I’ve been walking around like some kind of Cro-Magnon woman this week—hunched over, knuckles dragging, hair that can only be described as holy crap, wtf happened to you?, although I’m not sure if our prehistoric ancestors had this much flannel.
Maybe, because the previews for 10,000 B.C. or whatever that’s called, seem to show some nice architecture for the time. And it looks like they stole the Great Wall of China prop from the set of King Arthur.
Anyway, I’m feeling better, which means I’ll soon be ending my self-imposed exile from the ‘net. (I’ve noticed a disturbing tendency to make an ass of myself when overly self-medicated.)
I’ve watched a lot of TV, though…
Jericho: So glad it’s back, but now I fear they have too much going on. And now they’re going to throw a virus in on top of it?
Idol: I haven’t memorized their names yet, so I can’t really say much, other than Simon is particularly hot this year.
Dexter: Watched about half of the network premiere. That had to be the worst thing I’ve seen in a long time. (Although to be fair, I DVR’d the Knight Rider “movie” and haven’t watched that yet.) I don’t know what it was like on Showtime, but I don’t think the use of the 8 words and nudity would save this one for me. Blech.
Big Brother: Awesome this year. Go Matt.
Survivor: Also pretty awesome. I like the writer guy who sounds like Alan Alda. (I’m not sure if it’s the meds or too much reality TV, but I’ll be damned if I can remember anybody’s names.)
Lost: The flash-forwards sure do introduce some interesting story questions, but I think in order for the characters we know to fit those flash-fowards, some hellacious stuff needs to happen. Either that or they just threw the characterization handbook out the window.
I’m pretty sure that doesn’t add up to the 21 hours per week I watch TV, but that’s all I can think of.
Maybe more Sudafed will help. :write: