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Even though the next semester is looming large in only a few weeks, there are lots of things to be excited and happy about right now, not the least of which is that no less than three (count ’em three) members of my friend-family are starting exciting new career-furthering jobs in the next month. Hooray and congrats to all of them.

Other things I’m pretty jazzed about right now:

The understated, sneakily moving, music-filled delight that is this movie. I want the soundtrack immediately. Running constantly, please.

According to this, Sunny is coming to DVD! Hooray.

Finally finally the food scientists have listened to my silent pleas. I need to get my hands on this as soon as possible.

Also, meerkats.


Last weekend I went to Chicago for various parties and events. It was a great time — I ate good food, went dancing, listened to music, saw a good movie and most importantly I was able to spend time with pretty much all my people that I miss so much. However, I also contracted some sort of Hipster Malaria whilst at Pitchfork and I’ve been sick for most of the week. So sick, in fact, that I stayed home from work and have been holed up in my house for days.

This has given me a lot of time to catch on up my summer cable television programming. I’ve been watching almost non-stop episodes of Dog Whisperer on the National Geographic channel and Dirty Jobs on Discovery. I can’t get enough. I’ve even tried using Cesar’s dog psychology on Magellan (it doesn’t seem to work on cats, especially when they are sleeping) and I’ve developed a mighty crush on the host of Dirty Jobs, Mike Rowe. Those who know me might be surprised by this, since I generally don’t care for the muscly, brawny, “I can lift that for ya” types. Nor do I necessarily go for poop-jokes – a major staple on a show about grody jobs.  But then in one episode he started singing (he used to be with the Baltimore Opera Company) and making up silly songs and I was sorta hooked. Plus I have great admiration for people who can walk into a weird situation with complete strangers, have to work with them ALL DAY, and be gracious and friendly and funny and productive. It’s a brand of social ability that I have yet to conquer and I’m sort of in awe of it.

Also it makes me grateful that I don’t have to wear waders for my living. Though I did enjoy wearing them for wading out into the blood-colored fountains to light torches during Fright Fest…but I think that is a very specialized, narrow area of wader-acceptance.

Even though impending ice storm + red wine last night = migraine + wasted afternoon, today is a good day.

First, my DVR considerately recorded about 3 hours of “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia“reruns, which I think is maybe the funniest thing on TV these days. Be forewarned: it is totally offensive and totally hilarious. These characters are rude, vain, disgusting and cruel and I would hate to actually know any of them, but the actors/writers are brilliant and deliver every episode without missing a thing. Seriously, the new season starts this summer, so start kissing up to your cable-connected friends now, because it’s on FX.

And now I get to go enjoy tapas and drinks in honor of Miss E and El Chipps, two of my very favorite people in Champaign. Like I said, it’s a good day.

I’ve been watching a lot of Law & Order lately, and when I say a lot I mean a LOT. We’re talking maybe 3 or4 (or 5 or 6) a day, every day. I do mix it up a little, watching all three flavors, but still that is a lot of BONG BONGs.

I think my favorite part is the little vignette before the opening credits. Criminal Intent has a bit of a different slant by showing some history of the crime, but generally I like them because they feature totally random New Yorkers strolling around, usually poorly acting  out some inane dialogue, always cut short by one person looking off camera and saying, “Oh my god! Call the police!”, then the camera panning down to the body. L&O has been on for 17 seasons (!) so at 22 episodes per season, that is a lot of delightfully inane chatter.

As much as I love this show, and contrary to  Bravo’s, USA’s and TNT’s obvious wishes, I think I need to stop watching it so much. I’m finding that I try to memorize what my friends are wearing every time I see them in case Logan or Briscoe knocks on my door and asks me about the last time we were together. I think about what I was doing last Thursday in case I have to have an alibi ready to prevent wrongful arrest. Worst of all, I am starting to have nightmares featuring the grizzliest m.o.’s — like the Whoopi Goldberg machete murders I watched last night (now that is a phrase I never thought I’d type).

So, as much as I love you Dick Wolf, I’m gonna have to start the weening process now.