I still like Veronica Mars, but I had class on Tuesdays last semester, so I only caught it if I remember to tape it. But I'm up to date on all the recaps, and on all the recaps for TAR, too, even though I've never seen it.

I think I will watch TAR, just because of the white font. How exciting. Thanks, guys!

Also, also: It's time to talk about food now. Last night I had steak and a baked sweet potato, with butter and brown sugar. Tonight, I'm having lemon chicken and brown rice, and there were going to be peas, but I got lazy. I love not having homework, and being home early enough to cook. It is totally awesome. Of course, the night before that I was going to have BBQ chicken pizza, but because I got too lazy to make the chicken, I just had BBQ pizza, but even that was good. Food is great.

Owen Wilson (who was in Armdageddon). Luke Wilson (who was in an episode of The X Files).

Yeah, Owen. I like 'em a little rough around the edges.

Yeah, that was disappointing. And a Yield would certainly have caused some fireworks.

OTOH, Adam and Rebecca were really bugging me, so I was laughing at Freddy and Kendra actually beating them despite being yielded.

She certainly managed another lovely comment, though her interactions with actual people were a lot nicer.

Glad also that they showed some of the beauty of Ethiopia, and just in general set up the leg with some respect. That chuch was fascinating, I feel the need for some googling coming on.

Anne and Jesse, yeah. But given all the niceynicey I've seen elsewhere (yeah, I'm spoiled, I was that desperate ) I didn't expect it.

Not good people, either of them. I honestly don't think any human should be subjected to that shit that J inflicted. However, I didn't like V for crap either. She needs a spine, regardless of her shitty choices.

OK, yep, the Owen brothers. Big dorks, but still OK. Which I don't get, so totally not my ill defined type. Makes no sense.

Mmm. Gotta love a good dork, I do. Of course, the definition of "good" in this case is a bit hard to pin down, but still. Mandatory love.

My dorks are usually qualified with not-blond, not-pale. It's a thing. Been a few exceptions that mystify me. OK, actor wise a few. Actual people I interact with, well, that's more explainable. Probably growing up where I did, where the definition of attractive leaned towards darker hair and not-my-pale-freckled-skin. God I wanted olive skin and black hair forEVER.

Oh, P-C, that was definitely the best India story. These were my favorite parts:

This was symbolism: marriage is silly.

Hello!" I said to Mehulbhai in Gujarati. "What's your name?" "Shut up," he replied in English.

It just sounds so awesome.

TAR: HELL FUCKING YEAH. (I was spoiled, since DH is interviewing them tomorrow. But when it happened, we still both high-fived each other and shouted "YAAY, POOCHIE'S DEAD!") And I loved how Phil was trying valiantly to keep the giant grin off his face.

Next to go needs to be Freddy and Kendra. And then Adam and Rebecca. I've got nothing against Rebecca, but Adam makes my teeth hurt. I think Lori and Bolo must be more tired than anyone else at this point, just because their bodies require so many more calories to keep going.

I have trouble telling the Wilson brothers apart, but wouldn't kick either of them out of bed for eating crackers.

As for TAR: woo-hoo! Our long national nightmare is ov- oh wait, Bush is still in office. At least it's a little bit better, anyway. Now we can just concentrate our hatred on Kendra.