somewhat anticlimactic, no?

It seems that of all of the respectable, policy-driving publications did not in fact break who Deep Throat was.

It was Vanity Fair.

That magazine that is essentially fluff and its demographics are best represented by housewives in Idaho who want to feel like they have a piece of fancy living.

Granted it's one of my favourite magazines. But. Still.

The rumours that have been surrounding who exactly Deep Throat was...and it was a member of the FBI. I'm not sure why I find this to be somewhat anti-climactic, but for some reason I do.

I think it might have to do with the fact that I wanted it to be one of those, "Oh! Holy Shit! It's him!" I had never even heard of Felt. And also? Why Vanity Fair Felt? I mean, really!

The mysticism is also gone. You know the slight let down after Christmas Day? Where it's just over? I used to have so much fun telling stories of how Mrs.' former law firm senior partner was rumoured to be Deep Throat and so he couldn't serve on any boards.

Well kids, we've learned who it is, and before he's dead.

Fabulous.

ew agrees with me

As I was perusing my new issue of Entertainment Weekly this morning they were doing a run-down of the last season on TV. In a side panel they had the best and worst of the season, such as best "Lost" backstory, Proof that Good Things Happen to Good TV Shows [Veronica Mars! Yay!], and the whole point of this post?

Worst Theme Song: "The Way That We Live" by Betty for the L Word.

It seems we can all agree on something.

why am i obsessed with this song?

The OC, which I was obsessed with last year. And really? Probably even more so than the L word. I mean, it wasn't just The OC, but it was Adam Brody mostly. DId you know that we were born in the same state, same day, and same year? I was excited when I found out. Anyway.

Obsessed with Adam Brody? Check. Obsessed with the OC? Check. Spent hours on the forums on TWoP for The OC? Check.

This season? Not so good. Seth slash Adam Brody have become way, way, too self aware of how fucking adorable he is. The show? Boring plotlines and much too much fucking meta moments. Writers? Where'd you go? Meta doesn't mean good.

Okay, so I must actaually be obsessed because I was writing this right before I left this eveninng. I just came back and listening was the first thing I did. Oh, and my friend Marko's sister is fucking drunk and totally got us in the VIP area.

Awesome.

Tthe song? Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap who is the singer of "Let Go" in the Garden State soundtrack. It's an awesome song. Download it now. Let me say it's awesome. And if you watch the OC it was in the finale of the season. This entire season was crap, but the finale was awesome. I didn't really like the entire season, but and wondered why C actually liked this season. If you were wondering it's because she didn't watch last season. Last season was fucking awesome.

"Hide and Seek" by Imogen Heap. Download it. I'm obsessed.

obsessed with cashews.

Okay, so I guess it's Mrs. Bridezilla now. And because she's no longer a Bridezilla and her sister and his sister combined were worse than anything she could possibly be because they are both Type A's to the pointy T, she's just going to be Mrs. now. Which still scares me. And as an editing note, I'm too hung-over today to write about the wedding yet. Plus, I think there are still scars.

Anyway. Mrs.' husband's sister, Hair, who I drove up with to the wedding, and is a card carrying Republican, Brr..., is Type A to the T. Clearly. As I mentioned. Anyway, when Mrs. and H. were in town for their engagement party, along with parents we went out to dinner the evening before the party. We had drinks at Hair's apartment with appetizers that she had prepared. Hair told me once that she wanted to be Martha Stewart. I mean obsessed with cooking and perfection in general. Anyway, she had made edamame hummus which was awesome, and she had also made these Rosemary Cashews. Or Thyme. Or another herb that I can't think of the name of. Anyway, she also puts in cumin or something that makes it spicy. I know it starts with a c. Wow. This is really turning into the best post ever. I'm so succinct. Anyway.

I love cashews anyway. They're my favourite nut. They're AWESOME. Though macadamians are a close second. But these cashews are like crack. I mean they're fucking amazing.

So Hair and her mother had a hospitality suite at the hotel, or the Express should I say for the wedding. She had made cookies, brownies and these ooey gooey cookies and they bought beer and other food and drinks. When the other bridesmaid who wasn't a freak, because really it was just the two of us, went there the first night we discovered that she had made the awesome cashews and had them sitting there. It was after the party after the rehearsal dinner so we were all pretty buzzed slash potentially borderline drunk.

I just happened to be sitting right in front of the bowl. I just also happened to eat like half the bowl of cashews. I couldn't stop. Seriously. They're amazing.

I'm now ridiculously craving these cashews with my hang-over. I don't know why, but they sound like they would be amazing right now and would totally help me recover. Sigh.

Oh, and not only are cashews like the fattiest nut, but I know that she like fries them in oil or something for the recipe, which must make the doubly horrible for your arteries. And also what probably makes them taste like heaven.

Update on Cute Intern: Intern? Still young. But he will now be referred to as Hot Intern, because after staring at him during the staff meeting yesterday I realized he's Hot. And as CHC pointed out during the staff meeting by noting it on her pad, beefy. And he's hot despite the fact that he's attending the rival college to my college. He's hot enough to be forgiven.

update on cute intern

O-kay.

Cute Intern? Much, much, too young.

It was okay when we thought he was 22-ish and just graduated from college.

CHC and I just found out he won't be 21 for two more months and he's going to be a Junior in college.

Too. Young.

I now feel like a dirty old woman.

Though that doesn't mean I can't still look.

why can't i ever find it?

I'm a big fan of the show Everwood, and then I guess the general response would then be, "What show aren't you a fan of?" And there are many my friends. Many. It might not seem like it. One that would earn me an incredulous glance is "Lost." I'm sure it's awesome. I've just never become invested in it. And it's not one of those ones that you really can just right in at this point.

I digress.

Everwood consistently can make me cry, which is a good thing since most people say I don't have a heart because I don't really cry during shows or other things that would make people cry. Except when sometimes I'm a little emotional and a car advert can get me choked up. Anyway! Everwood is solid crying material.

During the season finale on Monday, the teariest moment had Natalie Merchant's song "Beloved Wife" playing in the background, just oomphing the tear moment. It also was one of those things where you hear a song you haven't heard in ages and you're all, 'ooooh, good song. Totally forgot about that.'

I've my Natalie Merchant CD for ages, and so last night as I was falling asleep I wanted to listen to the CD. Especially since the song was stuck in my head, but also for the entire CD. I seriously did forget how much I love Natalie Merchant.

So clearly it wasn't where it was supposed to be. I spent like 15 minutes looking for it until I gave up and played a Ben Harper CD. I also forgot how much I liked him. Anyway. It always happens that when I want to find something that I can't.

Usually I will be able to find it, and most annoyingly, usually where I had already looked. It happens all the time.

I have a bad feeling though that someone has my Natalie Merchant CD, and I've lost it.

I'm mourning for a CD now that I haven't listened to in over a year.

would you please just get back to me?

For quite some time I've been trying to arrange for a part-time media-ish internship for the summer at a nameless organization because I must be careful not to google tag or get google tagged or whatever under any circumstances.

The reason it has taken so long to organize is that the individual who received my information has taken for-fucking-ever to get back to me, or even respond to my information. I mean, granted, I understand you're a big impressive individual, but your boss got back to me rather quickly and I didn't end up having to chase said individual down.

I was asking Shortie, who has to deal with all of the applications for her said organization, how I should word a follow-up email that the person hadn't responded to yet. It was pretty damn funny, and I didn't post it because I didn't want to jinx it. Which is why I've been rather mum about the whole deal.

This is no longer a problem, YAY!, and so without further ado, Shortie's response to my query.

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From: Shortie [mailto:shortie@whoreallycareswhere.org]
Sent: Monday, April 25, 2005 3:52 PM
To: 'Karen'

Subject: replace the caps with better wording

Dear DELIQUENT BITCH,
Last week, I was in contact with YOUR MUCH MORE COMPETANT BOSS in regards to a potential summer internship at YOUR WAY TOO COOL ORGANIZATION.
Since YOUR MUCH COOLER THAN YOU BOSS said that she would pass my contact information on to you, and blah blah balh...

Thank you,
'Karen'

spice girls reunited!!!!!!!!!!!

I know it's the cheese, but this news makes me so happy!!!

Even Ginger Spice aka Geri Halliwell is going to be on tour!

I know it's most nostalgia for high school, but I loved the Spice Girls. Please. I still have their three albums.

When I was in Majorca and read of Ginger leaving. Sigh. I thought it was a hoax, or the end of the world. Okay, that's a little overly dramatic.

But this is the best news since their split. Awesome!

most affordable city?

It seems from a report in CNN Money today that my college town is the most affordable city to live in. Or rather that you get the most mileage out of your dollar.

Now this is all fine and dandy, and yay New London, you're famous for something now. But does this really matter when you can't spend your money on anything because there is nothing to do in New London?

I mean bowling perhaps, but seriously? There are the cities nearby that you can shop in, or the casinos nearby, but there is not much going on in New London.

This doesn't really explain though why I was always broke in college. This should mean that my money went further, and really when I think about how little I was getting, and that it would be gone in like a week in other cities, I guess it does help explain that.

Seriously though. What is there to do in New London that doesn't involve shopping.

Ideas anyone?

cute intern

So, it seems that while I was away at the wedding. The wedding that is now thankfully and mercifully over. I will share later. Anyway, it seems that my 'team' has hired an intern.

This intern? A boy. Which is the first most shocking part. The second? He's cute! The third? He's taller than me without my heels on.

I saw him walking down the hall and went run/walking down the hall so I could ask the front desk receptionist who he was. Unfortunately there was the student working the desk. Dammit!

So then I see he took the men's room key so I'm fake reading my mail in the door of the copy room waiting for him to walk past to see if he really was that cute.

He was.

So then CHC walks in to say 'hey' for the day and I tell her that there is a cute boy working in the pit. She's all, yeah he's an intern, and he works for us. But only for a month. She was also like he's young-ish like 22, and she was like we, meaning her and annoying slutty co-worker, introduced themselves to him. She was all, "Yeah he's cute, but I was thinking you know who would really find him cute? Karen. Because he looks like he's 12."

She's kind of got me on that one.

Let the stalking commence for the next month. And really? Who cares that he is potentially the son of a friend of big boss man.

On another note. I love Fatboy Slim. He's an awesome DJ who I first discovered in high school, though more mainstream that I would usually enjoy and then there's the Scissor Sisters who fucking rock. Their song Filthy/Gorgeous is just a great song. Once I get more money I'm totally buying their album. They also have a multitude of famous fans too. It seems that Fatboy slim is one of them and he remixed their cover of "Comfortably Numb." Check it out.

ending with a fizz...

Damn you to curses Ilene Chaiken. Fuck. You! Betty!

I love(d) the L word dearly.

Some could even say obsessively and they wouldn't be wrong. At. All.

One of the reasons I believe that I became so obsessed with the L word last year was because of the amazing, cliff-hanging, season finale of last year. I had only seen a few episodes before the end of the season and that season finale was a fucking doozy. It was well-acted, well-written, well-shot. Thanks Tony Goldwyn! You've been the only consistent person working for this show! And as a guest star this season you still prove that you're a hottie way past Patrick Swayze. Though, you'd probably want to do him.

I digress.

This season finale? Would have been okay if was another episode. And even then too much time was given to performances. One of them being Betty, who, really? You've already performed once. A very blah speech by Gloria Steinem. Really? Did you write that yourself Gloria? Couldn't you have done better? Can I have your step-son's number? I've loved him for years. Especially in time for his premiere? Heart. I liked you, love some songs, but there isn't time in a season finale to fit you in. Especially all three of you. Especially after a random, unitelligble conversation with Betty members 'acting' and Gloria Steinem and most of the cast discussing what I believe are the relationships between lesbians and feminism. Really? In a season finale?

There aren't any real cliff-hangers. There was a fucking off-the-cuff jab from Tina to Bette about her affair, which Shortie and I were like "woah! Did she just say that?!?" We rewound. She did. Did we deal at all this season with them dealing with the affair? Nope. And now we just get some random fucking comment where they can semi-joke about it? Bullshit. Lazy fucking write Ilene. Lazy fucking writing.

Last season was an entire storyline about how Foxy Brown's son wouldn't talk to her or contact her and she was dying to see him. Last night? Arrives for the funeral and they are acting like any normal mother-son relationship. Lazy. Fucking. Lazy.

Jenny's back to being bat-shit crazy. Done. But not fun to watch. Not even good-bad to watch. Why? Also? Worst opening shot sequence ever. Well at least the most wasteful one to date.

The only thing I know is that I just am not sure if I care anymore. I mean it was sort of like, "meh. That was an okay episode." Not, I can't wait to fucking see what is going to happen next season.

There is one potential, and here me Ilene Chaiken.

If you kill of Tina, I will be absolutely livid and will refuse to watch the show. You will have effectively killed your show as you have every fucking redeemable tertiary character on this show. I will hate you with the burning passion of a thousand suns.

Don't. Fucking. Do. It.

No one is happy with this past season. I know you embrace the controversy, but there's a fine line between people having issues with the characters to actually not enjoying the show and fucking killing it.

Oh. And Betty? Stay the fuck away from the show. And stop ruining moments on the show by having words whispered. We're not fucking two-year olds. We. Get. It. I hope you're fired Elizabeth Ziff. Especially for the totally inappriateness of bastardizing 'Jewish' music and Jenny and the theme song even more. Learn some resepect.

Maybe I'll see you next year bitches. I don't even have the energy to end that with the exclamation point it deserves. I'm just too disappointed.

diet coke and traveling...

Diet Coke now has Splenda.

This is very exciting news. Splenda is better for you, and the best part is that it tastes a bit sweeter making it taste somewhat more akin to Cola Light of Europe. Which I'm fucking ob-sessed with. It's awesomely amazing. I know they can't release it here because it has some calories or whatever but it's so damn tas-tay.

Clearly Diet Coke with Splenda does not taste exactly the same, but it still tastes really good. I bought a case of it yesterday at CVS and was very pleased to see they already have it in cans. But not only does it taste really good, meaning it'll be a better mixer with alcohol, but Splenda will not kill you, or force you to lose your memory such that is the beauty of NutraSweet. So Stretch? There might still be some hope for you yet.

Picture it. Conn College early fall 2004. It's Stretch's 21st birthday. She's the most obsessed with Diet Coke, or you know, DC as she lovingly refers to it, out of any of us. What are a group of friends to do to make her birthday special?

Why buy 21 cases of DC and stack them up in her doorway in the morning, blocking her in her room.

Priceless.

Also? I would like to pimp today a very cool company. I was on SFist reading an interview with the creator of this travel company called Tango Diva which is all about providing women with information about traveling around the world alone. It's a pretty cool website, and totally something helpful for women. There is no need for women to not travel alone and safely, but it also provides other fun information such as a style, and a wellness section. I can't really do justice, but it's a kickin' website.

Happy Monday!

not that it matters, but...

When I first started my job I had a massive crush on one of my co-workers. It was bad. And embarassing because for the first few months that I worked there I didn't really talk to anyone at my job except for the people on my project. I was pretty much resigned to being friends with the controlling lady on my team, who I should have realized wasn't even liked by my boss. I mean I just thought that she was cool for giving me tips on playing solitaire because she played it all the time.

I should have known better.

Luckily the holiday party happened and I started talking to more of the people. I mean there were other people that I chit-chatted with, but nobody that was young enough.

Anyway soon I was talking to Big Office Crush. Nothing outstanding in the sense that we were becoming best friends, but you know a 'hey.' I LIVED for those heys. Let me tell you. I would plan my day around how many times I could walk by his office to get a hey. Or how many times I could invite hime outside for a smoke, or have him invite me outside for a smoke.

I lived for those smokes. I was seriously fucking smitten.

I decided to move on because, well, it was the good thing to do because it was moving from good office crush to emotional or whatnot. I did. I mean I still thought he was cute and adorable. Because not only is BOC cute, he is the best flirter ever, though I don't think he knows that he is. He also doesn't realize how smokin' hot he is either. I thought at first he was being modest but Krazy Ko-worker was all, no, seriously he doesn't think he's good looking. Tragic.

I moved my affections on to the disease TB, and BOC moved offices to around the corner.

It's BOC's birthday on Sunday. He had his party slash massive happy-hour last night. I think it shows how far I've moved on when I was like, well I guess I'll go for the first section of the happy hour but not the $20 for 3 hours of alcohol at the club. And let me just say that it's not rail. So there McFadden's!!!

I started at the happy hour and BOC was surrounded by his harem of lady co-workers. It's crazy that they are all female. And pretty much all of them are attractive. i seriously wasn't going to go, but then CHC was all, let's go. Granted after 3 G&T's, but still.

CHC was in rare form last night. She was fucking hilarious. She has this funny obsession with saying that someone has licked their teeth at her. Especially lesbians. Yeah. I don't know. But last night one of COB's co-workers was an obvious trendy butch-dyke and CHC was all, let's make her want us and make her think we're lesbians so she insisted on linking arms whilst walking towards the club. She's fucking mental, but I love her. She also sat down with a group of boys for like an hour after we got there and I finally pulled her away. She was all, Thank YOU, I couldn't think of what to say to get away. She totally should have sat down with the young David Beckham look alike with his girlfriend.

I digress. I can fill more fun stories later.

The main point is that last night BOC was very, very, friendly and hands-y and it was awesome. Like the constant arm around the shoulder and hugs. It was fucking awesome, but probably a good thing that I don't have a crush on him because I would have died.

But he's still sooo fucking attractive that to have him be hands-y is still hot.

Sigh.

the PERFECT way to procrastinate

Okay. So I've heard about all the awesome things that the new Google maps can do. Seriously.

I was reading sfist today and they were talking about how people are fusing technologies together for putting personal pictures up with addresses for flickr and other cool stuff. Plus there was this guy who fused maps with craigslist apartment listings together which is pretty much an awesome way to look for an apartment in the city you live in.

For some reason I was inspired to just look at the maps and play with the cool satellite thing. After a few kinks...you should really look in map mode first, because sometimes putting an address in is a little tricky, and it's kind of fun to look around, click to satellite.

It's the MOST addictive thing ever. I started putting in my childhood addresses. My middle school. My current apartment. Which is funny because part of it is blurred because it shows a governmental thing...trying to not be specific about where I live here people.

Or my college, which I believe is because of the nuclear plant, or whatever that plant was up the river. But doesn't it look just lovely! Right.

So. Much. Fun.

Do it.

Try it out. Hours of endless fun!

damn. you. pmf!

PMF was nice enough to send me a free CD sampler thing after she came to visit. I believe mostly because she loved this one CD that I got for free and so I gave it to her since she preferred it over me. And, of course because, you know, I'm awesome.

Anyway, this CD has been pretty awesome. It's gotten me up in the morning. It peps me up with the punk and rock. I'm not sure where she got it, but it fucking rocks.

The reason I'm cursing her? I'm now in love with new bands. Songs that I'm obsessed with, so I want to hear more, and this probably means I'm going to be buying CDs.

So damn you PMF, DAMN YOU!!!

Making me spend more money.

So, I might as well pimp while I can. The band The Stills, very cool, especially their song "Still in Love." They're on the same label as Bloc Party, who are being touted as the new indie band. It's a little ridiculous. And the Panthers.

stellastarr* is another band on the CD.

Damn you PMF! I hope you're happy!

so this is what is happening in the world?

Jesus Christ can't get a driver's licensce, and he's been living this whole time in DC?

Seriously? This is big news for CNN? Seriously? A crazy, crazy man somehow legally changes his name, and West Virginia of all places won't give him one. Really? I would think West Virginia would be the first.

Though I do have to fucking love that last line, "Christ is not talking to the press right now." Bloody brilliant.

Also, you might want to check out glaciers while you can because they're going to be gone soon. Man, I remember when school field trips would be to go check out the glaciers in high school. I guess that will be ending soon.

See, this is why I don't like hot weather.

And why I hope to be dead when California finally breaks off from the US as is pretty much predicted.

you tell them arianna!

Arianna Huffington is the fucking coolest.

Though they totally wasted her breath on the fucking L word this season. But still she exuded class and hotness saying her poorly written lines. I need a special button or something for this, but thanks for ruining another fucking moment Ilene Chaiken.

Back to the best, she's awesome in this little rant about DeLay.

he can't seem to pick a team

Shortie sent me to a blog today, that is actually quite fun. It seems to consist of this person just posting pictures of celebs with a few funny comments.

Enjoyable. And clearly what I should be doing at work, when I'm already behind.

I guess I'm still trying to get back into work with everything of the semester ending up. Just one last mini assignment that I'm doing tonight.

Yay!!

Back to the original though, on the blog it had pictures of Cletus Fed. in his Italian L'Uoumo magazine shoot. Because, you know, they couldn't buy more than a details cover for him here in the US.

Anyway, it toally reminded me of when I was talking to one of my friends and we were discussing the whole Brit and Cletus marriage and how fucking awful it was and that he was obviously trashy.

Her response? He switches up his baseball caps and so he obviously doesn't have any real allegiance to one team.

This is what bothered her.

I couldn't stop laughing when she said that.

And just aas an FYI, she's a die hard, die hard Red Sox fan.

actually realizing a moment.

Now it could be the alcohol talking...CBF emailed me at work today and he was all, "Are we drinking or what?" I'll explain more some other time, but we have dates over the phone sometimes conerning drinking. I know it sounds weird, but sometimes it's the closest we can get to hanging out.

The first time was actually the summer after graduation. He was still at out our college doing a summer job and I was home and unemployed, and very unhappy living in hickville, CA. I had leftover vanilla vodka, which had JUST made an appearance onto the scene. He...well I'm not sure what he had. Other new thing on the scene? Vanilla coke.

I started by making those, and then by the end, and having run out of vanilla coke, we were actually doing shots over the phone. Countdown and everything. By the time my mom got home I was pretty much drunk. We were playing songs over the phone, read: blasting them over the phone for each other, and dancing around my living room. My mom? Less than impressed but because she's the greatest didn't actually say anything.

I digress.

As I was putting ice in my glass to then pour coffee over, so I can get halfway through this final, I suddenly was hit with the, wow, I can't believe I've been complaining about the work I have to do at the end of the semester. I should still be thankful, and I am really, that I got into my program. It's a rather selective program, and with everyone going to grad school now, I realize that I'm pretty fucking lucky that I got into my program and that I'm actually getting a master's in something. That I got into any program, and thankfully one with some sort of name attached. You're pretty much screwed nowadays if you don't have a higher degree, and wow am I thankful.

So this post is to take back everything I've bitched about lately concerning work. I really am thankful, and I should even be thankful that I do have something to bitch about. I'm getting my master's and I'm excited. Who knew I'd ever go to grad school? Not I.

Thank goodness. I love you grad school.

shortie's fucking famous!

Okay, so the -ist blogs are picking up steam. Personally? I'm obsessed. I don't just check the DC one. I look at Boston, San Francisco, NY, London, LA, and sometimes the remaining two cities when I'm a little bored. I figure I have connections to the cities I check daily, so of course I want to know what's going on. Plus? There are definitely some cool articles. So, okay, the one city I like to read but have never been to is Chicago, but I've always wanted to go!

Either way? These city blogs are cool, funny, and I think they're really building up their viewership.

Last week, our very own dcist wrote about Art Blogging and right here and how it is essentially the new wave of art critquing. And? Guess what? At then end of the article they chose local blogs that they think are interesting concerning the art scene. Shortie's was in there.

Fucking awesome!

survival, pt. 1

I didn't make it to Shortie's show unfortunately. This is probably a good thing as I would have probably collapsed. Unfortunately? I wanted to do an assigment this evening that I didn't finish in class because I was too exhausted for finishing my paper.

That's right. I finished my paper.

I'm done with 202!

Awesome!!!!!!!!!

It hasn't sunken in yet, and I still feel lame because it's fucking Cinco de Mayo and I'm tired as get out and can't be drinking.
Sigh. I think I'll have a silver bullet and go to sleep.

Be at work on time.

I know. Who would think, right?

One more assignment and a take-home.

It's almost done!

"No More Hiroshimas! No More Nagasakis!"

Location: Martin Luther King, Jr. Library
901 G Street, NW,Washington,DC
When: Thursday, May 5, 6:30pm to 8:00pm


I can't go, but anyone who can, should. I might even try and stop by after class though I shouldn't, and the fact that I'm still awake at this hour is a sign I'm going to be dead.

If anything, there should be free wine.

what were you thinking tivo?

Because TiVo hates me, it didn't record America's Next Top Model tonight.

I was actually powernapping so I didn't realize it wasn't recording. What did it record instead? Some old crappy Friends episodes. I mean I love Friends, but I love ms so America's Next Top Model.

It's a fucking AWESOME reality show. It's pretty much the best guilties pleasure out there. I was able to get both B and Stretch to love it. But it didn't last because neither of them watch it now, but then both don't really watch tv.

One of the worst parts? From briefly looking at the forums at TWoP it looks like I missed some awesome snarkiness. Which is part of the reason it's such an awesome show. Plus laughing at how stupid some of these girls are is awesome. In last week's episode almost all of the contestants had to ask what aloof was. Aloof.

I weep for the public education of America.

The one redeeming part? I can read both the recap and recaplet by the awesome Potes, who, I think this might be the wrong thing to be posting on a public blog, but CBF and I think she might be one of the funniest people ever, and when we went to Rhode Island, we might have thought about going to a lesbian bar to try and meet her...but those are dark hours people. CBF even emailed her and was all, so..what are fun places to go in Providence? Any wonder she didn't respond? I wouldn't have. Seriously though, I love her. Plus the recapper for the L word. Like witty enough that you're like, yeah I'd date you even though I don't swing that way. Or. I think it's more like you want to be their best and closest friends. Hmm...it's hard explaining the love.

Stretch called tonight, and I was like, guess what's actually playing right now? Come Undone. She wasn't familiar with the song so I held the phone up to the speakers.

"Oh, of COURSE I know that song. Easy lisening station. In fact? I think it might be broadcast live from your living room!"

Everyones a fucking comedian.

come undone

I have my multiple obsessions. To extrapolate on the different areas of my life where this is indeed the case would take too much time.

Even i know that this would not be a good idea right now.

For some reason though I'm obsessed with Duran Duran's "Come Undone." I mean I like Duran Duran just fine, and I am obsessed with multiple songs. Usually I'll listen to them on repeat for a few days and move on to a new one.

Every time the song pops up on my random on iTunes, I have to stop, turn the music up, and end up playing the song again. And. Usually again.

I love it.

going back over to the dark side.

For reasons unknown, I used to have a massive celebrity crush on Chad Michael Murray. Sigh. I know.

Then about two years ago these rumours started that he was dating Hilary Duff, which totally fucking squicky because he was 20 and she was 15 at the time. I guess comparatively that her current boyfriend is 25 and she's still underage it doesn't really fucking matter, but at the time I was pretty much at my peak in antipathy for the Duff. I still dislike her, but it doesn't physically bother me anymore. I think that could be because I really don't watch the Disney channel anymore and yeah...we're moving right along.

After the rumours did break, and granted I partly believed them, and even if they weren't true, it seemed they were awfully chummy and I'm pretty sure he called her intelligent in one interview, which, just, no. Now this didn't change the fact that I thought CMM was smouldering hot. Wouldn't you know it? The WB gave him his own show, AND from the promos it actually looked intersting. And? Proven at this point that he wasn't dating the Duff. I would also like to point out that my crush on the pretty CMM began before most of America under 13 suddenly took notice.

So...I started watching this show on the WB. It actually was pretty good. And? Amazingly enough it was being recapped for TWoP, which was even fucking better. His acting, now that he was getting more time, proved that it really wasn't that good, but overall the show was pretty solid. Plus, some pretty good music. More indie than say Howie Day on Summerland.

OTH broke for a hiatus with this awesome cliffhanger episode. Somehow when the show came back it was pretty much crap. I was still having C tape it, but I was fast-forwarding for the most part. Fast-forward to this fall, and I just wasn't watching. I read those little synopsis things on the website, but even TWoP dropped it as a show. I read the forums there though and people generally discussed how it was crap. My CFO kept on asking if I was watching, but I wasn't because I was watching Veronica Mars. Which I can say is the best new show of the season, and I don't even care what genre you are talking about. It's fucking brilliant, and the acting is out of this world too. Watch it. It was barely picked up by UPN, and yes, I know, UPN, but it's smart it's got jaw-dropping moments...I can't say enough.

I'm not sure what happened, I think my CFO heckled me enough, and Veronica Mars was on this fucking long sabbatical, so I started to watch snippets of OTH. Then? There was the episode before their sabbatical, and it was one of those ones where you're like, no way! And of course there was this awesome Ryan Adams song during the montage which clinched it for me.

I feel like I need to stand up.

Hi. My name is Karen. And I'm watching One Tree Hill again. And I'm enjoying it. Admitting you have a problem is the first step to fixing your problem.

i don't know what's sadder...

The fact that the person who lives in the apartment across from the courtyard is watching the Disney channel program "Phil of the Future," or the fact that I can recognize it across the courtyard on a small TV after only a minute or so?

i'm showtime's bitch

Showtime might just be the death of me. Or more aptly put, may be the death of my graduate career.

I'm officially Showtime's bitch.

There is most obviously the L word. Then it introduced me to Queer as Folk. It made me stay up last semester way past my bedtime with my first viewing of Rodger Dodger, which, is a fucking brilliant movie. With a rather genius cast. Then it gave us the little gem of Fat Actress.

Sure at times offerings are uneven, but there is no other network that will provide such fabulous gay fare, and the indie films as well. It's not HBO, but I have stronger allegiances now with the programs on Showtime.

You might ask why am I bringing this up now? As I was channel surfing briefly while having a snack, and now with TiVo this is a rarer incidence, I found the channel was playing "Cutting Edge" which is one of my all time favourite movies.

The bright white lighting, the obvious cheap ass budget, the poor attempt at showing ice skating, all made awesome by Moira Kelley and my boyfriend at the time D.B. Sweeney. What a hottie at the time. Time in fact as not been well to him, but damn is he adorable in this role. In fact, Moira Kelley made out with two of my high school crushes, the other being Brendan Fraser at the time of "With Honors."

So now of course I have to have the movie on in the background because I can't ever not watch it because it's rarely on, much less so without the commercials and not on Oxygen.

Speaking of which, was playing "Out of Sight" at the same time, and is another movie that I fucking love, and actually have been meaning to watch for days. A brilliant adaption of an Elmore Leonard novel. Somehow George Clooney and J.Lo fucking sizzle and pretty much make the movie.

Must get back to my movie.