I have decided that I’m going to allow LOST to jump as many Dharma-branded sharks as it wants.
If the spoiler rumors about SGA are true and they’re killing off a perfectly good and entertaining character to bring in some Firefly reject, added to the fact that SG-1 is cancelled, I may find that LOST is all I have left.
*sigh*
Well how do you like that? I’ve lost all of my S2D2 LOST eps. They’re gone…poof. The disc is blank. I used that disc to make
The picture of Hobbit, just another “awww” moment. It’s Memorial Day weekend, and it’s only now that I realize I have less than 3 weeks of work left. We (the counselors) will probably be called in to work an extra week or two, though. Why? To finish scheduling and final transcripts. Now I’ve already finished my part of scheduling, but my cohort, who has a life, hasn’t. I can’t complain too much, though; it is an extra thousand dollars or so.
LOST didn’t really disappoint or wow me, but I’m going to watch next season to see what happens, so I guess they accomplished their goal, eh?
No? Oh. LOST season finale tonight tomorrow night. Whoo, no hoo. Hopefully we can add the hoo once it’s over. The new Real World/ Road Rules Challenge, “Fresh Meat,” isn’t doing it for me yet. I hate newbies. I want to see my old friends that I’ve grown up with, dammit. Top Chef isn’t on tonight, I guess it wraps up next week because it’s.not.Wednesday (note to self: get a clue). Man, I really want to see Harold take that one. Tiffani is a bitch, and she’s just like me, therefore I’m required to hate her. Doctor Who keeps on keeping on, and at the risk of sounding spoilery, DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT. Take characters I love, why don’t you. What do you care if I bawl my eyes out over the little guy. MY Doctor would have been better, I think.
It’s no secret that I hate much of society. Normally, I would teeter on the edge of embolism at the sight of a portable restroom being placed in my backyard. However, the Parks Authority has done just that, and I have proof. But in a strange turn of events, whenever I see it, I don’t see a Port-A-Potty, I see my very own TARDIS. Fandom or idiocy? You decide.
Early Summer colds are the worst. I figure that out of the 8 million people in NYC, I came home with the germs of at least 2/3 of them. Ugh.