If you're bored, go play THIS GAME. It's completely addictive and I am obsessed with trying to reach 2 minutes. My best score so far is somewhere near the 40 second mark. WHICH IS REALLY GOOD. I'm sure you're thinking to yourself, "40 seconds doesn't sound like a very long time, how can that be a good score?" BUT IT IS. Trust me. Play it and you will see. Really fucking difficult and addictive. (I feel like maybe I've already posted the link to this game on my blog.) (Have I?) (I've been addicted to it for a really long time.) (I just got really hungry.) (Like, typing that last sentence was the thing that kicked me over the edge from "okay" to "really fucking hungry.") (Speaking of things I'm addicted to--I have been addicted to tuna since I was a kid--I love the stuff--mercury poisoning be damned--and I'm really craving a tuna sandwich right now--but--and get this--this is so sad--I am housesitting right now, and there are, like, 10 cans of tuna in the cupboard, BUT I CANNOT FIND A CAN OPENER.) (I have spent over an hour searching for a can opener.) (But there MUST be one, that's the thing.) (I mean, who has 10 cans of tuna in their cupboard and no can openers.) (I could just go buy a tuna sandwich, but it's sort of become my mission in life to find a can opener in this kitchen.)
Oh, but before you go play that game, you must go to CHRISTY'S BLOG and vote on her poll. It's a time sensitive poll and it's essential that you go vote now, even if you don't know Christy.
Oh, and also, this is totally random, but I watched the two big "must see" finales on NBC last night. Does anyone still watch Will and Grace anymore? Because their finale was brilliant. Seriously, totally brilliant. Amazing. Wonderful. Imminently watchable. Oh, and it was also, hands down, THE WORST HOUR OF TELEVISION EVER CREATED SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TELEVISION.
As I was watching, I kept exclaiming (with a yiddish accent): "This is supposed to be a sitcom?" It was so dramatic it was like all of the actors thought they were acting in a play by Chekhov. Now, I love Chekhov. But this was no freaking Chekhov.
If you told me that some random rich dude who had never written a word in his life won the right to write the finale as part of some sort of charity auction, I would not be surprised.
I was expecting it to be bad, though. It's been bad for a really long time. So I wasn't surprised when it lived up to my expections. What did surprise me, though, was ER. I haven't watched ER since Dr. Greene left, and apparently they still know how to make good television because I cried like a baby. And I haven't seen this show in YEARS. (As opposed to Will and Grace, which I watch pretty much every week because it's fun to marvel at how bad it is.) (It's like, imagine if Showgirls was a sitcom--you would watch, right? To marvel at the bad.)