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A new year, and time for a new blog. They come far more infrequently don’t they? Oh well, I see no reason to write fluff if I can avoid it. I’d rather write less, that might be worth reading, than more that’s just junk. Well, I have a number of realizations, discoveries, and changes I thought I’d share with my still faithful readers.

First, and my close friends are more than sick of hearing about it but I don’t care, I have met a truly amazing girl. The time we’ve spent together the past few weeks (she’s currently out of town till classes kick back in) has done a number on how happy I’ve been lately. Will it go somewhere? One can never tell, but I know we’ve both fallen pretty hard for each other, and I could be pretty happy living the rest of my life this way. And it is a total reinforcement of that idea that you just never know who, when, or where you can meet. So I’m going with it, and loving it.

Second, and I know this is stupid, but have you heard of those shows WifeSwap and Nanny 911? Well, I had Fox on this weekend on a rare TV watching momeny and saw them. It was sort of like a train wreck. Well, tonight I was bored, and I put on…ABC I think it was, and there were an IDENTICAL pair of shows. I’m just amazed at the lack of creativity from the media. I know I shouldn’t be surprised by this, and who knows who copied whom, but really guys, can’t you try just a little?

Third. What was third? Crap…I knew I should have noted all this stuff ahead of time…Umm…Oh, duh. I think I’m going to get a tattoo this weekend. Depending on the cost, maybe two. And no, for those of you that know, it’s not the one on my back, this will be a good build up to that, because yeah, that one is gonna hurt. No, I’m going to get a Buddhist mantra on each wrist (high enough to be covered by a long sleeve shirt of course). I am definitely going to get the om mani padme hum mantra on one wrist, and another one on the other. I’m not sure which though. When I thought of it last night, it was just like a “duh, that’s obvious,” moment.

Fourth, I finally cleared some new writing. I finished the second draft of Walking, and a first draft of Freefall. And I’m feeling inspired to start something a little more ambitious. Both scripts are up at my repository at http://pc.celtx.com/profile/thequicksilver. You’re welcome to leave me comments on them, but in particular, Freefall is still very much in first draft phase, and I know that.

Well, I guess that’s all I have to report from my little world right now. I hope everyone’s year gets off to a good start.

Yes, it is exactly what you are thinking it is.  At least if you’re me and not a complete pervert….you damn pervert.  What?  I said complete pervert.  It turns out that Whose Line is it Anyway? is finally being released on DVD.  And all I can say is it’s about farking time.  Of all the crap shows that have been released, to allow this one to list into it’s eighth season without any sign of a DVD release was brutally terrible marketing on WB’s part.  But that has now been rectified.

And to answer your next question, yes, that does say “uncensored.”  September 26th is to be a glorious day my friends.  Glorious.  Like sex, only better.  I have said before that I wish there were more shows out that were worth buying on DVD.  I see no reason to buy a show I’ll only really care to sit through once or twice.  This doesn’t fall in to that category.  It’s like watching Robin Williams Live on Broadway, it’s funny every time you watch it, even though you already know the jokes.  Plus the 30 minute shows are nice, digestable chunks if you just need something to put on for a few minutes.

Some other TV shows on my list though:  Firefly, Dead Like Me, Quantum Leap, and the rest of Buffy.  It’s just hard to come up with shows that have real, genuine, rewatchability.  And the first two on this short list couldn’t even survive the axe of the rediculous broadcasters.  Those bastards.  Oh yeah, I need to get Beavis & Butthead too, because that shit is classic.  A couple seasons of Sliders might not be bad either.  Why can’t someone come up with some really good new sci-fi?  Oh wait, Joss did.  Fuck you very much Fox.