Last night, I worked on yet another WTF. Not entirely sure who this one is going to (mystery last name guy?) but I have faith someone will want it. I also started the first custom design.
More exciting however, is the fact that it’s Premiere Week!
I watch way too much TV, so I’m super excited. So what am I watching?
How I Met Your Mother–love that show, but not sure how I feel about Alyson Hannigan’s hair lately. But, yay, I’m so glad to see the show back.
The Big Bang Theory–I thought I’d give this one a shot, but I’m still on the fence. It hits two of my major pet peeves. The first is that being smart or nerdy or geeky automatically means being socially awkward and having bad taste and being generally clueless. Now, I’m a nerd. My friends are nerds. A significant number of my co-workers are nerds (understand, y’all, that I mean nerd in the best way possible). Yet somehow we are all able to be, y’know, relatively normal human beings who function just fine in society.
Which brings me to pet peeve number two. WHY IS IT ALWAYS THE GORGEOUS BLOND GIRL???? What’s with this smart guy/stupid but beautiful girl bit? See, here’s the thing. I like nerdy people. I’d like to date other slightly weird, sarcastic, nerdy people. So, why, Hollywood, why do you never show the geeky guy meeting the nice geeky girl? Hmm? Why is always the gorgeous blond? Memo to guys: there are girls out here, we are geeky. And we may not be blond, or tall, or gorgeous, but we are fun and independent and snarky and less likely to do all those annoying clingy things that you bitch about and probably have more in common with you, if you would just stop chasing after the model and give us the time of day or something. Some of us are even kind of cute.
And yes, I know, comedy. But that rant’s been marinating for a while now (clearly) and I just needed get that off my chest. Moving on…
Heroes–Is this show always so confusing? I haven’t seen season one yet, though I’m going to borrow the DVDs from someone and catch up, but I’m not entirely convinced it’s going to help. So many characters. So many subtitles. Damn you, TV, for making me put down my crafts to read the screen.
CSI: Miami–Yes, I know. It’s horrible. It’s cheesy. David Caruso couldn’t act his way out of a paper bag. But it’s got Emily Proctor! And of course, the magical Sunglasses of Justice! I actually wasn’t paying that much attention–I recorded it–and fell asleep part way through because my neighbors keep waking me up in the middle of the night so I’m exhausted, but I was excited for some Calleigh/Delko shipper-ness. He was awfully jealous about that Antigua trip, I’m just saying.
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