December 28, 2008

DVR Axing: Private Practice

I recently deleted Private Practice from our list of DVR season passes. The final straw for me was the last episode, in which Addison, whose job it is to take care of patients, and whose practice is suffering from a lack of said patients, drops a patient because she is a call girl. Addison seems to think it is her job to judge her patients rather than to provide them with medical care. And not only to judge, but to deprive those deemed immoral of needed care. Sure, there are other fictional doctors that the fictional call girl can visit. But if a real doctor did what Addison did, it would pretty much ensure that the call girl would never again be honest with her doctors, which would certainly affect doctors' ability to assess her needs. And we, the viewer, were supposed to applaud Addison for taking this firm moral stance.

This may have been the last straw, but it was not the only straw. The show is not great. Really, it is not even good. I watched it anyway. I think this particular episode just struck a chord in me and reminded me that, as a society, we actually seem to be going backwards in terms of women's sexual and reproductive freedom, and the repression and condemnation of women's sexuality. It fanned the flames of the anger I have at the Bush administration for trying to enact last minute rule changes that will allow pharmacists, doctors, and nurses to deny women things like birth control, the morning after pill, and abortions, all legal, due to "provider conscience." (I don't know if they have actually finalized this. If so, it was within the last week and I was busy with days and days of snow, and yuletide joy and whatnot.) It is not the medical community's job to judge the morality of my actions while deciding on my medical treatment. If I want contraceptives so that I don't wind up with a family of 12, and birth control is perfectly legal, the pharmacist should do his job and give me the damn pill. If he doesn't believe in birth control, he doesn't have to use it. Just like Addison doesn't have to be a call girl. I'm not questioning that decision in the slightest. Well-paid, comely surgeon is definitely better than call girl. But telling your patient, "No pap smear for you, you dirty whore!" seems counterproductive, and an abdication of professional responsibility.

So long, Addison McJudgey Montgomery. I will not miss you. I will, however, miss Judging Amy and Taye Diggs' abs.

Kimberly - 9:08 PM [link] [2 comments]

Happy Birthday (8 Days Ago) James!

Sorry we were negligent in posting your birthday greeting. Hope you had a great (albeit snowy) birthday!

Kimberly - 9:00 PM [link] [1 comment]

December 25, 2008

The Furdells wish you a Very Merry War On Christmas

Ho ho ho! Remember kids, religion is but myth and superstition that hardens hearts and enslaves minds! Merrrrrry War on Christmas! Also there was no Jesus.

Andrew - 9:12 AM [link] [0 comments]

December 21, 2008

Furdell Classic Cinema Theatre, Vol. IV: Zapped Again!

Back after a brief hiatus, it's Furdell Classic Cinema Theatre. Unfortunately, due to the collapse of the economy, FCCT's budget has been cut in twain! But we shall soldier on.

The Film: Zapped Again! (1990)

That's right, the sequel to: This movie.

Other sequels that were better than the original: The Godfather Part II, Rocky III, Teen Wolf Too, Still Casablanca-ing

French title: Encore, nous avons été zapped

Contribution to popular culture: This film may not have invented the self-congratulatory fist-pump, but by gosh it perfected the technique.

Cast of Characters:
a. Kevin, the new kid in town who stumbles on Scott Baio's secret stash. Whereas Scott Baio merely had to concentrate on his acting, this guy has to raise one eyebrow to activate his powers.
b. Lucy is the nerd-hot accomplice in this installment. I remember I recognized the actress, Kelli Williams, when I first saw this film in the 90s...but based on her IMDB page it must have been from the Quantum Leap episode she was in.
c. Wayne is the leader of the evil Key Club clique. He's got one dimension, and it's "jerk."
d. Miss Burnhart makes her triumphant return. She's been promoted from teacher to principal (those who can't teach administrate), and the principal from Zapped! The First is gone, so she's free to be pursued by...
e. Steroid-using NFL defensive lineman Lyle Alzado as Coach Kirby.
f. Making cameo appearances, we have Linda Blair as Miss Mitchell...
g. ...and Karen Black as an unnamed Italian substitute teacher. She adds absolutely nothing to the plot, but she does have a memorable scene in which she asks Kevin if his "linguini is ready for [her] clam". This is, presumably, a reference to a controversial scene from Spartacus.

a.b.c.
d.e.f.g.

Hmm, when I put them all together like that they look a lot funnier than I expected. The whole truly is greater than the sum of its parts. Oh, by the way -- in the animated gif from before, Kevin is reacting to Principal Burnhart accepting Coach Kirby's marriage proposal over the school's loudspeaker. Why is Kevin so enthusiastic? That's not entirely clear. I guess he's just really, really happy for them.

Plot Synopsis:
Kevin is the new kid at Ralph Waldo Emerson High School, alma mater of Scott Baio from the previous movie. Kevin is good-looking, fun to be around, and obnoxious in a harmless, endearing way, but for reasons unknown he finds himself ostracized by the cool, rich, attractive kids at his new high school.

A quick note about cliques: As we all know, every movie about a kid going to a new high school has to have a scene in which we're introduced to all the different cliques, some of which must be comically unlikely. It's completely mandatory. Just to prove my point, here's that scene from the script to 10 Things I Hate About You:


INT. HALLWAY - DAY- CONTINUOUS

Prom posters adorn the wall. Michael steers Cameron through
the crowd as he points to various cliques.

MICHAEL
We've got your basic beautiful people.
Unless they talk to you first, don't
bother.

The beautiful people pass, in full jock/cheerleader
splendor.

MICHAEL
(continuing)
Those 're your cowboys.

Several Stetson-wearing, big belt buckle. Wrangler guys
walk by.

See also: Tina Fey's overrated big-screen debut Mean Girls and last year's blockbuster smash hit Oscar contender Bratz: The Movie. This scene is stupid and must be stopped.

As I Was Saying: Along with Kevin, we're introduced to Emerson High's various cliques as Kevin searches for a suitable after-school club to join. The rich attractive kids who hate him are in the Key Club (boo, hiss) which, according to Wikipedia, is generally not evil but devoted to volunteer work. Before Wikipedia existed, this film had me convinced that the Key Club was an excuse for snotty rich kids to make out and work on their abs.

Ruling out all the other clubs for being hopelessly specific (Ski Club, Diner's Club...the list goes on) Kevin winds up in the Science Club with nerd-hot Lucy. Science Club apparently meets in what used to be Scott Baio's laboratory.

Not unlike Escape from the Planet of the Apes, Zapped Again! takes some liberties with the continuity of its beloved franchise. You'll recall that in Zapped!, Scott Baio accidentally inhaled fumes from a mixture that he didn't create himself, and then he had telekinetic powers for the rest of the movie. Well, in the sequel, Kevin finds a stash of prune juice bottles filled with a potion that, when ingested, gives him temporary telekinetic powers.

How does Kevin choose to apply this power? Why, by lifting Linda Blair's dress, of course. Luckily she's from the Class of Scott Baio -- she explains that she was at the prom at the end of Zapped! -- and as you recall, everyone in the first movie found this behaviour charming.

In a key scene, Kevin uses his power to humiliate a girl who was nice to him, and celebrates with a patended Zapped Again! celebratory fist-pump. (Warning: PG-13 nudity.)

Here's where we depart again from the Zapped! franchise: Kevin is a nice guy, really, and does not spend the entire film ripping womens' clothing off for no reason. Sure, he still rips their clothes off, but it's always to prevent violence. Also, nerd-hot love interest Lucy does not want to exploit Kevin's powers for unbridled chaos; rather, she wants to synthesize his potion and sell it, presumably to various world militaries. So, still evil, but it's an evil you can negotiate with.

Due to their dwindling enrollment numbers, the Science Club is forced to relinquish its lab space to the Key Club, which turns it into a gym-slash-makeout-den. Kevin somehow gets Wayne to agree to a wager: if the Science Club can beat the Key Club at the annual Homecoming Penguin Race, then they can get their cool lab back. It plays out exactly like the "Camp Monk Academy" sketch from Mr. Show.

Unfortunately, the Key Club kids stashed some contraband in the lab, in the hidden compartment behind a framed picture of Albert Einstein. (In the film's most unsarcastically funny line, Wayne points out the contraband to Principal Burnhart: "Over there, behind that picture of Kenny Loggins!") Wayne then taunts Kevin and the gang as only a villain can.

To get off suspension, the Science Club kids have to...oh my god, I've only described about half the film. This movie is really complicated. In short: in exchange for getting them un-suspended, Wayne forces the Science Club to give away free weiners on behalf of the Key Club at some kind of nighttime school function, which they do, but they inject all the weiners with flea powder to cause everyone to have an allergic reaction. Meanwhile Wayne arranges for Kevin to dress like a girl and have tomatoes thrown at him, knowing that Kevin is deathly allergic to tomatoes, but Kevin uses his telekinetic powers to save the day, the end.

Oh, and there's a music video during the credits. As YouTube's redPHOENIX74 puts it, "The offspring of Boy George and Vanilla Ice sings a song while we get to see how much fun the cast had at our expense."

The Female PerspectiveTM with Julia Katz:Pretty unmemorable film about teenagers in what looks like a Valley high school. Standout scenes include tomato throwing, and, let's see, what else, was there anything good...there wasn't much good, was there? Right, so he finds the serum behind a picture of Einstein -- I think that may have been the only connection between the two films, that picture of Einstein. [Kevin, the protagonist] and his girlfriend have this run-around, make out montage, but it was like she was babysitting him. It's like, they're in the kitchen, now they're behind the couch, now they're on the cabinets in non-sexual positions. It was stupid. It was like, this is not sexy at all. And they're teenagers, if they're in a room together they should be having sex. Science kids are nerdier than jocks, that's the conclusion of that film. That sex scene really confirms it, because that was pathetic. Maybe his linguini wasn't ready for her clam. (Note from Andrew: Julia reluctantly stayed awake for the entire film; and for the record, I think it was pretty clear that they had a lot of sex in that montage.)

Andrew - 9:22 PM [link] [2 comments]

December 20, 2008

The JLE, Part II: the stupid Mariners

The badness: The M’s finished at 61-101, the first team with a $100M+ payroll to lose 100 games. The one time we wanted them to lose, which was at the end of the season to secure the #1 draft pick, they won three in a row to “edge out” Washington.
However, I don’t feel (fully) responsible for this one. The Mariners’ badness is the fault of Bill Bavasi, the General Manager who spent a ton on such questionable acquisitions as Richie Sexson, Jarrod Washburn, Jose Vidro and Carlos Silva. Sexson’s batting average became fixed to a promotion at Norm’s Ale House in Fremont, in which they matched the price of a beer to it (e.g. .172 average = $1.72 Buds, baby!). Washburn is vastly overpaid and mediocre, and sadly was not traded away last season when the M’s might have had the chance. Vidro made a bid at being the worst designated hitter in history… really. Silva reported gained at least 30 pounds during the 2008 season, and has three years left in his contract, during which we can only pray he eats himself out of a job.
Bavasi used the worst reasoning in signing players: rewarding players for past successes, when it should have been obvious that they were about to enter a down slope in their careers. The team actually competed for the division title well into the 2007 season, but it was something of an illusion… the team’s Pythagorean record was far below its actual record, indicating the M’s were actually getting a lot of lucky breaks, as opposed to actually being that talented. Unfortunately, Bavasi was convinced the team was one good pitcher away from the playoffs, and traded away good prospects for starter Erik Bedard, who, as it turns out, is made from papier-mache. Thus, not only is the team awful, its prospects of getting better anytime soon flew out the window under Bavasi.

The James angle: I’ve been following the M’s for a long time, and this is obviously not their first awful season in history. What stings about this one is the amount of money spent, and the likelihood that, with a gutted farm system, they will be bad for years to come. It’s worth noting that I received a Kenji Johjima jersey as a gift after admiring his toughness and clutch offense in 2006. In 2008, Johjima became something of a reviled figure after signing a huge contract extension at the relatively old age (for a catcher) of 31. Sure enough, in 2008 his average fell off a cliff (.227), and Washburn implied in an interview that the language barrier (Johjima is Japanese) was a factor in the team’s bad pitching performances.

The silver lining: Bavasi’s gone, hallelujah. His replacement as GM, Jack Zduriencik, actually seems to know something about other modern mathematical tools for evaluating players. He’s made moves to improve the outfield defense, which should at least make our crappy pitchers look somewhat better on paper. The team isn’t likely to finish about .500 in 2009, but at least they seem to be in more capable hands.

James - 11:32 PM [link] [0 comments]

December 10, 2008

The JLE, Part I: How I Killed the SuperSonics

Ladies and gentlemen, I am here today to announce a great scientific breakthrough in the field of logic. I have singlehandedly proven that, despite what Wikipedia may think, correlation does indeed equal causation.

For you see, I have long argued that my presence and rooting interest in a city's professional sports scene tends to inevitably doom it to the melancholy of prolonged failure. But, only now, in the year 2008, with my presence in Seattle clinging to the local sports teams like the slow onset of radiation sickness in a nuclear test zone, has the James Losing Effect been NOTICEABLE FROM SPACE.

OK, so I don't really believe in the JLE. But after 2008, a year in which improbably bad things befell the SuperSonics, Mariners and Seahawks, I sometimes wonder if the city will ever recover.

Part the Ist: the SuperSonics Oklahoma City Thunder!

The badness: Predictably, the team moved to Oklahoma City after being sold by Starbucks CEO Howard Schultz to an ownership group entirely from Oklahoma City. Predictably to everyone except Howard Schultz, supposedly. Schultz sold the team because KeyArena, opened in 1996 to the team's specifications, was no longer profitable (although his ownership group sold the team for $70 million more than they paid for it). An unfavorable lease and too few luxury suites apparently made it hard for a mid-market team with mediocre players to turn a profit. Truthfully, the team's attendance never recovered after the lockout of 1999; without much success on the court since then, the fans never really came all the way back.

The James angle: I used to love following the Sonics. When they were really good in the early '90s, on some game nights I would head to the local sports bar in Jacksonville, drink Cokes, play pinball, and watch the Sonics games via satellite late into the night. I had a Gary Payton poster on my bedroom wall. I still wear a ratty, garish, green-and-yellow puffy Sonics jacket that I got via a cereal box offer. (It's very old, but very warm.)

But I fell out of love with the NBA over the years, primarily because the kind of arena the Sonics wanted to build makes for a terrible place for the average fan (like myself) to watch a basketball game. Ticket prices more than doubled when the Atlanta Hawks moved from the Omni to Phillips Arena; ditto for the Washington Wizards. In both arenas, the upper deck was placed much further away from the action, meaning that a more expensive ticket bought a seat with a less-than-awesome view. These palaces are built for the corporate write-off dollar, and not for the casual fan looking for a cheap night out and a couple hours of entertainment.

When I interviewed at Microsoft, the night I was scheduled to return there was a Sonics preseason game at KeyArena. I bought a cheap ticket in the upper deck and was amazed at how close to the action I was compared to Washington and Atlanta. They had dug underground from the floor of the old Coliseum to fit in more lower level seats; the result was that those seats started right on the edge of the court and went straight up, unlike the massive new buildings which were more spread out to accomodate a larger hockey rink and several tiers of luxury suites. Plus, the tickets were still affordable; there were lots of seats available at $10 and $22, a much lower price point than at the big luxury arenas.

After I picked out an apartment that happened to be near KeyArena, I bought a Sonics hoodie sweatshirt to celebrate. I spent a couple of days cleaning the old apartment in Virginia, wearing that sweatshirt to keep me motivated. After finally finishing the cleaning job the day before my final flight back to Seattle, I checked into my hotel room and settled into a hot bath with the latest issue of Sports Illustrated. This was the same infamous issue of SI in which it was revealed that the Sonics were pressing the city for a new arena; in the article, Seattle City Council member Nick Licata was quoted as saying the Sonics provided "close to zero" cultural value to the city. Thus, a few days before I moved to within a few minutes of the Key, the ball was set rolling on the Sonics' relocation. (Remember, correlation equals causation.) Team owner Howard Schultz soon threatened to move or sell the team absent a deal with the city for a luxury arena; he made good on his promise later in 2006, and in 2008 the new owners moved the team to OKC after 41 seasons in Seattle.

Granted, the lease was part of the team's problem; they definitely had a negative cash flow problem after the lockout. More money went to the city via proceeds from luxury boxes and parking than in most other NBA cities, in an effort to pay off the renovation price tag; this cost the team some revenue, and the city repeatedly refused to renegotiate. But still, an owner that cared about the city could have worked to keep the team here. That just wasn't in the cards.

The sadness: As I said, I've fallen out of love with the NBA over the years, so this move isn't as sad to me as seeing the Mariners or Seahawks leave would be. It's kind of infuriating than an arena built to team specifications and praised by NBA commish David Stern in 1996 is, a scant 10-12 years later, deemed inadequate. Worst of all, I won't be able to take Alex to a game, which I would have liked. I'm sure we'll still make to plenty of baseball and football games, and we've even been to WNBA Storm games. But not having the Sonics nearby is kind of sad.

The silver lining: If you like Schadenfreude, there's plenty to go around here. The OKC owners can only be described as -- and I say this with as much net neutrality as I can -- a bunch of country-fried retarded idiot morons. Aubrey McClendon, one of the team's owners, flat-out admitted to the OKC Journal Record that the ownership group had no intention of keeping the Sonics in Seattle. This earned him a $250,000 fine from the league. That's a quarter-mil that Aubrey might like to have back right now; he was forced to sell almost all his stock in his company Chesapeake Energy recently, a move that cost him an estimated $1.92 billion. Yes, that's BILLION.

Plus, prior to the Sonics and Seattle agreeing to terminate the KeyArena lease, the city's lawsuit against the team yielded some delightful evidence. As part of the discovery phase, an e-mail from lead OKC stupidhead Clay Bennet to NBA commish David Stern revealed some amazing, previously unknown facts.

(Read the e-mail here as a PDF first.)

First of all, one thing I've learned is that CEO-types are so busy that they don't even have time to hit the Shift key. David Stern's reply looks like a 13-year-old girl's text message. "okc has ur team now, lol!" I believe Steve Ballmer follows the same style when he writes his own e-mails, so this is definitely a trend, or at least a hidden key to business success.

Secondly, if you closely read Bennett's message to Stern, you'll notice how much is resembles FELLATIO IN E-MAIL FORM. I had no idea that grown men talked to each other this way, let alone super-rich fat-cats who fly around together in private jets.

"You are among a very few, notwithstanding our relative brief actual physical time together that have significantly affected my life. I view you as a role model as an extraordinarily gifted executive, a deep and compassionate thinker, and a person with a rare and unique charisma that brings out the best in everyone you touch. You are just one of my favorite people on earth and I so cherish our relationship Sonics business aside." --Clay Bennett in an e-mail to David Stern

I don't know about you, but I just threw up in my mouth A LOT.

Who talks like this? I mean, I know it's BS, and that Clay is just trying to butter up David so his team doesn't get fined any worse. But, wow.

Just... wow.

Thirdly, the team is still awful, despite having moved further away from me. Tonight, the Oklahoma City Thunder blew a 21-point lead to lose to the Memphis Grizzlies, sending their record to 2-21. That's two wins, 21 losses. With 59 games to go, their season is effectively over. The record for fewest number of wins by a team in an NBA season is 9; the Thunder are on pace to win only 7, although with the young talent they have I don't expect them to break that record. Still... I can't help but enjoy every single defeat. This has been far more entertaining to follow than any Sonics season in the past 10 years.

Lastly, and most importantly... this whole idea just isn't going to work. It's a stupid, stupid idea. The team just moved from the 14th-largest media market to the 45th. The NBA already has several small- and mid-market teams that are supposedly having trouble keeping up financially with the rest of the league, or even maintaining profitability. Teams in Sacramento, Memphis, Charlotte, and even successful San Antonio are complaining that reduced corporate support coupled with their smaller TV and radio contracts make it difficult for them to compete with the likes of New York, Boston and L.A.

And it's just going to get worse in this economic climate. The Oklahoma City arena is called the Ford Center; guess who just went to Congress asking for a huge bailout? (Maybe they can rename it the Betty Ford Center.) McClendon's Chesapeake Energy is another big sponsor and ticket customer of the team; it has recently lost a lot of valuation and profitability. Companies will be less likely and less able to take on large amounts of debt in this economy. They'll have to keep more cash on hand, which means fewer expenditures on things like sports tickets and luxury suites for employees and clients. They'll have to cut back on sponsorships, advertising, and naming rights deals.

The sliding economy has already resulted in the shutdown of the Houston Comets (four-time WNBA champs) and New Orleans VooDoo of the Arena Football League, and the AFL's entire 2009 season is apparently in jeoporady as the league faces financial difficulties. Struggling franchises in the NBA and the NHL are sure to be next. After the initial fan buzz wears off in OKC (which, judging by their record, could be sooner than expected), the Thunder could very well be in a world of pain.

Frankly, I can't wait.

Stay tuned for more tales of sporting woe!

James - 10:27 PM [link] [3 comments]

December 4, 2008

Repo Man sequel in the works

Apparently upon hearing that the original was recently cited on this very blog, David Lynch is producing Alex Cox's Repo Chick, which begins production in January.

Cox has previously said that the follow-up will “unfold against the background of the credit crunch and the subprime mortgage crisis in the US, where repossessions of homes, cars and other forms of property is at a new high. ‘The repo business has expanded to everything from boats, houses, aeroplanes, small nations…children”.
Andrew - 11:47 PM [link] [0 comments]

December 1, 2008

Chris's dad on Everybody Hates Chris watches Northwest Afternoon

Yep, that's definitely Kent Phillips in front of the NWA backdrop. (I'm not sure if the NWA set looked like that in the 80s, but the real question is: how are they watching KOMO in Brooklyn?)

Andrew - 12:09 PM [link] [0 comments]