So yes, my blogging has become quite the joke of several small nations. “Has Peter blogged today?” is the punchline du jour. Such is life. I’ve been busy, distracted, etc, and in my absence the Cardinals added yet another division title to their trophy case and the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences defied the laws of nature by becoming even more worthless. The new joke to tell, now that I’ve blogged again: “What blows harder than Hurricane Katrina? The Emmys!” Raymond my ass. Lost…fuck J.J. Abrams, that hack.
Highlander II: The Quickening ipod
HE DID TIME TRAVEL IN FELICITY.
Case closed.
Doris Roberts? Again? Oh yeah, Jessica Walters SUCKS.
Fuckers.
• Meanwhile, I nagged people at work to get our high definition antenna working, so tonight for the first time I viewed Gilmore Girls in glorious HD, making it even fresher than usual. Even better was The Office at 8:30. Early thoughts on My Name is Earl: promising, as promised.
• Firefox’s AccuWeather extension just popped up a bright red IMPORTANT weather bulletin. ABOUT FOG. Oh, please. I drove through a RIVER last night to get home: that was important. Fog, no.