I can’t even believe I’m about to admit this, but I’m watching Dancing With the Stars. sigh. I don’t like this show, even though half of the country does, including my mom. Hi mom. I’m only watching it because Torie had it on before I came in and oh my god, seriously, Buzz Aldrin is doing the cha-cha. No. Apparently Pamela Anderson will be up soon. NO.
So what I’m doing while I “watch” is reading through the Television Without Pity forums and recaps which-I-love. I read everything attached to The Office, The Lost, The American Idol, and The Flash Forward faithfully, unless they have 25+ pages like the Lost forums do and then I give up around page ten. I’m a very, very busy person, as you can tell. And plus besides, I reactivated my Facebook account because I was bored and wanted to know what everyone was up to and now I’m back to checking it every fifteen seconds again. Hello my name is Kelly and I’m a pick a disease, any disease. Oh wait, Castle is on now, and I’ve never seen it. It’s supposed to be good and of course it is: Nathan Fillion.
Edit: Well, Castle, you’re a little bit meh, though to be fair maybe that’s because I was watching you while writing this post, checking Facebook, and playing online mahjong solitaire. Seriously, what did I DO before internet machines?
Only minutes ago Torie and I rummaged for cash and she drove off into the dark in search of excellent chocolates to meet our insatiable need. There’s no way she’ll disappoint because she has a super accurate chocolate radar, which she got from me, which I got from my mom, and so on and so forth all the way back to Mother Eve in Africa. Although, have you noticed lately that love of chocolate is no longer solely a woman’s privilege? Same with so many other things… and this makes me happy. I like the blurring of gender lines because ultra-macho and ultra-feminine aren’t really necessary anymore, are they? Van showed me an hilarious video the other day which I can’t post here because if I did WordPress would send its goons to chop off my fingers, but it was of a group of guys called the Dan Band dancing to Beyonce’s Single Ladies, and I was laughing my head off.
One of the more episodic shows I’ve been watching excessively is Kitchen Nightmares with Gordon Ramsay, but I’ve actually started to get tired of his shtick. This is entirely my fault for glutting. Yesterday I had a particularly bad monthly so I opted to stay in bed for the majority of the day and instead of choosing a book to read from the towering stack on my nightstand I rendered my legs useless by supporting the laptop with them while I watched about ten hours of Ramsay yelling at people and calling them pigs. I’m not complaining – I would do it again – but after awhile you begin noticing patterns to the tirades, and the editing of that show is incredibly ham-handed. But entirely addictive. Hello my name is Kelly and I’m pick a disease, any disease, but go with “TV addict” because it’s the most appropriate. I used to be such a snob, too. It’s funny, if you’re the type of person who finds crying clowns funny. sigh. Where’s my book? Love! xo