And now for something completely different
I am ridiculously excited about tonight's season premiere of Gilmore Girls. I am so excited that I plan to watch it live to avoid any horrible accidents such as last season's season finale in which the Replay cut off (!!!!) the last minute (which was, oh, a marriage proposal between, like, my favorite characters ever). I also had Gerry talking through the next-to-last scene despite my yelling I DON'T CARE IF THERE IS NO DIALOGUE IT'S STILL A HUGELY IMPORTANT SCENE SO SHUT THE FUCKETY FUCK UP!
I take my tv seriously, people.
But props to H on that one: he located that last minute for me within a day from online, and the entire episode within a week. Awww. See -- as soon as we decide to stop hating each other I get nostalgic. I make my own life difficult.
But tonight, I'll watch live, and the Replay (regular) AND the DVR (in HDTV) will both be recording the show to be safe. Yes, I'm a geek. Why? :)
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A happy birthday goes out to H's mom and my dead (great) Grandma Mattie. By the way, Grandma Mattie died exactly nine months before my brother G was born. I think my 10-year-old brain was scarred for life by my mom's explanation of grief sex. TMI, Mom, TMI.
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By the way: I've meant to put in this disclaimer for a while: I write this blog thing like I talk or write emails to friends. I am quite aware that I am not being exactly grammatically correct and am a bit rambly and kinda making up words. (This does NOT apply to apostrophes, however. If you see an abused -- or otherwise mistreated -- apostrophe anywhere in this document please let me know. Apostrophes are abused enough, and I refuse to add to their abuse and suffering in any way.)
I promise, though, that I am capable of decent grammar and can, in fact, write business correspondence without embarrassing myself. Here, not so much.
Yes, I have work to do. Why do you ask?
I take my tv seriously, people.
But props to H on that one: he located that last minute for me within a day from online, and the entire episode within a week. Awww. See -- as soon as we decide to stop hating each other I get nostalgic. I make my own life difficult.
But tonight, I'll watch live, and the Replay (regular) AND the DVR (in HDTV) will both be recording the show to be safe. Yes, I'm a geek. Why? :)
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A happy birthday goes out to H's mom and my dead (great) Grandma Mattie. By the way, Grandma Mattie died exactly nine months before my brother G was born. I think my 10-year-old brain was scarred for life by my mom's explanation of grief sex. TMI, Mom, TMI.
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By the way: I've meant to put in this disclaimer for a while: I write this blog thing like I talk or write emails to friends. I am quite aware that I am not being exactly grammatically correct and am a bit rambly and kinda making up words. (This does NOT apply to apostrophes, however. If you see an abused -- or otherwise mistreated -- apostrophe anywhere in this document please let me know. Apostrophes are abused enough, and I refuse to add to their abuse and suffering in any way.)
I promise, though, that I am capable of decent grammar and can, in fact, write business correspondence without embarrassing myself. Here, not so much.
Yes, I have work to do. Why do you ask?
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