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ella_menno) wrote2007-03-15 11:38 am
ella_menno) wrote2007-03-15 11:38 am
JA on JKL, or, "Do you curl your eyelashes?"
(Which, first of all, how do they get off calling the show “Jimmy Kimmel Live” when the first thing you see is the little message on the bottom of the screen RECORDED EARLIER? I’m just sayin.)
So I get all ready to watch the show, even though Jimmy Kimmel? Not my favorite guy, but it’s Jensen, so I’m ready to make the sacrifice. It’s 10:45, I’ve got the TV programmed to remind me when the show comes on – I’m good.
Except for the fact that we had a guest over earlier (our parish priest); nice guy, but let me tell you – I’m not a ‘hey, let’s entertain’ kind of person to begin with, so there was no small bit of stress knowing that he was coming over. Then, of course, we’re smack in the middle of Lent, so I freaked out over what to have out. ‘Cause normally, if you have someone over after dinner, you put out some cookies or have a cake or something – but, y’know, Lent, and lots of people (like, for example, my husband) give up sweets, and I’m a convert anyway, so I’m never 100% sure I’m doing the Lent thing right; I mean, what if you’re not even supposed to have desserts at all during Lent, and out I come with coffee and a huge plate of frosted confectionary delights? So, anyway, I was so busy worrying about that, I never got around to eating dinner.
Anyway. It’s 10:45, and I says to myself, “Self,” I says, “I’m starving.” And it’s not like I’m hungry for anything we actually have in the house – pfft, that would be easy – I’m hungry for Mexican food. Taco Bell, specifically, and yeah, I know that isn’t real Mexican food, but *you* try reasoning with my stomach.
So here I am in my jammies (the red flannel ones with the dice pattern all over them). I run upstairs to see if I can talk the husband into running out for me; he’s already asleep. There goes that idea.
Okay, I figure; it’s not that far away; I can throw on a coat, hop in the car, and be back in time for the show.
10:50. I back out, hoping that the garage door doesn’t wake anyone up (because if I bring back food and don’t have anything for the kids? Hell. To. Pay.). Drive, rather faster than is technically allowable on residential streets. Get there; order my Crunchwrap and Taco Supreme; get my food; leave.
Drive back home - again, at a rate of speed somewhat higher than legally mandated. Open the garage, again, (because I am far too paranoid to leave the door open, even though I was gone for all of seven minutes), and sneak in the house, breath held, wondering if I accomplished my mission in secret.
Look around; listen; nothing. Huge sigh of relief.
So I shrug off the coat, grab the food, and head into the TV room, ready to enjoy my feast.
Then I hear movement upstairs. Crap. I shove the food (still in the bag, thank goodness) into the drawer of the coffee table and look up, pasting on my best innocent-why-aren’t-you-in-bed face – and realize the person coming down the stairs is, in fact, the dog.
Whew, again. She hops up on the sofa, and keeps me company (granted, with a somewhat longing look on her face, but if you think I’m feeding my gastrointestinally-fussy canine Taco Bell, you’ve obviously never had to clean up after her) while I eat, and wait for the show to start.
And wait. And wait. Because even though the TV listings clearly state the show starts at 11:30, it does not in fact begin until 11:36, and after waiting all day to see Jensen Ackles? Yes, I begrudged the extra six minutes, thank you very much.
Finally – the show starts. I know it’s an hour long talk show, so I realized I was gonna have to put up with the monologue dealie in the beginning. Fine. And the other guest is Rosie Perez, who, I suppose, is technically a bigger draw than JA. So if I get to see him before midnight, it’ll be a miracle.
Monologue, blah blah blah, Cousin Sal at the LA Marathon (okay, that was kind of funny) blah blah blah, so many commercials my eyes might’ve actually started to bleed a little, and then we get Rosie Perez.
Who talks.
And talks.
And talks some more. Which, okay, I mean, I like her and everything – but when they came back from commercial and she was STILL yapping? I was like ‘HEY ROSIE GLAD YOU WERE HERE KTHXBAI STOP TALKING NOW PLS NOW?!??!”
Which she did NOT. So I suffered through two segments worth of Rosie Perez – who isn’t even promoting a current project, for crying out loud – all the time worrying that JA was going to get bumped, which would have really ticked me off. I mean, with the Taco Bell and all, I was kind of looking at this like my own little Jensen-fest! Lo, it could not be all in vain!
Thankfully, it was not in vain. Commercials over, and Kimmel introduces him – aaaaaaaaaand the crowd goes wild. Here are my thoughts, or what I remember of them:
1. Good Lord, that man is hot.
2. Does he always wear black for interviews?
3. Not that I’m complaining, mind.
4. He looks so nervous! Look how he’s rubbing his hands on his thighs!
5. Um. But if it makes him feel better, I could I do that for him….
6. He’s doing such a good job!
7. OMG, he’s talking about the internet! Thousands of fangirls are aflame!
8. OMG, his mother reads stuff about him that’s on the internet? Thousands of fangirls are (temporarily) ashamed..
9. Yes, he does throw knives – but only because he HAS to!
And, under separate cover: what’s with the total non-answer to the “do you have a girlfriend” question?? I gotta think that’s going to cause a stir online today. (At least, I hope it does. *is evil*) I figure there are several ways to interpret his non-answer, which I have helpfully compiled for you below:
1. “Oh, crap, the girlfriend question. Quick, quick, I gotta make up a girlfriend so I don’t get mobbed by the crazy chicks in the audience when I try to leave after the show.”
2. “Oh, crap, the girlfriend question. My mom doesn’t know we broke up, and I don’t want her to find out like this….”
3. “Oh, crap, the girlfriend question. Kimmel, you are totally messing with my chances to bang one of these ‘rabid, horny fangirls’ in your audience, dude.”
4. “Oh, crap, the girlfriend question. I’m sekritly married but am forbidden to reveal it, for it could well affect our already-dicey ratings!”
5. “Oh, crap, the girlfriend question. Wonder if Jared will mind if I tell the truth?”
(Kidding! Just kidding about that last one!)
And then it was over, more’s the pity. Jensen didn’t get nearly enough time onscreen – (though I’ll admit that seeing him at the very end, when JK introduced the band, was a nice bonus), and I figured, okay, I can go to bed now – if I want to, I can see it again on YouTube tomorrow.
I go upstairs, where the TV in my room is still on, and realize that on a different channel, the show is still on, having started a half-hour later. Oooh, getting late – should I watch it again?
Well, duh, of course I did; it’s Jensen Ackles, people. Just as lovely the second time, and –
OH I FORGOT. How much did I love it that Rosie Perez asked about his eyelashes?!?! The woman almost totally redeemed her earlier run-off-at-the-mouthiness with that remark! Jensen!lashes!!!! *swoon*
Okay; now I’m really done. That’s my recap, for what it’s worth; now I’m gonna go read what everyone else thought (because surely I am not the only one who watched him.)
(Was I?)
So I get all ready to watch the show, even though Jimmy Kimmel? Not my favorite guy, but it’s Jensen, so I’m ready to make the sacrifice. It’s 10:45, I’ve got the TV programmed to remind me when the show comes on – I’m good.
Except for the fact that we had a guest over earlier (our parish priest); nice guy, but let me tell you – I’m not a ‘hey, let’s entertain’ kind of person to begin with, so there was no small bit of stress knowing that he was coming over. Then, of course, we’re smack in the middle of Lent, so I freaked out over what to have out. ‘Cause normally, if you have someone over after dinner, you put out some cookies or have a cake or something – but, y’know, Lent, and lots of people (like, for example, my husband) give up sweets, and I’m a convert anyway, so I’m never 100% sure I’m doing the Lent thing right; I mean, what if you’re not even supposed to have desserts at all during Lent, and out I come with coffee and a huge plate of frosted confectionary delights? So, anyway, I was so busy worrying about that, I never got around to eating dinner.
Anyway. It’s 10:45, and I says to myself, “Self,” I says, “I’m starving.” And it’s not like I’m hungry for anything we actually have in the house – pfft, that would be easy – I’m hungry for Mexican food. Taco Bell, specifically, and yeah, I know that isn’t real Mexican food, but *you* try reasoning with my stomach.
So here I am in my jammies (the red flannel ones with the dice pattern all over them). I run upstairs to see if I can talk the husband into running out for me; he’s already asleep. There goes that idea.
Okay, I figure; it’s not that far away; I can throw on a coat, hop in the car, and be back in time for the show.
10:50. I back out, hoping that the garage door doesn’t wake anyone up (because if I bring back food and don’t have anything for the kids? Hell. To. Pay.). Drive, rather faster than is technically allowable on residential streets. Get there; order my Crunchwrap and Taco Supreme; get my food; leave.
Drive back home - again, at a rate of speed somewhat higher than legally mandated. Open the garage, again, (because I am far too paranoid to leave the door open, even though I was gone for all of seven minutes), and sneak in the house, breath held, wondering if I accomplished my mission in secret.
Look around; listen; nothing. Huge sigh of relief.
So I shrug off the coat, grab the food, and head into the TV room, ready to enjoy my feast.
Then I hear movement upstairs. Crap. I shove the food (still in the bag, thank goodness) into the drawer of the coffee table and look up, pasting on my best innocent-why-aren’t-you-in-bed face – and realize the person coming down the stairs is, in fact, the dog.
Whew, again. She hops up on the sofa, and keeps me company (granted, with a somewhat longing look on her face, but if you think I’m feeding my gastrointestinally-fussy canine Taco Bell, you’ve obviously never had to clean up after her) while I eat, and wait for the show to start.
And wait. And wait. Because even though the TV listings clearly state the show starts at 11:30, it does not in fact begin until 11:36, and after waiting all day to see Jensen Ackles? Yes, I begrudged the extra six minutes, thank you very much.
Finally – the show starts. I know it’s an hour long talk show, so I realized I was gonna have to put up with the monologue dealie in the beginning. Fine. And the other guest is Rosie Perez, who, I suppose, is technically a bigger draw than JA. So if I get to see him before midnight, it’ll be a miracle.
Monologue, blah blah blah, Cousin Sal at the LA Marathon (okay, that was kind of funny) blah blah blah, so many commercials my eyes might’ve actually started to bleed a little, and then we get Rosie Perez.
Who talks.
And talks.
And talks some more. Which, okay, I mean, I like her and everything – but when they came back from commercial and she was STILL yapping? I was like ‘HEY ROSIE GLAD YOU WERE HERE KTHXBAI STOP TALKING NOW PLS NOW?!??!”
Which she did NOT. So I suffered through two segments worth of Rosie Perez – who isn’t even promoting a current project, for crying out loud – all the time worrying that JA was going to get bumped, which would have really ticked me off. I mean, with the Taco Bell and all, I was kind of looking at this like my own little Jensen-fest! Lo, it could not be all in vain!
Thankfully, it was not in vain. Commercials over, and Kimmel introduces him – aaaaaaaaaand the crowd goes wild. Here are my thoughts, or what I remember of them:
1. Good Lord, that man is hot.
2. Does he always wear black for interviews?
3. Not that I’m complaining, mind.
4. He looks so nervous! Look how he’s rubbing his hands on his thighs!
5. Um. But if it makes him feel better, I could I do that for him….
6. He’s doing such a good job!
7. OMG, he’s talking about the internet! Thousands of fangirls are aflame!
8. OMG, his mother reads stuff about him that’s on the internet? Thousands of fangirls are (temporarily) ashamed..
9. Yes, he does throw knives – but only because he HAS to!
And, under separate cover: what’s with the total non-answer to the “do you have a girlfriend” question?? I gotta think that’s going to cause a stir online today. (At least, I hope it does. *is evil*) I figure there are several ways to interpret his non-answer, which I have helpfully compiled for you below:
2. “Oh, crap, the girlfriend question. My mom doesn’t know we broke up, and I don’t want her to find out like this….”
3. “Oh, crap, the girlfriend question. Kimmel, you are totally messing with my chances to bang one of these ‘rabid, horny fangirls’ in your audience, dude.”
4. “Oh, crap, the girlfriend question. I’m sekritly married but am forbidden to reveal it, for it could well affect our already-dicey ratings!”
5. “Oh, crap, the girlfriend question. Wonder if Jared will mind if I tell the truth?”
(Kidding! Just kidding about that last one!)
And then it was over, more’s the pity. Jensen didn’t get nearly enough time onscreen – (though I’ll admit that seeing him at the very end, when JK introduced the band, was a nice bonus), and I figured, okay, I can go to bed now – if I want to, I can see it again on YouTube tomorrow.
I go upstairs, where the TV in my room is still on, and realize that on a different channel, the show is still on, having started a half-hour later. Oooh, getting late – should I watch it again?
Well, duh, of course I did; it’s Jensen Ackles, people. Just as lovely the second time, and –
OH I FORGOT. How much did I love it that Rosie Perez asked about his eyelashes?!?! The woman almost totally redeemed her earlier run-off-at-the-mouthiness with that remark! Jensen!lashes!!!! *swoon*
Okay; now I’m really done. That’s my recap, for what it’s worth; now I’m gonna go read what everyone else thought (because surely I am not the only one who watched him.)
(Was I?)