Geeking Out for 4 Days: Comic-Con 08 TV Panels Announced

Although the dates and times are only tentative at this point, I am already contemplating the creation of what will be a masterful spreadsheet and schedule for my weekend in San Diego next month. Hello, my name is Jo and I find great joy in structure.

So far, I have a 4-Day Pass, a roundtrip flight, rented car and a place to stay. I’m hoping to have some Get Lost with JOpinionated swag created as well, to pass out to fellow Lost fans. Any suggestions?

I am at the Rookie level with regard to comic and serial novels. I am primarily attending Comic-Con because the following television shows will be holding panels there (which usually include producers, writers and actors…and if we’re lucky, teasers for the next season).


  • Dexter


  • Heroes
  • Lost
  • The Office
  • Pushing Daisies
  • Fringe

Of course there will be plenty of other panels, but the above are on my personal wish list. There’s no guarantee that I’ll get into any of them, but you know that I’ll wait for as long as I have to and do whatever is necessary just to attend the Lost panel.

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AFI’s Top 10 Films (in Major Genre Categories)

It is no secret that I love lists.

So when AFI recently released their Top 10 Greatest Films in 10 Classic Genres, I was quite happy.

Here are the categories:

  • Animation
  • Courtroom Drama
  • Epic
  • Fantasy
  • Gangster
  • Mystery
  • Romantic Comedies
  • Sci-Fi
  • Sports
  • Western

Enjoy, and feel free to share which of their choices you strongly agree or disagree with (and I will do the same when I have more time).

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Bull Durham, 20 Years Later

I believe in the soul. The c**k. The p***y. The
small of
a woman’s back. The hanging curveball. High fiber. Good scotch. That
the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe
Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a
Constitution Amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I
believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents
Christmas morning rather than Christmas eve. And I believe in long,
slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.

This week was the 20 year anniversary of Bull Durham. Not only was it one of best sports films ever made, that speech is a classic (writer/director Ron Shelton was nominated for an Oscar for Original Screenplay, which most people don’t remember). I was only 15 when I saw it in the theater, so obviously a few of those lines didn’t really sink in at the time, but the movie has always been a favorite. And you have to admit that it’s one of Costner’s better performances. Ever.

ESPN The Magazine has a great series of interviews posted right now with Costner, Tim Robbins and Ron Shelton.

Hard to believe that Tim Robbins and Susan Sarandon met on the set of this film twenty years ago…and that both of them and Costner are now all Oscar winning actors (Costner for Dances with Wolves, Sarandon for Dead Man Walking, Robbins for Mystic River).

Bull Durham is the type of movie that remains timeless and very entertaining; it’s the film you stop channel surfing for on a Saturday afternoon, and one you enjoy regardless of whether or not you’re a baseball fan.

By the way, Shelton is in pre-production for an adaptation of the Barry Bonds book Game of Shadows (for HBO Films). Given his track record with various sports movies (Bull Durham, White Men Can’t Jump, Tin Cup), he seems a very appropriate choice to write and direct this one.

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History in the Making: June 17, 2008

Tonight we sit on the precipice of history. All of us.

In May, the CA Supreme Court ruled that all Californians have the freedom to marry. Californians, human beings, people in love. Legally recognized and official freedom.

You may not agree with the new law, but I guarantee that tomorrow will become a part of U.S. history.  The date June 17, 2008 will be included in the textbooks of the next generation and beyond, regardless of the outcome from the ballot measure to overturn it in November.

I am overcome with emotion and pride right now; proud to be an openly gay American and very happy to have been raised and live in California. [If this is the first time you've visited this site, here are my initial thoughts about this state of change.]

That our nation is seemingly about to elect an African American candidate signals an obvious shift. That the Republican governor of this state recognizes that gay marriage will boost the economy is a surprising step in the right direction. That I can legally marry the love of my life is something I never imagined I’d have the opportunity to do.

I have never fought or asked for special rights. I was brought up to believe in equality across the board and without question, and now that has transformed from a pipe dream into reality.

Love is in the air, indeed. Congratulations to everyone who will be getting married, now that they can.

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Like Father, Like Daughter: A Letter to Dad on His Day

Dear Dad:

Thanks for having me.

I wanted to let you know that I remember and appreciate every single afternoon, evening and weekend you spent at my soccer games from the early/ugly years through high school. While the sidelines down there in the OC were always crowded with Soccer Moms and Desperate Housewives, I was the only kid lucky enough to have my very own Soccer Dad. Still am.

You’ve always been my #1 fan, and believed in me even when I wasn’t playing sports or achieving success at anything in particular. It seems that your faith in me has never wavered, which is both a surprise and a blessing.

Even though you don’t want to admit it, you and are I very similar (and I’m not just referring to our genetically blessed Thighs of Superhuman Strength). It is only now, as an adult, that I can truly acknowledge, verbalize and respect that realization.

Just ten or so years ago, I would not have written a letter like this, nor would I have had the courage to. It took me far too long, but I finally recognized and extinguished my misguided anger and frustration with our relationship.  I was blind to your unconditional love. Now that my eyes are open, my heart is open to yours as well.



p.s. I still have the framed article that you gave me from the LA Times in the late 80′s; the paragraph that mentions the only time I ever scored two goals in one game in high school. I may not have thanked you then, but your thoughtful little gifts like this have always meant the world to me.

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