Good lord, bon bon.

Also, grr! All the computer systems at school were supposed to be down until 2pm today. Needless to say, they are not back up yet. Lame!

I watched the Muppet Wizard of Oz. It was very uneven.

I may have to doublecheck the hottitude of Vaughn. . . but not now. . . now I'm watching much pre-Preakness coverage.

Yay! for weekend Natter. Only 7 unread! Hmm... now I have nothing more to read. This is one of those double-edged sword thingies, isn't it?

Hello, all. I watched (on TV) as the Mets beat the pants offa the Yankees. Although don't think that one laugher makes me feel any better about interleague play.

The weird part about watching the CSI finale, and then a day later watching Muppets in Oz, is that the second one had a scene with Quentin Tarantino! Where he was explaining how he would do a Brandy/Miss Piggy fight scene! With, like, explosions and flying eyeballs! And Miss Piggy was already wearing an eyepatch and Biker wear before Quentin got invoked at all. Sometimes, it can be very alarming what you can do with Muppets, like that alternate future where Beaker is a steroided bouncer at a club where Scooter dances in a cage in hot pants. (And that was the effing Christmas Special!!)

The CSI show itself was kind of meh, for me. My OTT-o-meter is stressed out by that show every week anyway, but CSI + Quentin = OTT meltdown. I spent half the episode wondering, "But doesn't Nick have to pee? Shouldn't he be kinda thirsty? If you really jerked on the belt of a very stiff man that hard, isn't there a good chance you'd fracture his lumbar spine?" So, a wee bit rich for my blood.

ETFC, because that spoiler is pretty funny to see, all of a sudden.

Blinvisible.

Cool!

I can say anything I want here.

Quentin. CSI.

This conjunction may be what is wrong with the world.

I saw QT on Conan (? I think) recently totally geeking out about the muppets. It made me not hate him.

ION, I have a Diet Coke with Splenda, and I don't think I like it. Too "sweet." Ick.

I'm in one of those cleaning frenzies, where I'm so frenzied that I'm re-organizing, buying new stuff to hold stuff and resorting books and stuff. But now that I've pulled everything off its shelves and made the dust fly everywhere, the place is a mess and I have no more energy to clean it.

Damn, Afleet Alex almost went down and was still able to win going away.

Afleet Alex almost went down and was still able to win going away.

Damn, missed it.

Also, there's a really unattractive schadenfreudian side to me that was rooting against him in the Derby because of all the schmaltzy sentimental buildup, but that's still really happy to hear this. Psychoanalyze at your own risk.

Just read Bitches and Natter.

Someone? 'Splain the difference.