I swear, it must be National Head Desk Week
I cannot fully describe how awful work was last night. My brain hurts, so I hope this post makes sense.
Okay, you know the obligatory horror movie scene where the trampy girl has sex, then tells her boyfriend, "I'll be right back"? I had a similarly ominous moment last night, minus the tube top and walk of shame.
bliss_ e-mailed me yesterday to make sure I hadn't secretly eloped with Jared and Wenty things were okay. Halfway through my shift, I e-mail back that work seemed light & I should be able to write a real/decent post.
I should've just kicked myself in the ass then and there and conceded defeat.
I mean, the week hasn't been totally shitty. I had Day Break 108 (no idea when it's airing), which kicked all kinds of literal and figurative asses. But for every 60 minutes of Taye Diggs & Adam Baldwin goodness, there's 90 minutes of crap. And by "crap," I mean Notes From the Underbelly and Set For Life. Working on NFU triggers migraines. The show is not funny; the only time I've ever laughed is when Rachael Harris is on. As for SFL, it's my new TV Nemesis. Dude, I hate that show so damn much, I actually miss my former TV Nemeses, Invasion and Rodney.
Two actually funny shows you should watch: Help Me Help You (I can't believe the cameos they get; it's like a TV geek's dream), and Knights of Prosperity (a.k.a., the show where they plot to rob Mick Jagger), which premieres next month. Mick is in the pilot, and he's hilarious.
Ugh. So what I meant to write somewhere up there is that I told Bliss I'd post today. And as understanding as she is, I think I'm nearing my empty promise/threat level with her ;)
Oh yeah, almost forgot: if you want a Christmas card, e-mail me your address (my e-mail's in my user info). If you're pretty sure I have your address, please send it to me again. It's most likely lost somewhere in my sea of unread Google Alerts.
Off to Best Buy to get my Christmas gift to myself: the Superman Ultimate Collector's Edition. Yeah, it was that or an iPod, but I'm working on my mom & sister to buy that :)
Okay, you know the obligatory horror movie scene where the trampy girl has sex, then tells her boyfriend, "I'll be right back"? I had a similarly ominous moment last night, minus the tube top and walk of shame.
bliss_ e-mailed me yesterday to make sure I hadn't secretly eloped with Jared and Wenty things were okay. Halfway through my shift, I e-mail back that work seemed light & I should be able to write a real/decent post.
I should've just kicked myself in the ass then and there and conceded defeat.
I mean, the week hasn't been totally shitty. I had Day Break 108 (no idea when it's airing), which kicked all kinds of literal and figurative asses. But for every 60 minutes of Taye Diggs & Adam Baldwin goodness, there's 90 minutes of crap. And by "crap," I mean Notes From the Underbelly and Set For Life. Working on NFU triggers migraines. The show is not funny; the only time I've ever laughed is when Rachael Harris is on. As for SFL, it's my new TV Nemesis. Dude, I hate that show so damn much, I actually miss my former TV Nemeses, Invasion and Rodney.
Two actually funny shows you should watch: Help Me Help You (I can't believe the cameos they get; it's like a TV geek's dream), and Knights of Prosperity (a.k.a., the show where they plot to rob Mick Jagger), which premieres next month. Mick is in the pilot, and he's hilarious.
Ugh. So what I meant to write somewhere up there is that I told Bliss I'd post today. And as understanding as she is, I think I'm nearing my empty promise/threat level with her ;)
Oh yeah, almost forgot: if you want a Christmas card, e-mail me your address (my e-mail's in my user info). If you're pretty sure I have your address, please send it to me again. It's most likely lost somewhere in my sea of unread Google Alerts.
Off to Best Buy to get my Christmas gift to myself: the Superman Ultimate Collector's Edition. Yeah, it was that or an iPod, but I'm working on my mom & sister to buy that :)