In which I cover things worth discussing but which don't merit their own posts.
Parks and Recreation Season One
Mrs. Teebore and I started watching Parks and Rec midway through its second season, after we found ourselves thoroughly enjoying the first few minutes of every episode that we watched thanks to the DVR runover from Community. It's been said that the first season of the show was much rougher than the second, much less sure of itself and its portrayal of the main character, the hilariously earnest government employee Leslie Knope (Amy Poehler).
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Teebore's Tidbits

If anything, I was struck at how terribly desperate the creators were to establish that the new post-demonic divorce status quo was just like the swinging Spidey stories of the seventies that all the older fans grew up reading and loving. Harry Osborn is back. Peter's looking for a job. A criminal steals one of his webshooters. Later, the police accuse Spider-Man of murder because a thug he put a spider-tracer on shows up dead. He spends the second story without web-fluid because he can't afford to buy the ingredients to make more. And so on. Again, these weren't bad stories, but they weren't terribly original either. Most importantly, absolutely nothing that happened in them couldn't have happened if Spider-Man was still married. Still, they were good enough to make me want to pick up the next volume (at half price, and discounted, of course). Hopefully the stench of desperation will be gone, and they'll do something that couldn't be done with a married Spider-Man in an attempt to at least try to justify the "One More Day" debacle.


Monday, March 31, 2008
Teebore's Tidbits
A few things too big for One Sentence Reviews and too small for posts of their own...
Baseball's Back, Baby!
The Major League baseball season kicks off for real (not counting time traveling games in Japan and ceremonial new stadium kick-off games) today, and it feels great to have it back. This is a great time of year: the season is young and full of promise (unless you're a Giant or an Oriole), everyone's "had a great spring" and is "going to be fun to watch." The stink of reality hasn't set in yet, and spring is in the air (not here in Minnesota, of course, where six inches of snow just fell. Can I just say it was weird listening to a Twins game while driving in a snowstorm?).
Yeah, the Twins are probably going to suck it up big time this season. Frnakly, they'll be lucky to finish over .500 and third in the division. But hey, there's always Fantasy Baseball, and since all your Gentlemen are playing in a league together, you're sure to hear an award-winning combination of belly-aching and boasting about it. For instance, let me just go out on a limb and say that my team is going to DEMOLISH the competition this year. I mean, come on, Jim Thome hit two home runs today. Two! At that pace, I figure he alone'll give my team upwards of 260 home runs. Beat that, Skynet and Emotionally Involved w/Wooden Objects!
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This was the kind of movie that is neither good enough nor bad enough to really care about. I mean, it was an enjoyable enough piece of fluff, not a bad way to kill a couple of hours on a Friday night. But it was incredibly predictable. The direction was so lackluster it felt like a film class project instead of a major motion picture. Still, it was fun, and it made me want to play some blackjack. It also made me want to read the book to find out how much of their "system" was made up for the film and how much was real. So there's that. But not a lot to get too worked up over, good or bad.
Moving Day
The Teebore's are staking our claim to a new homestead this weekend, which means I'll be spending my time on that most hated of activities: moving. I don't like moving because it makes me resent all my stuff. I have tons of stuff: books, DVDs, comics, action figures, random Star Wars memorabilia. I'm a compulsive collector and a geek. Whenever a moving day draws near and the idea of having to haul it all around makes me start to resent my stuff. Usually we get along swimmingly. I don't like it when we quarrel.
But on the upside, with this move, I'll finally be able to free my entire comic book collection from its purgatorial storage at my parent's house and deliver it once and for all into my waiting, paradisaical embrace. Teebore and his comics will be together again.
Baseball's Back, Baby!
The Major League baseball season kicks off for real (not counting time traveling games in Japan and ceremonial new stadium kick-off games) today, and it feels great to have it back. This is a great time of year: the season is young and full of promise (unless you're a Giant or an Oriole), everyone's "had a great spring" and is "going to be fun to watch." The stink of reality hasn't set in yet, and spring is in the air (not here in Minnesota, of course, where six inches of snow just fell. Can I just say it was weird listening to a Twins game while driving in a snowstorm?).
Yeah, the Twins are probably going to suck it up big time this season. Frnakly, they'll be lucky to finish over .500 and third in the division. But hey, there's always Fantasy Baseball, and since all your Gentlemen are playing in a league together, you're sure to hear an award-winning combination of belly-aching and boasting about it. For instance, let me just go out on a limb and say that my team is going to DEMOLISH the competition this year. I mean, come on, Jim Thome hit two home runs today. Two! At that pace, I figure he alone'll give my team upwards of 260 home runs. Beat that, Skynet and Emotionally Involved w/Wooden Objects!
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Moving Day
The Teebore's are staking our claim to a new homestead this weekend, which means I'll be spending my time on that most hated of activities: moving. I don't like moving because it makes me resent all my stuff. I have tons of stuff: books, DVDs, comics, action figures, random Star Wars memorabilia. I'm a compulsive collector and a geek. Whenever a moving day draws near and the idea of having to haul it all around makes me start to resent my stuff. Usually we get along swimmingly. I don't like it when we quarrel.
But on the upside, with this move, I'll finally be able to free my entire comic book collection from its purgatorial storage at my parent's house and deliver it once and for all into my waiting, paradisaical embrace. Teebore and his comics will be together again.
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