Watching last night's TAR, and I don't care, I just love the hippies. They're having fun and kicking ass. The only thing is, unless something really crazy happens, it's going to be between them and the frat boys down to the end. Which still gives me a team to root for and one to root against, but still.
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yeah, it's been a pretty uneven field which surprises me. At the beginning of last night's episode I was thinking that unlike the last season there really isn't a team that all the other teams seem to dislike, but now I'm thinking that actually Lake and Michelle are that team.
How could they not be? I mean, really.
LOVE the Eagle of Truthiness!
"Well, kids," he said, "Put your wands away and close those spellbooks, and get ready to be Sorted into the House of Truth!"
The hippies are being really smart, I think -- the goofy act (which I don't think is entirely an act), plus the fact that they're just nice to everyone is making them seem like much less of a threat than they actually are, in spite of their being over an hour ahead of everyone else.
I'm hoping that MoJo will be the surprise back-of-the-pack winner. They're not the coldest beers in the Chevy, but I can't help liking them anyway. And their game-play so far has been better than their reading skills.
Has everyone been following the previous racers blog?
The entirety of Jess's second whitefont made me giggle. FYI. And I agree with the first one as well.
I'd wondered about that pile of sticks in the back of Colbert's set, seriously. And now they have a use for it!
Your kiss is on my list.
Not only am I earwormed, it keeps segueing into Private Eyes. That's not the worst part, though. The worst part is that I'm kind of enjoying it.
Not only am I earwormed, it keeps segueing into Private Eyes.
Heh. Good thing I'm listening to my iPod right now.
The worst part is that I'm kind of enjoying it.
Hall and Oats are... underappreciated. Or something.
Your kiss is on my list.
That song is on my Liszt.
Ain't nothing wrong with a little Hall & Oates.