tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83278069467760777782024-03-05T02:30:57.576-05:00Hank and Phyllis Stein Like to WatchIntimate chatter about TV, the world, and other pressing matters from the bedroom of the couple voted Minnesota's "most interesting seniors"Hank Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11405442608274547740noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-50250476242712781422008-12-11T13:19:00.005-05:002008-12-11T13:30:20.491-05:00The itinerant journalist's prayerSay, big guy, how's about a little something for the scribes and Pharisees?Hank Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11405442608274547740noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-63518669259737519292007-08-24T17:03:00.000-05:002007-08-24T18:13:00.036-05:00Phyllis finds greatness on MTVSo, I started watching this show on MTV called The Hills. It's a reality soap opera, and I had read about the really terrible people who star in it and their fights/plastic surgeries. It's my new favorite show. It's about this girl who looks like a horse with a bad boob job and very blond hair (see THIS!). She is engaged to this even worse person who would be gay, but is actually so lizardly Phyllis Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846721082572748293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-21367180151938829722007-07-14T15:30:00.000-05:002007-07-26T17:16:55.865-05:00Phyllis plans her summer TV viewing itinerary Last summer, when there was barely anything on TV, Hank and I devoted ourselves to watching back episodes of House found on USA and FOX, having only caught it by chance during the regular season. It was not a waste of time. And while Hank can quite happily fill his (many, many) summer TV hours with baseball every single day, I am finding the listings paltry and thin. And so it is time to watch Phyllis Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846721082572748293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-9183329693907373432007-07-13T16:44:00.000-05:002007-07-13T18:37:08.756-05:00Hank discovers where all the great orators have gone: into diet-pill advertisingPhyllis of late has been going through one of those blue periods we all experience, when nothing on television sounds good. Night after night she consults the listings and sighs and goes off to knit instead, leaving me to amuse myself with movie-buff chatboards and online shopping sites. I was strolling through the pharmacy department at Target.com looking for deals on shampoo and vitamins when IHank Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11405442608274547740noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-64723509951821268392007-07-08T09:14:00.000-05:002007-07-13T18:26:04.210-05:00Perusing the listings for summer replacement reality TV, Hank gets a great idea for a new showWhile I was watching the Twins/White Sox game yesterday on Fox, I saw an advertisement for one of the network's summer reality shows: Don't Forget the Lyrics, hosted by Wayne Brady. No, that's wrong, I thought to myself. That is not the name of the show. I went on the Internet to clear up this confusion and discovered that Fox and I were both right. NBC is producing an identically premised show Hank Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11405442608274547740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-29588323154608683882007-06-26T16:53:00.000-05:002007-06-28T17:22:47.210-05:00Hank receives a copy of OJ Simpson's If I Did It and tells all the spoilers to Phyllis, who was not going to read it anywayThe most interesting thing about this book to me is the number of times he assures the reader he is telling the truth. This is not a long book--only 226 pages, and 34 pages are transcripts of 911 calls and OJ's first police interrogation--but I circled 10 "to tell the truth"s, 12 "frankly"s, and 32 "to be honest"s, which is about one every three pages on average. For a man who has already been Hank Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11405442608274547740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-63605619891237027582007-06-22T12:24:00.000-05:002007-06-27T14:38:15.541-05:00Phyllis is reminded that Jennifer Garner is not really just like herI think I was supposed to be relaxing as I lay on the table. It was my first acupuncture appointment. I was not relaxed. But I was thinking about what would be relaxing--being in Hawaii. Since recently, all I want to do is go to Hawaii. I feel it in my bones, like arthritis. Seeing online pictures all week of Jennifer Garner and her family on vacation with Matt Damon's family on the big island inPhyllis Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846721082572748293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-16828557718780626222007-06-14T09:20:00.002-05:002007-06-14T11:12:05.878-05:00Hank reads the juicy bits about Eleanor Mondale from the new Warren Zevon biography to Phyllis, who is sleepingSugar, this is very interesting. Did you know that Warren Zevon had a fling with Eleanor Mondale? If I did, I had forgotten. There are several excerpts from his diary about her in this book, I'll Sleep When I'm Dead. He makes her out to be a real dynamo in bed. Gave the best blowjobs since Nancy Reagan, it sounds like. I'll just read you the best parts:February 27, 1990--Minneapolis...TV Hank Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11405442608274547740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-54463496500080313612007-06-12T12:31:00.000-05:002007-06-14T12:54:26.254-05:00Phyllis likes the ending of The Sopranos, but Hank smells a Hollywood-sized ratHank: Phyllis, it says on the Internet that practically everybody in that diner at the end of The Sopranos had a connection to Tony's crew. The man at the counter we kept seeing was a Leotardo, Phil's blood relative, and there was a trucker whose brother was killed by Christopher, and two black men who tried to kill Tony once, and some boy scouts who--I forget, sugar. I don't know how I feel Hank Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11405442608274547740noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-47756464968004667682007-05-28T17:58:00.000-05:002007-06-22T14:36:25.046-05:00Phyllis enjoys watching Friday Night Lights on the InternetWhen the "Internet" started, I was struck by how it lacks the late night quality of radio, television, and 24-hour convenience stores. If you turn it on in the middle of the night, it's too bright and just the same as it was when you went to bed. There is no 3-6 am dj who keeps strange company through the wee hours, no old re-runs. No obscure movie you swear no one but you had ever heard of. EvenPhyllis Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846721082572748293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-18657463840796334422007-05-15T11:56:00.000-05:002007-06-22T14:39:32.869-05:00The Gilmore Girls finale is a sore disappointment to PhyllisI am not so sad to see these two masters of inanity go their separate ways. For the last few years I have watched The Gilmore Girls through the fast forward button, stopping briefly to see if anything true happened when Rory or Lorelei were in a scene that did not feature local color: Kirk, Babette, Sally Struthers, or the town boob, Taylor. I always liked Lorelei the best, though I never Phyllis Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846721082572748293noreply@blogger.com62tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-56361127182639205632007-05-03T16:49:00.000-05:002007-05-03T17:10:42.169-05:00How Hank would like to see The Sopranos endAt the apex of whatever crisis they pose at the end--AJ gets murdered, or Phil comes gunning for Tony, or Carmela decides to run for governor--Tony awakens with a start. Bad dream.Only he's not Tony. He really is an accountant named Kevin Finnerty whose long fever has just broken. "I just had the craziest dream," he tells the crowd gathered round his bed. "You was in it. And you, and you was in Hank Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11405442608274547740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-86951572986016232792007-05-01T14:40:00.000-05:002007-05-15T18:53:49.687-05:00Making faces: People's "100 Most Beautiful" issueHank: This morning I drank too much coffee, and as so often happens I have been experiencing a bout of intestinal distress. It has given me a chance to look at your "100 Most Beautiful" issue of People. Is there one particular cosmetic surgeon who specializes in computer-generated faces, honey, or is it a bigger trend? Halle Berry used to be so gorgeous, and now she scares me. I miss bad Phyllis Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13846721082572748293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-57521486186984761502007-04-27T14:52:00.000-05:002007-04-28T07:12:53.438-05:00Hank believes he has discovered a new disorder: AD-DVD-DHank: I have always treasured the air of mystery about you, Phyllis, but why do you persist in your refusal to watch DVDs with me? You spend countless hours surfing through cable channels and watching less distinguished fare. Is it fear of commitment? Attention Deficit Disorder? (I still wish you would borrow some Ritalin from one of your students, sweetie, just to try it out.)Because if it is Hank Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11405442608274547740noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-52653847972610802792007-04-27T09:31:00.000-05:002007-04-27T15:35:51.914-05:00Unbelievable HousePhyllis: Of all the unconvincing aspects of House--Cameron's matching vests, pants, and jackets; Cuddy's va-va-voomage; Foreman's velvet blazers; House's pink shirt; Wilson's equanimity (his clothes are boring)--what do you think is the most unbelievable part of the show?Hank: The most unbelievable thing to me, Phyllis, is that they said there was going to be a dog and there wasn't any dog. You Hank Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11405442608274547740noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8327806946776077778.post-52386788955260872402007-04-25T16:56:00.000-05:002007-04-27T15:37:52.519-05:00Phyllis, my darling, for you I have created this blog as a testament to our love of each other and televisionWelcome. All that is mine is yours.Hank Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11405442608274547740noreply@blogger.com0