You forgot The Next Pussycat Doll! That's what Mr. Jane and I watch so we can have fluff after the emotional rollercoaster.
Also, Mr. Jane
now
wants to save the show. He's always a little late with these things. I told him it only ever ends in tears. And yet, I kinda want to pat him on the head.
Welcome to fandom Mr. Jane.
It's hailing, lightening and thundering outside. The entry door to the garage is open but I'm not about to go out there and close it. As long as the big door is shut, I'm sure it's fine.
I wish I had Cash's weather. I mean, I like my windshield as much as the next, but I really ADORE dramatic thunderstorms.
Scared the crap out of me when I was in the kitchen! What is it with the hail recently? I have so few memories of hail, and this is the second time just since I moved here! WTF?
Mr. Jane, now finding out what it's like to be enamoured of a show, pointed me at this. I offer it to y'all sara, sumi, juliana, shrift and the rest [link] .
ETA: Also, please note where in the paper it is. Sports.
Moby Dick's not about the whale? Bad PR, then.
Damn, I should have been sleeping. But I watched ep 5 of Life On Mars (that ending was major deja vu for me, sufficient to make it creepy--I must have seen it somewhere else).
Hec might want to watch this clip all the way through to the end.
DJ, that's awesome and hilarious! And it's my paper! I never read the sports section, so I totally missed it. Which is amusing. Hey, my HS won state last year. Like I knew at the time. Hell, it had a good chance at state while I was there and attending games (and not giving a shit and
certainly not getting shakey in the last 10 seconds.)
I didn't care. But FNL? I cared. And I hate football.
So apparently the snowpocalypse decided block our satellite signal tonight, and I just discovered that my TiVo did not record Friday Night Lights.
Universe? I would like to show you my bitchface.
I have a window open browsing the Perv Mart and I'm not sure how I got there.
And I'm scared to look at my browser's history and find out I'm a naughty person.
I'll go to krav instead.