Yeah, that, but I do tend to hear about these things from you people. Then again, I had to skip fair chunks last year. Still!
Ben ,'The Killer In Me'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
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.
But the first season of Luther was typically British, in that it was only six episodes or something. Much easier to catch up than, say, all the Criminal Minds I'd like to one day.
Plus it is streaming on Netflix, which is how I watched it.
Should I admit that I label every container with contents and date and keep a refrigerator inventory database with estimated expiration dates?
My husband would leave me for -t. On that fact alone.
Much easier to catch up than, say, all the Criminal Minds I'd like to one day.
Very true, and I am right there with you on Criminal Minds, too.
I watched a Doctor Who on BBCA today, and there was a huge, really significant chunk chopped out of it. It's kind of a bummer. How many minutes do they have to edit out on BBCA for hour long shows?
Plus it is streaming on Netflix, which is how I watched it.
Ooh, that's great. Thank you!
Thank you for the reminder--I just asked Tivo to record it for me online, since I may not be home ontime to ask in person.
Hmph. All the local supermarkets whose meat departments I trust are out of chuck eye this week. Boneless short ribs are not nearly as tasty. Though V-8 turns out to be surprisingly so.
I just turned on my heat.
Whereas it's unusually hot in SF.
Well, unusual compared to the rest of the year; this is the season (late Sept to Mid Oct) that is hottest in San Francisco.
Anyway: We're having root beer floats tonight.
And Orange Chicken. Except JZ who is having Orange Faux-Chicken (by Gardein. Their fake chicken really has the right texture).
It's amazing how much noise four large teenage boys can make walking (calmly!) up uncarpeted stairs.
OMG, the new antagonist on 90210 is making me twitchy. I can't believe I give a fuck.
I remember four large teenaged boys! I loved bits of my early 30s.
Which is both more and less wrong than it might sound.