C'est Non Un Blog

Today two teenage girls came into the store wearing jeans so tight that I at first could have swore they were wearing spandex. I’m serious. And I’m not talking ass to thighs tight. I’ve seen that many times before. I’m talking ass to ankles. No flair out at the end for these ladies. I silently wondered if they had to sew themselves into their jeans. I’ve never seen jeans so tight. They looked silly. Like they had the whole “fat lady in a trailer park” thing planned out from the start. Ladies, look in a mirror.

No new O.C. until NOVEMBER?! Damn you baseball! You have ruined me again!

(FYI, Blondie is gone. She must have been working just the summer, because we haven’t seen her in weeks. I’ve finally convinced myself she’s not coming back anytime soon, and have just begun to shift focus to the cute Asian girl working at the Chinese food place behind the store.)

Everwood is the best show I never thought I would ever like.

Some may have noticed that I haven’t been very active on the internet as of late. Well, there is a reason for that. Saturday night right before I turned my computer off I found out that somehow something had downloaded a shitload of spyware onto my computer that was now screwing with my desktop and operating system. My computer was royally screwed up.

Luckily with the help of Jeremy Meerworth we were able to at least get rid of most of it and bring my computer back to a somewhat normal state of being. I don’t think at this point it will be necessary to wipe the drive and start over, which is something I was seriously considering doing. I still might do it. I bought an external hard drive yesterday just in case.

Stupid spyware.

Billy, you might be pleased to know that I got uber-excited when the first pitstop of the Amazing Race was in Mt. Joy, PA. I was looking for familiar sights but couldn’t find any, alas.

Are you the type of person to get pissed that no one regularly posts in their blog, and then you don’t post in your own blog?

Man, I’m such a dick.

In other news, I’m way too into the O.C. Seriously, super fan, right here. This is like my extended family. You don’t know how extremely pleased I was to see a happy Sandy and Kirsten together again. Gushing like a little girl. And what’s with the new Dean of Discipline? Is it just me or is he Satan? And screwing a high school student?

These are all hypothetical questions of course. I don’t think there are any O.C. geeks quite like me who read this.

Ok, self, I know we’ve had this talk before. About how we weren’t going to let TV rule our lives come this fall. About how we were going to cut back and only see what we absolutely have to and not become so obsessed that we can’t leave the house.

Self, you’re doing a really crap job about what we talked about.

1. The smell of a woman’s neck
2. Trees that are older than the oldest living human being
3. The way music sounds at night
4. Any work of art that changes the way that you see the world the instant after witnessing it
5. Discovering something amazing that you never knew existed
6. Anything romantic that isn’t sappy, sentimental or cliché
7. The way a cat rubs its head under your chin while it lies on your chest
8. Chocolate
9. Dreams that feel more real than the waking world
10. Coming up with an idea that is so bizarre my friends can’t help but laugh

Every season on Survivor there is at least one big shocking moment.

This is my prediction for this season: Mark Burnett kills someone.

…

Now when I say he kills someone I don’t mean that he makes the challenges so hard that someone actually dies of exhaustion.

I mean he shoots them.

Now that’s great TV.

My life has been really boring lately. I really have nothing to post. I did get a haircut today. Looks good. Too bad the sudden shift in weather has caused my forehead to break out, making me look the worst I have since college. Greaaaat.

My two favorite comics right now: The Runaways and Invinvible. I know there are some comic fans out there who read this. Comments?

Today, if someone were to ask me what character from all of cinema history I most identified with, I would say Amelie Poulain, without the slightest hint of irony.

Of course I haven’t reached happy ending Amelie in my life quite yet.

Well, it is definitely NOT summer anymore. It’s freezing in the house! I faced a serious dilemma when deciding whether or not to take of my clothes to get into the shower.