about the good ole “Wonderwall” days.
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