I am Gay and Prdoud and Glittery and Sunburnt. Mostly sinburnt. But its totally okay/

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Last night I finished The Sopranos. I don't have a huge amount to say about it because I don't have a lot to say about The Sopranos in general. I really really loved a lot of The Sopranos but I think that if I'd paid even the slightest bit of attention to the vast amounts of hype it gets then I would have been less impressed - I say this based on some idle googling today that unearthed a bunch of people talking about David Chase like he's the second coming or something, which is quite often going to turn me off a bit. Especially when he does things like that final scene.

( The thing is, I totally didn't know anything about the last scene )

Two things:

1. Remember how I was reading Fast Food Nation? I finished it the other day and mostly I was underwhelmed. But the reason I mention it is because the night that I finished it I looked in my bag and couldn't find it. And I realised that I must have finished it during lunch and then rushed out and left it in the branch of subway where I'd been reading it. LIKE SOME SORT OF FAST FOOD VIGILANTE OR SOMETHING. This amuses me vaguely.

2. I woke up early enough to watch the new episode of ( better off ted. It's a twenty-minute sitcom, I don't know why I'm spoiler-cutting this. )

I need to go to work now. I'm not sure why I woke up so crazy-early. It was quite nice for everything not to be mad stressful, though.

OH MY GOD, IDIOT. I HAVE LOST MY FUCKING MOONCUP. MY ROOM IS TINY, IT'S NOT LIKE THERE ARE MANY PLACES IT CAN BE, WHICH SUGGESTS TO ME THAT IT ISN'T IN MY ROOM AND I HAVE JUST LEFT IT SOMEWHERE AND SOME INNOCENT PERSON MIGHT HAVE FOUND IT AND OH GOD. Which is BAD ENOUGH but the main problem is that my mooncup cost, like, TWENTY POUNDS and the whole POINT of it was to NEVER HAVE TO BUY SANITARY PRODUCTS AGAIN. So now I have to go out and buy, like, PADS OR SOMETHING. Why can't I forward plan? Why can I never SEE IT COMING and make mooncup contingency plans BEFORE I start to BLEED FROM MY VAGINA. BOOOO.


(Anyway, as usual, the fact that I am bleeding Explains A Lot. Mostly it explains why, when I saw Richard Herring last night, my reaction was not so much WELL THIS IS RUB as it was THIS IS SO UPSETTING OH GOD I HOPE PEOPLE ARE KIND TO HIM AFTERWARDS. It wasn't totally bad. I mostly went because it was theatre-style seating and because he was vaguely talking about Hitler, both of which I approve of, but it wasn't brilliant and he did manage to live up to everything that people say about him. He did talk about Ealing and living in West London with Stewart Lee, though, which was LOVELY but also CHEATING.

Also there were some boring people behind me Loudly Opining about stand-up comedy in the UK and, like, if I want to hear people show off their opinions then there are WEBSITES I can go to for that. Also someone from work was there and it was really embarrassing and I had to spend all night hoping he wouldn't recognise me. SO MOSTLY IT WAS A DISTRESSING EVENING.)

Erm. Oh! Also, when I was walking home in the middle of the night some dude asked me out on a date out of the blue! And whereas normally I would assume it was some kind of wind-up, he seemed quite sincere and sweet (albeit obviously a WEIRDO for his decisions to just try and pick up girls ON THE STREET) and I was like, well no because I am gay but it was very weird and sort-of flattering.

Also the other day I was in a shop and a song was starting and I got REALLY EXCITED because I thought it was going to be Walking On Sunshine but actually it was A Town Called Malice, which is also a song I like but which was a DISAPPOINTMENT to me. But I just listened to the start of both of those songs and I AM TOTALLY NOT INSANE, THEY BOTH SOUND QUITE SIMILAR. There should be mash-ups! Maybe!

I finished ds9 like an IDIOT. I sort of can't talk about the finale. But CLEVERLY I wrote this bit BEFORE ds9 BROKE MY HEART so I am going to post my thoughts that I thought before I ran out of WORDS or HAPPINESS or FAITH IN HUMANITY OH GOD.

( My lj-cut was going to say: 'I am writing this bit before I watch the actual last episode so I am prepared to be TOTALLY UNDERMINED by canon' )

And then I said: OKAY SO I'M GOING TO WATCH THE ENDING NOW.



And I did. And OH MY GOD. I can't really talk about it. Here are some brief thoughts maybe:

( OH GOD )

DUDES. I HAVE MADE THE WORST FOOD EVER. I DON'T THINK IT EVEN QUALFIES AS FOOD SO MUCH AS CONCEPTUAL ART.

As you may be aware, I did not sleep for more than, like, three hours last night. As you may also be aware, sleeplessness makes me quite giddy and impulsive. And, as you may also be aware, I CANNOT COOK. SURELY A RECIPE FOR AMAZING KITCHEN SUCCESS.

So I have this huge bag of red lentils that I just can't get through. Mostly because most of the times I when make lentils, I cook them wrong, I burn yet another saucepan, they taste burned. But TODAY I had a plan ALL FIGURED OUT. The plan was to follow the super-easy steps on the packet and make the super-easy lentil curry. I fried some chicken squares and pepper, I got the lentils going, I sat back and waited.

OH DID I MENTION that I used about THREE TIMES more lentils than you actually need? So, like, when I say 'follow the recipe' I didn't actually mean the bits that involve WEIGHING because weighing is so easily substituted with BLIND GUESSWORK. And also, in an effort to not burn yet another saucepan, I used about FIVE TIMES more water than I needed. So I was sitting there for about AN HOUR waiting for it all to SLOWLY BOIL DOWN.

Incidentally, the super-easy curry recipe was THIS SIMPLE: cook some lentils, add some curry powder, throw in a can of tomatoes. THAT SIMPLE. I achieved ONE of these steps, dudes. Turns out we don't have any curry powder. But it's FINE because I decided that CINNAMON AND ROSEMARY AND PAPRIKA (all of which we have in spades for some reason) would totally be an adequate substitute.

Eventually I got bored of waiting for the lentils to boil down and added my can of tomatoes to the still-watery brown lentil slop. TO NOBODY'S SURPRISE, what happened was this: a faint trace of red disturbed the MASS OF BROWN and then it quickly disappeared. Which is what happens when you don't WEIGH THE STUFF OUT or, like, COOK IT PROPERLY.

ALSO I MADE THIS IN THE SMALLEST SAUCEPAN IN THE FLAT. So in my frantic stirring I have pretty much made the whole kitchen look like someone was having a papier mache party in there or something, I don't know.


Thinking about it, this is not my LEAST successful cooking attempt ever (see: the risotto that tasted a lot like sad and/or the TINY SQUID which I had to give up on BECAUSE THEY WERE SQUID). But I think it deserves an honourable mention.

I am mostly making this post because I have this beautiful new icon of Veronica doing her Veronica-face and wanted to use it as soon as poss. I LOVE HER SO MUCH, DUDES. Apparently they're showing the last 6 episodes of Better Off Ted series one towards the end of June. Which is quite soon! Hurrah.

Speaking of which, while nursing a hangover yesterday, I watched a whole pile of episodes of Andy Richter Controls The Universe. And, like, sometimes when you watch different things that are by the same person you can't really spot the link. But there is a VERY CLEAR similarity between it and BoT which, to be honest, is quite nice at the moment because I am convinced that Better Off Ted isn't exactly going to be sticking around. It's DISTINCTLY lacking in Veronica, though. And I love Phil less when his gay scientist boyfriend isn't around. I don't hate Andy Richter as much as I baselessly assumed I would, though - actually I like him better than Ted. And Paget Brewster is just brill. So it's not the same show but it's quite a nice substitute for the moment. I like that Victor Fresco just LOVES Phil and puts him in EVERYTHING HE MAKES. Like Tim Burton and Johnny Depp! Or, I don't know, Manny Coto and Robocop! THAT SORT OF THING.

My fingernails are ridiculous at the moment. There was a woman offering to do file-and-polishing for a MERE FIVER. So I just, like, IGNORED the fact that I would never have spent a whole fiver under any other circumstances and concentrated on the £12 SAVINGS and now my nails are BRIGHT RED. They are hysterical. Every time I see them I am both EMBARRASSED and AMUSED. I am having through resisting the urge to peel the polish off, though. OH THE TEMPTATION.

I have a pepper and a chicken breast and some watercress and possibly some corn on the cob, depending on whether or not I've left it too long to eat. I can totally scrape together a meal from these ingredients. That's my goal for tonight. MEAL-SCRAPING.

oh my god Owa wanted to talk anboutb this okay. Okay. Okay so tehb other day someon who KNEW MY NAME in a popofrfessional capacilty was all like,

"okay helo SARAH MCCARTNEY"

AND I WAS LIKE, WAHAT

And Icallnot figure out fi this was, like, an HONEST mISTALE or if this was, like, ANTI-LIVERPOOL PREJUDICE. Which, as we all las know is thae WORST KIND OF PREJUDICE AVAILABLE. MY SURNME IS NOGT MCCARNET. I CALTELLL YOU THIS FOR A FACT. I cannnoy figure out if this is just a normal mustake or the HATRET OF LONDON AGAINST THE NORT

it's hard to tell. Obivosly.





I* love ekaibe.

It's always fun when you click 'restore draft' and are immediately assaulted with a WAVE OF CRAZY. Apparently I wasn't well last night. I don't remember most of it and none of you had to see it, so it was a bit like it never happened until I went to post about something and suddenly my screen is all HEY YOU WERE TOTALLY INSANE LAST NIGHT. I do not think of myself as being good at Restraint but clearly my ability to recognise When Not To Click Post is still intact, which is always nice.


There was a bit on the Adam and Joe podast last week about someone singing "when I get that feeling, I'm in SEXUAL EALING!" to the tune of that Marvin Gaye song and it has been stuck in my head ever since. I love it a lot. It sort of makes up for the fact that I live in Ealing.

Also I know that everyone has already seen the Wolf Shirt reviews on Amazon by now but they made me laugh embarrassingly hard at work the other day, so I feel like I should talk about them. My favourite part isn't actually the reviews, it's the thread about whether or not the shirt would be improved by having three moons as well as three wolves.

Tony Soprano saw his dad chop off a dude's finger and then his dad took that as an opportunity to teach him that "THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T GAMBLE." I think Tony Soprano's parents would get on VERY WELL with Michael Bluth's parents. They could swap tips!



OH MY GOD OH MY GOD SORRY TO INTERRUPT THAT SCINTILLATING INSIGHT INTO TELEVISION BUT OH MY GOD. Okay, a woman just buzzed my flat and I answered the phone thing and she said, "hello, I used to live in flat four and I was wondering if you could let me in so I can see if I've had any post."

And I said, "this isn't flat four, this is flat two."

And she said, "I know, flat four didn't answer the bell." (I HATE FLAT FOUR, I HATE THEM FOR MAKING THIS MY RESPONSIBILITY ALL OF A SUDDEN.)

And I said, "oh."

And she said, "so can I come in and check the post."

And without really thinking I said, "okay," and pressed the button to unlock the door. And then, as though this might somehow PROTECT the building against any nefarious plans she might have, I said, "don't rob anything."

I HOPE I HAVEN'T ACCIDENTALLY LET IN A MURDERER OR A ROBBER OR ANYTHING. If she somehow commits a crime then it'l PROBABLY be on my conscience! OH GOD.

CONFESSION: I mostly feel guilty because I'd checked the post about half an hour ago and there wasn't anything for me. SO IT'S NOT EVEN LIKE I WILL SUFFER IF SHE DOES STEAL EVERYONE'S LETTERS. I am a fool.

I love those Innocent veg pot things they do. I know Innocent are evil and tainted by coke now but I already give coke my money so I don't have guilt. I love not having to make Effort and still getting several things of vegetables out of it. It's both convenient and delicious! The Mexican Sweet Potato one is nice but the daal is my favourite so far. Of course, in an ideal world I would be mentally well enough to be bothered to do my own cooking, but if I'm going to eat instant comfort food, at least this feels vaguely healthy despite the ludicrous cost.

Anyway. ( I want to talk about The Sopranos. I just finished series 2. My thoughts are Predictable. )

Okay okay okay okay. I didn't love it as much as you did. I didn't hate it as much as I was expecting to. My thoughts are really boring and I mostly just wish it had never happened and they'd made a DS9 movie and just NOT TOUCHED Star Trek, but if they really HAD to touch Star Trek with their FILTHY HANDS, I suppose it could have been way worse. I am going to cut this because it is boring and ridiculously lengthy.

( I am talking about the film, in case you didn't realise )

I was literally halfway through typing out a depression!post when I got an email that completely brightened my morning. Apparently Better off Ted is totally coming back! We get to see more of Portia de Rossi being gloriously frosty! And more of the scientists being totally adorable! And (pray god) less of Ted and Thingy's boring office romance! And even if this doesn't interest you at all, the prospect of not having to scroll past yet more of my self-pity has got to be a good thing. Everybody wins! (Apart from people who liked Kings. Those people are pretty unfortunate.)

And yes, I do have a google news alert for Better Off Ted. Shut up, this is IMPORTANT to me.



Also! Also, while we're here, I really don't get all the people who are saying that Portia de Rossi's character in Better Off Ted is just like her Arrested Development character. I suppose there's the fact that they're both quite selfish, but Lindsay Bluth's main thing is that she's lazy and spoiled whereas Veronica is driven and ruthless. It sort of makes sense when you see it from journalists who clearly just need something to fill space, but the last few weeks there have been a bunch of last-minute Supportive Articles about the show and almost ALL of them are like, "yeah, it's a very similar character to Lindsay" - whereas, if anything, I'd say she was the only cast member who DIDN'T finish Arrested Development and then immediately get herself Typecast Forever. (I'm looking at YOU, Michael Cera.)

Anyway, it's coming back and I am momentarily distracted from my boring self-loathing. Hurrah!

I still love my spin class. My favourite thing about organised exercise is the bits where the organisers try to whip up the group into a sort of Hitler Youth Frenzy, I guess as part of an effort to make it all More Fun. Mostly I like making high-pitched cheering noises, and I don't often get the opportunity to do so (people mention Liverpool SURPRISINGLY RARELY down here) so getting to make high-pitched cheering noises as part of a WHOLE ORGANISED ROOMFUL OF PEOPLE is totally all I look for in an exercise class.

The other day I watched that German film about the dude who accidentally made his whole class into Nazis. It was Sort Of Okay but since I will LAP UP anything where the core message is that Fascism Can Happen REALLY EASILY EVEN TO PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING OH MY GOD, I liked it. I also watched The Mexican, which was okay if you just ignore Brad Pitt's whole boring storyline and concentrate on Julia Roberts and Tony Soprano and their amazing road trip. GOD Brad Pitt is rub. I totally occasionally like him in stuff (he was lovely in Burn After Reading! And I remember liking him in Fight Club, though that was a while ago), but so much of the time I just feel like I'm expected to stare at the screen and Appreciate the Radiant Beauty Of Brad Pitt. And Brad Pitt is not really the sort of radiant beauty that I am most impressed by.

It bothers me a bit that even now that I have a Routine of sorts (well, to the extent that get-up-in-the-morning-and-go-to-work is a Routine) I still want to run away and join a cult. The Scientologists were in Ealing a month ago and offered to stress-test me and I was all sneery and turned them down on principle. But that was FOOLISH of me to have been so selfless. The scientologists are such a CONVENIENT cult! They're like Tescos or something - why spend all your time fastidiously seeking out the perfect cult when Scientology is RIGHT THERE? Sure, it's a bit more evil than other cults, but it's so much less effort.

Speaking of food, which I wasn't really, last night for dinner I made roast chicken breast and peppers, but because it takes Less Time for chicken too cook than it does for PEPPERS to cook, the peppers came out all squishy and rub. I am going to try it again tonight but I can't decide whether I should cut the peppers into bigger chunks or just put them in the oven a bit later. The second sounds more likely to work but also like it requires More Effort. DILEMMA.

Today I went to that huge shopping centre in Shepherd's Bush. I sort of turned up all ready to be Unimpressed and I spent the first two minutes walking up the ousidey bit going, "well, this is just like Liverpool One- ONLY EVEN SHITTER". And then I got inside and I was SORT OF OVERWHELMED by how totally unprepared I had been for its massiveness. IT WAS SO MASSIVE, DUDES. Like, I am surprised it doesn't HAVE ITS OWN POSTCODE, it is so huge. And it is filled with shops that are exactly the same as high street shops only THREE TIMES BIGGER. And, like, there are a couple of designer places that obviously you aren't going to see on the streets of Crosby but otherwise, it was just Every Shop You Could Get To In Your Nearest City only MASSIVE. It was like if The Eden Centre was dedicated to Capitalism or something. I was both impressed and sort of horrified.

[Here I have cut out a self-indulgent paragraph of standard there-clearly-isn't-a-real-problem-here whining about how I hate spending money but love having Things and how I feel guilty about blah blah blah I'm sure you can piece it together yourself.]

Anyway, the bottom line is that I resisted the urge to go on a spending spree (mostly because, seriously, there wasn't anything THERE that you can't get in any city anywhere - apart from Prada handbags which I will somehow manage to live without) and then I went to see In The Loop, which was brill. I sort of want to give The Sopranos another go now. HOW LOVELY IS JAMES GANDOLFINI? I loved him and that American woman who I don't know. They were so lovely. I mean, apart from when he was being Unlovely. BUT APART FROM THAT, I LOVED HIM A LOT. (Also obviously I think I need to watch The Thick Of It too. I am not a FREAK. I sort of wonder if Having Actually Seen It would have affected my opinion of the film. I don't know much about Chris Langham so I cannot compare but I liked the MP dude in the film quite a bit. I am not entirely taken with Chris Addison, but I realise that this is my Prejudice speaking and that he is PLAYING A CHARACTER.)


You know what would actually be a USEFUL itunes feature? If you could press a button and it made a list of Songs You Always Skip Over. I am trying to prune my library and I think that a feature like this would make my life FAR EASIER. Because clearly my life is VERY DIFFICULT right now.

I have a whole extra day off tomorrow. I might take my newly painted nails to see In The Loop. Or maybe I will stay in and do nothing. Both options are good. I ended up skipping the manicure and just getting my nails filed and polished because my hands still have overwashing-rash all over them. This is fine because it was Way Cheaper this way and the woman was nice about my filing technique, which I had always assumed was pretty sub-par. ANYWAY, now my nails look all fakey and French and I keep stopping what I'm doing to Admire them. My goal is not to ruin them TOO quickly. I haven't ever gone more than three days of having nail polish on without picking it off, I am hoping that having paid Actual Money to have them done like this will give me more self-control somehow.


Anyway! Deep Space 9! ( I am up to 7.18 )

You all appear far less panicky about our Impending Death From Pig Flu than I am. Anyone would think that you hadn't all spent all day in an office pretending to be working and actually obsessively refreshing the BBC news page. FREAKS, THE LOT OF YOU. I am stockpiling tinned food and vitamin C capsules AS WE SPEAK and redefining my self-diagnosis from Feeling A Bit Hungover Yesterday to Probably Already Dying.

Also, while pondering Impending Death, I was thinking - do you remember that rubbish film where the Ebola virus breaks out and wipes out a whole city and Dustin Hoffman is going around valiantly searching for a cure and then he finds one? And then, when that army dude wants to NUKE THE TOWN FOR SOME REASON Dustin Hoffman gets in a plane and he's all "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" at the army dude. I saw this film when I was very young and I didn't really know who Dustin Hoffman was. But the fact that I am SO IN LOVE with Dustin Hoffman and the fact that he was in a film and he saved a whole city from TWO OF MY BIGGEST FEARS IN ONE GO might have some correlation that I'd never noticed before. What I'm saying is, clearly in my brain Dustin Hoffman is an Almighty Saviour who can protect me from ALL THAT I FEAR. Also he can fight off Crazed Cornish Locals. CAN YOUR GOD DO THAT? HMM?



I can't think of anything non-Pig-Flu-related to say. Oh! Except that there was a scene in Boston Legal where I actually genuinely thought Alan Shore was going to kiss Jerry Espenson and then he kissed a girl instead. WHATEVER, ALAN SHORE. Also, Clarence's girlfriend has left and now he is boring. Boo.

I love Better Off Ted. I love it and it is alost certainly going to be cancelled and nothing will be right again in the world. I know this is a bit of an overreaction, like, but I think that we can conclusively say that if Better Off Ted gets cancelled then that will be proof that THERE IS NO GOD. If Better Off Ted gets cancelled then, what? Portia de Rossi will abandon acting and raise horses in Lesbian Bliss forever with her wife? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT??? I suppose when it's over I can watch that Andy Richter thing that the writer did before he wrote this thing. Apparently it has Phil in it. BUT WHAT IS PHIL WITHOUT LEM? I know that I am doing that thing where I talk about something that is Quite Good as though it is a MASTERPIECE THAT NO ONE CAN LIVE WITHOUT and that this is exactly the sort of talk that puts people off things. BUT I DO NOT CARE, I LOVE IT AND IT IS PROBABLY DYING. BOOO.

Anyway! tinted_glass tagged me for this character meme! She gave me Ando Masahashi:



( Do you like this character? )


I am coming to like Alan Shore. I am not sure how that happened. I think I am fond of his pudginess. Also I love how much Denny loves Shirley. I loved it when she dressed as a bunny. That was just gorgeous.

Oh god, I nearly forgot! Did you see Mitchell Hurwitz's new cartoon? With Michael and GOB Bluth and also Henry Winkler? DID YOU SEE HOW CRAPPY IT WAS? Way to LET EVERYONE DOWN, Mitchell Hurwitz.

It is pathetic how easily pleased I am on the rare occasions that I come out of a brief exchange of small talk not hating myself. It happened at least twice today and now, several hours later, I am still not feeling any active self-loathing. ALARMING. Fortunately, I have all these other sources of self-hate that are flying in as back-up. Have I ever told you how much I hate my stupid high-pitched voice? Have I ever told you how much I hate my stupid low masculine voice? I wish my voice would pick a sensible register and stick with it. I mean, really.

On the positive side, I'm doing QUITE WELL at five-a-day lately. Even if I resent EVERY PENNY that I have to spend on food that isn't chocolate. If fruit and vegetables are so vital for health then why doesn't Tony Blair give us them for free? I can't believe I still think of Tony Blair as the dude in charge. Poor Gordon.

( DS9 up to 7.13 )

The thing is, I really like exercise once I'm doing it. I like the fact that you get to concentrate on something other than your HORRIBLE LIFE THAT IS CLEARLY ACTUALLY REALLY NICE YOU FREAK and I like that, as a chubby weakling, it feels like a Real Achievement and I like that exercise-sweat actually smells nice and salty (whereas lying-around sweat is just nasty) and I like that endorphins are a real thing. I like that I have found a spin class that I come out of having lost the use of my legs and wanting to look in mirrors and shout HOLY SHIT, SARAH, YOU ARE LIKE ROCKY MOTHERFUCKING BALBOA.

I also like that once I have finished, if I go into a shop and try on clothes, the lingering exercise-high will make me look in the mirror and NOT see someone who's all red-faced and sweaty and whose clothes are Not Actually That Good but will instead look in the mirror and go HOLY SHIT, SARAH, YOU ARE LIKE IF ROCKY BALBOA WAS TOTALLY HOT. (I am so useless at exercise that I literally only know the name of one athletic person. And he is Fictional.)

However, I do not like the feeling several hours later when you realise that actually the clothes might have been a Mistake.

But, yes. Poor fashion choices aside, I really like exercise. I am writing this down here so that a week from now when I am like "spin class? REALLY?" I will be able to read this back and remember that EXERCISE IS NOT ENTIRELY HORRIBLE.


Thing that ARE entirely horrible (in the interests of this not just being a boring cheery moving-around post):

• The fact that everywhere seems to think that everyone loves mayonnaise. I DO NOT LOVE MAYONNAISE. QUITE THE OPPOSITE, IN FACT. And when I buy a sweet chilli chicken sandwich, I am expecting a sandwich with CHICKEN and SWEET CHILLI SAUCE. Not a HORRIFYING MUTANT SPAWN of some sweet chilli sauce and some mayo. THAT WAS SUCH A DISAPPOINTING SANDWICH.
  
• Dogs and their presence in my presence.
  
• The fact that exercise-magic will eventually wear off and I will be back to square one, depressively-speaking. Boo.

That's all gone a bit downhill, there. On the positive side, Michael Bluth is just astonishingly pretty. And OH GOD LUCILLE I LOVE HER MORE THAN LIFE. I rewatched some Arrested Development this morning. BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING I LOVE AS MUCH IN THE WORLD, OH GOD I LOVE IT.

I think that's everything. I bought some cinnamon and I have put it in the COMMUNAL SPICES place. Because it makes me feel like a member of the FLAT COMMUNITY and is easier than actually SPEAKING to people.

THINGS!

1. Oh, Parks and Recreation. I like that the Office people apparently just decided to make the same show all over again only with Michael Scott as a girl. The pilot wasn't amazing but I like Gob's Wife and I mostly like Rashida Jones and I like that it looks like they might like each other. So I am prepared to stick with it for a bit.

2. OH, THE OFFICE. I love that they made a special new opening credits. IT WAS GORGEOUS. And I love it when Dwight and Andy get locked in MACHO STRUGGLES - especially when those struggles can result in Andy doing his sexy high-pitched singing. And I love Pam being Organised and I love Pam being Enthusiastic and I love Pam Panicking and I love her Not Wanting To Be The Photocopying Girl and I love Pam SO MUCH MORE when she's away from Jim. I hate Jim. I love Toby and his ONE BRILLIANT SCENE. I like Highlights!Ryan - he's not as good as Second-Chance!Ryan and his ENEMIES LIST, which was my favourite Ryan, but I like him a lot better than Sexy-Douchey-Temp!Ryan and Lame-Halfbeard!Ryan.

3. ( OH DS9. I am up to 7.05 - told you I was taking it slow )

4. I am still trying to decide what I want to do when DS9's finished. My current plan is to rewatch Sports Night. I was going through my old files and found about fifteen WIPs about Dana and Natalie and their BEAUTIFUL LOVE and I realised how much I miss them. I should totally rewatch it! I can just IGNORE the boys!

5. I did tuna steaks with peppers and onions and rice. I hope I haven't given myself food poisoning.

6. I probably shouldn't refer to Amy Poehler as Gob's Wife, what with how she's actually married to Will Arnett in real life. It's a bit demeaning. BUT MOSTLY I THINK OF HER AS GOB'S WIFE WHO DOESN'T HAVE A NAME. It's very difficult.