Fuck, is that on?
No, wait, Canada.
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.
Fuck, is that on?
No, wait, Canada.
No, wait, Canada.
Yeah, it was on a Canadian channel. I don't even know what network it's on in the US
Canadians and their freaky timing, confusing the USians!
The perceived inconvenience is way bigger than the actual inconvenience for me, so I don't really know why I hate it so much.
This. So much this. I dunno why. I just hate it. You're right, though, I'll be happier about it when I'm back to hanging clothes on the line outside. I used to love it then; the sweet smell of the drying clothes, the breeze in my hair.
Do you guys remember when we'd just gotten Seabiscuit, and he was so enamoured of the SO that he'd sleep underneath the SO's pajamas when they were drying on the line? 'Cause that was cute.
I don't even know what network it's on in the US
It's on ABC tomorrow.
My TV tonight:
7 pm: Gossip Girls
8 pm: Pushing Daisies
9 pm: The Tudors, which has had
a lot of boobies so far for network prime time.
You know that's the real anti-commercialism aspect of Tivo. The networks have lost all their individual branding for me. I neither know nor care what particular network a show is on. Only quality makes me tune in now, not laziness. Laziness, in fact, contributes to me watching less, since I have to set it up if I want it to remember everything for me.
Timelies all!
Pushing Daisies is on ABC, Wed. at 8.
I recognized a couple of Canadian actors on the Tudors so far, so I looked it up and it's a Canadian, US, Irish co-production. That's why it's on the CBC at 9 pm.
The perceived inconvenience is way bigger than the actual inconvenience for me, so I don't really know why I hate it so much.
OMG absolutely. An hour after I've finally stopped bitching and procrastinating, and I have a ton of clean clothes, and I can't remember why I hate doing laundry so much.
See, I grew up having to hang laundry on the line (first 15 years, anyway.) No dryer. Weekends spent hanging, taking down, hanging new wet stuff (when it was dry, by the time you got to the last row, the first was often dry), the occasional duststorm or closepin failure or mulberry-eating grackle shit necessitating rewashing everything, and then when it rained and you ended up triple hanging all the loads and then still rain and having to bundle it all up and go to the nearest laundromat with the rest of the city's population and scratchy, scratch towels (very hard water) and ants and the stupid russian thistles and bees in the clothesline pipes and OH MY GOD I LOVE DRYERS!