Entourage. Of all sorts.

Nearly 7 AM. I should’ve been asleep 4 hours ago. I’ve a full day. I’ve a full weekend actually.

But I came home and wanted to finish up a few chores. And those chores required multitasking so I started playing Entourage Season 4. And though I meant to watch it only as long as I was working, I watched the entire 12 episodes. Why? What hooks me to this?

It is fluff. When I’m done, if you ask me to explain the whole plot in an interesting way, I really can’t. But it still gets me… perhaps it is the friendship of the 4 guys, the loyalty, mixed with a few moments of lightheartedness. It is funny… though I simply cannot bear Johny Drama. I pretty much fast forward most of the scenes that has only Drama and Turtle. Eric is the one that gets me.. the shy guy who has some surprises hidden in him. Vince is the guy I’d date but never more. And Ari…he’s exactly the kind of guy I’d fall for. Lol. He’s the hottest… and the arrogance… gotta love it.

The show I hear wasn’t really that  much of a hit. Not surprising… how many people would wanna watch the glitter of Hollywood, big boobs and naked asses on a weekly basis on television, with ad breaks if it was not with other purposes? And if I didn’t watch it at a go, it would probably be a little slow. But there is something interesting… not about the working of Hollywood because despite having various appearances of familiar names, this thing doesn’t show shit about the way Hollywood really works (mostly) but this is about a group of friends and living it big.

It helps it has a few good looking men… but I’m not sure what audience it was aimed at. Sex n the City was aimed at all the women out there… True Blood is from the teens to the vamp fans who love a good love story or some such thing. This one… not sure. But for late nights, it fits me.


On the side, I pretty much froze my ass off at work today cuz the AC was finally working after 2 fucking years and it was jammed. So the temperature couldn’t be regulated nor could I really shift the blast of air, so it was on my hair and my fingers were frozen. I was so glad to get out of it that when it was time to go home, I got into the cab, loved the warmth and said to no one in particular “I bloody froze my ass off. They just didn’t turn the fuckin ac off!”

The guy in the cab heard it and for some reason he felt compelled to play back this speech he had downloaded from some Osho ripoff called Osho Rajneesh or something… and this was about the use of the word ‘fuck’. It went on about how ‘fuck’ was the most used word in english and could be used in so many ways and went on with some examples and about how the word simply was… the most pitifully used. Perhaps the intention of making the speech was funny, but the intention with which this guy played it was a little annoying. The speech was interspersed with people laughing in the background and while K went on about how brilliant this was, I said I found it a little annoying. He did get the hint and switch it off but i wondered what gets peoples back up when women swear? I know I mentioned this a little while ago but seriously… I wasn’t referring to a person or swearing at him.

I would’ve perhaps let it ago if I’d frozen my ass off earlier and was a little cranky and for the little fact that yesterday the cab was a little like being in the locker room. By some strange coincidence, a bunch of guys who hadn’t met each other in a while got into the same cab. And I was the only girl. So I plugged in my music and would’ve spaced out except their conversation was louder than the music my earbuds could bear. They spoke about people getting married, women in their departments and some weird jokes about people they knew.

Nope, I do not understand what gets their back up but I think K got the point when i made it a point to use the f-word in a couple of other sentences where I really didn’t need to use it to make a point.

Song of the day: Superhero – Jane Addiction (Entourage theme song for the unenlightened)


Adieu Mr.Salinger

He wrote only 3 books of which I’ve read one and a half. And the one that I have read is among  my all my favorites.

I read that when I was perhaps… 15? And I promptly fell in love with Holden Caulfield’s character. Every time I do read the book, I turn into Caulfield. I feel the whole world is phony and everyone is horsing around. It is depression… it is an extreme disassociation and peace with the world. It is a little relieving and a little annoying… relieving because I don’t give a shit about anything and this usually occurs at the time when I actually should be caring about something which will come to bite me back in the ass later.

3 books and utter fame. Actually, it could be one book and utter fame because i didnt appreciate Franny and Zooey that much… and I’ve never managed to get a copy of Nine Stories. Why is Holden Caulfield so popular? I don’t know. Perhaps he represents everything that we dislike but do not have the guts to say so. Everything we think is phony – the way people talk to each other and say “we shall definitely meet up”, the way people fuss about unimportant things, the way people do not really care about anything… Yeah I liked him for his honesty. Because I would rather wonder what happened to the ducks in the pond than how much money some fake guy I just met earns. It was the love-hate relationship I had with the world.

The only other book that caught me so hard was To Kill A Mockingbird. Eternally beautiful. I never read the Diary of Anne Frank so many times. But I loved these books. I picked up Watership Down because Caulfied liked it in the book and I liked that too. There was something so strong and beautiful about those rabbits.

I even found this book called The Scarecrows… not sure if it was courtesy Caulfield or I just came across it at the same time. But that book depressed and scared me so much that I’d to reread all the nice books mentioned before to get rid of the image. Then I hid that book so bloody deep in the pile of books that I’ve not been able to find it again (I think I blocked it from my mind).

But here is to a man who perhaps wrote about himself and then hated writing it… Here is to a man who captured that perfect love-hate relationship with the world and was not scared to call the world a phony.

R.I.P Mr. Salinger

Song of the day: (I am trying to remember the album he goes searching for his sister  but I draw a blank… hence…) So… here is about being watched by the world