It pains me to admit it, but I missed American Idol last night. I know, I know�it�s shameful. Worst of all, it means I�ll have never seen an episode without either Josh or Carmen around to make it all suck. Damn it! On the other hand, I missed it because I was off paying way too much for a dee-licious Mexican dinner at a restaurant with really shitty valets. Fortunately, I did not have to avail myself of their parking services. But the point of this was to let y�all know that I won�t be able to offer my expert commentary on who deserves to live or die. Well, okay, I can always do that -- I just don�t have last night�s episode to bolster my arguments. Although I gather that Clay apparently really screwed up one of his songs because they made him switch numbers 25 minutes prior to air time. Hmmm�methinks the producers are up to something. Something called Making Damn Sure Ruben Wins.
Also, and this is unrelated, it�s come to my attention that a lot of people have interpreted the Alias finale in such a way that they believe Syd has been sent into the future, possibly by the Rambaldi device that Sloane assembled in the finale. Maybe I�m just lacking for imagination, but I don�t think this is the case. Mind you, I�m not saying it isn�t, because that show will really fuck with your head. But I�ve got my reasons to believe it was a pretty straight-forward case of Syd suffering from temporary hysterical amnesia, induced by the events of the finale, and snapping out of it (due to something we�ve not yet seen) two years later.
Basically, my reasons are this: first, Syd was wearing different clothes. If she was tossed into a different time (a la Back to the Future and such), wouldn�t she still be in the same outfit, condition, etc.? Second, Syd had scars she�d never seen before. Obviously, she�d been existing in real space and time long enough to receive wounds that then healed over. Lastly, and this is my weakest argument, but I don�t necessarily think Alias is a time-travel type of show. They do have some sci-fi underpinnings and tend to delve into mysticism fairly frequently (prophecies, anyone?), but they generally stop short before becoming a complete fantasy show.
Essentially, I think it�s entirely possible that the Rambaldi device may have had something to do with Syd�s memory loss -- and wouldn�t it be the kick if it turned out she�d been running undercover ops for Sloane this whole time, thanks to a little Rambaldi-sponsored brainwashing? But I don�t think she was actually cast into a different time.
So yesterday, some crazy shit went down here at Titanic Cruises. Let me begin at the end and tell you all that I�ve finally come into my own as a transplant Angeleno. That�s right, ladies and people with penises -- I called the cops on someone�s sorry ass.
This process server came into our office to serve some random employee -- which one, I know not -- but the guy wasn�t here. Evidently, he�s one of our many, many employees that doesn�t work in the sales office, and doesn�t keep regular hours. Now the server said the lawsuit (whatever it was about) had nothing to do with Titanic Cruises, so Joanie told him the guy wasn�t here, and maybe he should try him at home.
This is when things got weird. The process server got belligerent and hostile, dropped the paper on a chair, and then prepared to leave. This is approximately when I returned from lunch, to discover Joanie telling the guy very assertively that she could not allow him to involve the company in an unrelated legal matter, and he would have to take the document and go. He refused, pretending that he had fulfilled his duty as a process server (which he hadn�t) and that it was now Joanie�s legal responsibility to get the document to the intended recipient (which it wasn�t). So that�s when Dolly took it upon herself to get all dramatic about it (surprise!), and she started hollering and screeching at him till she was quite literally scarlet with rage about how he needed to pick it up and get his ass out the door.
That�s when I got involved, pointing out that if the suit did not involve Titanic Cruises, it wasn�t in any way the company�s responsibility, and he could not legally try to involve us. I further informed him that by leaving the document behind (without getting a signature) in a place where he had no guarantee the recipient would ever find it, it was the equivalent of leaving it on a park bench and hoping the guy would just happen by and pick it up. He didn�t listen to me, so Dolly told me to call the police.
And call I did. So two ginormous deputies from the Sheriff�s Department came lumbering up the stairs (after this guy spent twenty minutes bitching about how he was going to bill us for his time), and told him if he didn�t take the thing and bugger off, that they were going to arrest his ass. So he left. Woohoo!
So don�t mess with me. I�ll call the cops on you.
