bon, I think i like your tag. Moving?

Just a regular weekday being annoyed at whatever Bob Bob was doing.

Alias I just can't care anymore, since I'm convinced that JG kicked Vaughn off the show and he was so much more interesting than her.

WTF is Time Warner's PROBLEM? When I called to close my account they told me to take my box and modem to my new apartment where they'll hook it up, which they did, eventually. You know, like this HAPPENS ALL THE TIME. And they sent me a bill the day after I moved for $565 FOR THE CONVERTER AND MODEM!

Alias -- Woot! No more Vaughn! Watching Jack during the hospital scenes was fun because I could tell he was having the exact same reaction I was -- sad that Sydney was sad, but fairly indifferent to Vaughn's status otherwise.

Skipped to post:

Leif is going to be a dragon and Emaryn is going to be a T-Rex with a big butterfly on it's chest. Sort of a girly T-Rex.

Gud, your kids are cool! You didn't by any chance take them to the Coterie's Dinasour Musical did you?

eta: Crap! I completly forgot about Alias!

Weren't there fires just a couple of years ago?

We have fires every year. It's one of the three seasons in SoCal -- Summer, Fire, and Rain.

But the fires a couple of years ago were really big and scary, especially in and around San Diego. They were producing so much smoke that you could look down Hollywood boulevard and tell that what looked sort of like fog was actually fire smoke.

JG definitely had a run in with the boob fairy. Head on collision, in fact.

Ass and thigh fairy, too. She looks pretty damn good.

Ass and thigh fairy, too.

Huh -- I don't remember ever seeing her below the waist.

I think this is the only season premiere they've ever done without the signature panning-up-the-legs-in-lingerie shot.

The big Simi fires had ash falling in Santa Monica. That's how I know these aren't big. Of course, I stayed home for the big fires, so I never had the panicky feeling of seeing hilltops ablaze, and seeing the light and the sky all askew.

Funny thing is, the fires in Jamaica were great. They'd be close enough, in the hills behind us, for us to hear the foliage crackle. But there was no fear any of those times of the fire escaping and covering the sort of distance these do here. Jumping freeways indeed! I wouldn't walk across the 118, or even run.

It was starting to feel a little like the apocalypse during the big fires. I can only imagine how hellish it felt down in San Diego.

Huh -- I don't remember ever seeing her below the waist.

I was thinking of how she looked on Leno the other night.

Where the ass and thigh fairy was pretty obvious.

Jeez. It's hot. (In herrrre.)

It also smells like a campfire.