It’s been a busy, interesting week. I’ve been writing a lot for profit so I don’t really feel like writing for free during my downtime. I am, however, watching some television.
Tuesday’s episode of Lost has my mind spinning – I really, really want to know the name of The Man in Black. Not sure why that’s so important right now, but for some reason it’s driving me crazy. Also, I found the episode to truly be a can of worms. Like Allison Janney’s character said to the twins’ mom, the answers are only leading to new questions. And now there’s only three hours left and I don’t think I’m going to get the information I want.
The skanky, filthy NJ housewives provide Schadenfreude at its finest. Seriously, I have never felt so upstanding and decent as I feel when I watch those women…breathe. Nasty doesn’t begin to cover it.
Also, am I the only person who was sad when the cowboys didn’t win the Amazing Race? And who hopes Russell wins Survivor?