California knows how to bore me...
Going to L.A. for the third spring break in a row. Even though I'm not enrolled at any educational institution and therefore have no actual spring break. It's really my sister's. We're using it to go see my other sister. In L.A. Kill me now. No offense to anyone who lives in L.A. or San Diego or their environs, but I hate that place. Why would you want to live in a place where the sky looks (and smells) like Saddam just torched the nearby oil fields? Not to mention the traffic. Or the self-absorbed sales people in the stores. Or the theme parks. Or, dear Lord, the celebrities.
In other news, I'm now freakishly afraid of pulminary embolisms. In combination with the Bloom thing and these freaky commercials of some wonder drug I saw on the Oxygen channel (yeah, don't ask--why I was watching that, or what the commercials were). Now I can't sit still for like five minutes without standing up and hopping around or jogging in place. I used to lay in bed at night and mess around on my laptop. Now I've got to sit up...or like do the get up and move every five minutes thing. I'm so weird. This reminds me of the time in high school when I was sure I had tape worms and that I felt them moving in my digestive track. Crap. Shouldn't have reminded myself of that.
Television stuff:
Can't complain about the NCAA men's championship game tonight. Very entertaining. Including a commercial for something that I can't remember, but which involved a guy rejecting a team mascot during half-time of a fictitious pro game. Freaking hilarious. My dad, the Guy, our friend Sean, and I couldn't stop laughing. Funniest commercial ever. What are those commercial awards called? This thing should totally get one of those awards. What am I saying? It should get an emmy. It was way better than a whole season of most of the sitcoms on tv.
So, the guy's been watching the Roswell re-runs on scifi, but now that we're into the third season he's stopped watching because he "remembers" those. Well, I've secretly not stopped tivo-ing it. I'm watching the whole travesty over again. We just got past the Michael is king episode to the Michael helps air-force daughter episode. It's horrible. Why can't I stop? Maybe a pulminary embolism would be a blessing.
Since I had Farscape on a season pass, I've been getting tivos of the reruns on scifi. I so remember why I loved that show. I so remember why I thought Aeryn was the greatest thing since sliced bread. I so remember why I wanted to butter Crichton's bread. Good times... Wish I wasn't still pissed about the finale.
In other news, I'm now freakishly afraid of pulminary embolisms. In combination with the Bloom thing and these freaky commercials of some wonder drug I saw on the Oxygen channel (yeah, don't ask--why I was watching that, or what the commercials were). Now I can't sit still for like five minutes without standing up and hopping around or jogging in place. I used to lay in bed at night and mess around on my laptop. Now I've got to sit up...or like do the get up and move every five minutes thing. I'm so weird. This reminds me of the time in high school when I was sure I had tape worms and that I felt them moving in my digestive track. Crap. Shouldn't have reminded myself of that.
Television stuff:
Can't complain about the NCAA men's championship game tonight. Very entertaining. Including a commercial for something that I can't remember, but which involved a guy rejecting a team mascot during half-time of a fictitious pro game. Freaking hilarious. My dad, the Guy, our friend Sean, and I couldn't stop laughing. Funniest commercial ever. What are those commercial awards called? This thing should totally get one of those awards. What am I saying? It should get an emmy. It was way better than a whole season of most of the sitcoms on tv.
So, the guy's been watching the Roswell re-runs on scifi, but now that we're into the third season he's stopped watching because he "remembers" those. Well, I've secretly not stopped tivo-ing it. I'm watching the whole travesty over again. We just got past the Michael is king episode to the Michael helps air-force daughter episode. It's horrible. Why can't I stop? Maybe a pulminary embolism would be a blessing.
Since I had Farscape on a season pass, I've been getting tivos of the reruns on scifi. I so remember why I loved that show. I so remember why I thought Aeryn was the greatest thing since sliced bread. I so remember why I wanted to butter Crichton's bread. Good times... Wish I wasn't still pissed about the finale.