As I rained blows upon him, I realized there had to be another way.

I'd like to take this moment to wish you and yours a Happy Festivus. The one day out of the year where the family can come together around the aluminum pole (very high strength-to-weight ratio), lash out to each other, do physical harm, and celebrate the most minor of coincidences.

The spirit of the season was exemplified recently as Cody and I went to do the grocery shopping. The fellow outside from the Salvation Army was doing his thing with the bowl and the bell as we were walking into the store (we had nothing for him, because we are Scrooges). Another gentlemen on his way out stops and mentions to the guy that he remembers him once asking for a cigarette a long while ago. The gentlemen brandishes a newly-bought box of cigs and hands one over to the Salvation Army guy's delight. Cody and I agreed that it was pretty cool as far as random acts of kindness go.

It's a shame one or both of them will probably die of lung cancer.

I have a second story which is not quite so tingly-feel-good, but I feel it's worthy of note. A customer and his family were in search of this fancy Audio Bible that brings together a bunch of big performers and so I lead them to it. I offer him the Standard Edition and then bring down the Ritsy Special Edition which they seem curious enough about. But I indicate the $130 price tag, causing the man to exclaim "Jesus" under his breath. In my head I chuckled.

This next one goes out to all the pretty girls

Five semesters down, three to go. I think the three exams went reasonably well and my papers even more so. I know Intercultural Communications is a lock, because the instructor gave us like 15 extra credit points so a triple-digit score is within the realm of possibility.

There's no reason to keep the store open until midnight during the holidays. Definite money-loser if last night was any indication. Retail workers, don't let your bosses con you into doing midnight shifts. The only thing worse than working on a busy day with hordes of customers is working a dead night with naught but your footsteps echoing off the shelves for company.

Saw The Road. Viggo Mortenson plays an exceptional Man and the kid who plays the Boy is surprisingly not annoying. It's about time for a big "2009 in film" post so I'll probably save my full thoughts on the movie for then. Very good film though.

Christmas is coming and I need wrapping paper for gifts. I'm not about to pay for it like a sucker, though. Taking it into work and doing it at the store's wrapping station is also probably frowned upon. All I have are old copies of the Onion, so they might have to do.

Now that schoolwork's done, I can get to what really matters - movies and model kits. My NT-1 Gundam "Alex" finally showed up, so I can get to work on that. It's a shame the scale is too small for the pop-out machine guns to actually work, but I'll deal with the parts-swapping. In the time since we last spoke, I acquired a HG GOUF Ignited and a HG GINN, but I don't think I care enough to talk about them. The GOUF is cool because I can now re-enact Athrun Zala's escape from ZAFT headquarters and his climactic duel with their star pilot Shinn Asuka and his shiny new Destiny Gundam. I don't know about the GINN, though. I have enough spare parts around that I could create a custom GINN Heavy Weapons or GINN Experimental Firearms type, but I don't know if I feel like investing that sort of time into a kit I got for free and will probably just throw in the box.

Um.

I've touched a girl before, I swear. True story.

If you say you never wanted to go to school at Hogwarts, you're a liar.

I think it would be really cool to live in jolly ol' Britain. A proud nation, they invented the cat and have had running water for nearly ten years now. You can get "crisps" and smoke "fags" and hang out with Ian McKellan and have tea time. They'll let you say "fuck" on TV and won't even think it's weird that you like football (you Yanks know it as soccer).

My British Lit professor, who is from some region of Europe, threw us all a very British Christmas celebration for our last class. (I can't place her nationality, but I know she says "right" the same way that Simon Pegg does, kinda like "roight") We had Christmas Cake, Christmas crackers, Stilton cheese, and even Eddie Izzard on DVD. She hung up a Union Jack and everything. It was actually way fun as far as English courses go.


I got hired at Borders about 2 1/3 years ago now and since then, I have been the only person added to the Inventory Processing Team - nobody has been hired since me. Clearly this is because they knew I couldn't ever be topped, but they had to resort to drastic measures and hire a new guy to help deal with holiday shipments this season.

You cannot imagine how long I have awaited this moment. The chance to take somebody under my wing, to show someone the ropes, to work with someone who doesn't go to bed at seven in the evening. The new hire turns out to be about as old as my dad. I do not feel comfortable educating anyone who is more than twice my age, so my dreams were somewhat dashed.

Which is not to say I don't like the new hire. He's attentive, eager to pick up the job, and has a last name for a first name, which is considerably badass. Do you ever see anyone named, for example, Remington or Dobson? No, because they're all outside getting into car chases, stealing jewels, and making out with gorgeous women.


I really want to see The Princess and the Frog, because I am a little girl consider myself an amateur animation aficionado. But I need someone to come with me because there are too many uncomfortable connotations to a grown man with long dark hair sitting by himself in a theater filled with little children.

Of course, this is why we have DVDs.

For watching movies in the comfort of your own home, I mean.

Not the other thing.

It's that time again, folks!

Happy Friday everybody! It's that time again! That time when any old expression of anger just won't do! You need something with muscle!

That's right! It's a Fuck You Friday!

So fuck you, UWM website! When you decided to enter the digital age, did you set out to create the most ridiculously user-unfriendly website you could design? Or did it just sort of happen? Because I know I use Google when I want to get somewhere on your site rather than have to navigate your silly page organization! You're like the goddamn Winchester House given digital form with your hyperlinks that go to nowhere, your inability to "remember me" and your constantly shifting page content.

Fuck you, Borders bigwigs! Nice going with the slashing holiday payroll at the last minute! I appreciate that you're trying everything and anything to get us out of the red, but cutting hours during the fourth quarter of the retail year is not how to do it!

Fuck you, Straight No Chaser! I don't like the way you sound, I don't like your stupid remixes of holiday classics like "Jingle Bells", and I don't like hearing the entirety of your album over and over again at work because our "random track" button is busted.

Fuck you, guy who cut me off on the way home tonight! Apparently, you were in too much of a hurry to check your rear-view and were just willing to risk hitting another car so you could get out from behind the kinda-slow minivan in front of you. I guess I should be thankful that I have the reflexes to slam on the breaks, even if I lack the ones to slam on my horn to alert other drivers that I am not amused.

Blow off the dust and take ol' Fuck You! for a spin. You'll be surprised by how much emotion you can load into those two words!

So take care everyone, and remember - fuck you.

"We'd have a funny story to tell people, at least." "Yeah, unless we DIE."

Thanksgiving was boring. Like usual. Moving on.

In my three holiday seasons of working retail, this was definitely the lamest post-Thanksgiving weekend I've worked. Black Friday was pretty tame, namely because we at the bookstore didn't have anything really interesting to sell and something something economy.

Not even a single customer trampled to death. Not much in the way of craziness, though I did get to utter the sentence, "Yes, sometimes books do have pictures in them, and yes, the price is clearly printed on the back" to some lady over the phone. And yes, I did get the guy who angrily snapped at me for answering his question with the phrase "pretty much". He had only asked if the price on the sticker was the same as the price printed on the jacket. Ask a stupid question.

But that's actually a disappointing turnout, because I know for a fact that the good people of Fox Point, Wisconsin can crank the crazy up to 11 when they want to.



OH HEY GUESS WHAT. I figured out how to make the Description line up at the top of the blog display random phrases! Go ahead, hit Refresh and try it! SHUT UP THIS IS AWESOME.

I think I'm-a gonna go make dinner.

People who are not us are generally terrible people

There is no better way to spend an evening than to be furiously and relentlessly judging every single awful person that walks into Five Guys Burgers. Especially when you and your roommate have already ordered and eaten half an hour ago and have naught to do but eat the free peanuts and watch people until House comes on.

(House was excellent, by the way.)

(Like it's ever not)

(Has anyone ever bought a Hot Dog from Five Guys anyway? Why would you?)

(Parentheses)

Things I hate: People who hold the door open for you when you're still like a mile away from the door. You're suddenly obligated to pick up the pace and get through the door so you can stop wasting their time. They thought they'd be nice to you, but they didn't realize that you were so far behind so pick up your fat butt and get over here already.

The Road is supposed to be out today, which is the 25th, despite what this entry's timestamp will tell you. But it's not. Neither of the theaters within walking distance are showing it, even though they totally had posters up for it for the last month. And if movietickets.com is to be believed, not a single theater within 40 goddamn miles is showing it. How long do I need to wait before seeing Cormac McCarthy's masterpiece on the big screen by way of Viggo Mortensen acting like a crazed hobo?

On the subject of books, Zadie Smith has a book of essays out and I kinda want it. Even though I'm not much of an essay reader. The author is way awesome, though, so maybe I'll borrow it from work.

Aaaand Josh just left with his parents for Thanksgiving festivities. Cody has already left for work and will be heading straight for home as well. This leaves me alone in my apartment with very little to do until tomorrow morning when I head home for my own family's Thanksgiving, something that is a fairly minor affair in the Butschli household.

I don't even like turkey.

I shall use it to recharge my powers in preparation for the impending Blackest of Fridays and the following Saturday of the Damned, which I'm sure will provide endless material for later postings.

I am just the worst

In class today, I was the only one in my small group, a small group otherwise made up entirely of young college girls mind you, who knew that the werewolf in Twilight is named Jacob and is supposed to be Native American. They're supposed to be the Twilight experts here, not me! Clearly Borders, pimp of all things vampire-related has poisoned me and all of my friends must stay away. The disease is already inside me.

So, Facebook. The wonders of technology. It's at the point where all you could conceivably need are a face and a place where they frequent (like, say, UWM) and bam. If you're willing to do a little digging, you can learn their name, birthday, dating status, and whether or not they think The Dark Knight is a pretty good movie. We are this close from having an iPhone app that allows you to take a picture and it will then automatically search the internet for data on any object or person that appears in the frame, turning your phone into what is basically Boba Fett's helmet. Or the Eden of the East system.

It strikes me as a good thing that apparently Facebook and iPhones do not exist in the Death Note world, because Kira could just as easily have Googled all of his opponents and not gone through with all the Xanatos Gambits to learn their names. I was able to do it with just a login onto Facebook. Fortunately, I do not have a Death Note, just a mildly creepy tendency towards e-stalking.

House was pretty great, and I can't say I'm terribly sad over Cameron leaving. I'm annoyed that they got her married only to write her out eight episodes later, but I'll get over that. Taub and Thirteen are back, who sort of cancel each other out, so we'll see where the new and improved team goes.

Heroes? Matt trying to get himself killed in order to kill Sylar is probably one of the more badass and heroic things he's done, given his past moral ambiguity. And the trend of characters having IQs inversely proportional to the strength of the power they currently have or are pursuing is maintained.

It's rude, it's unprofessional, and worst of all, he's neglected to introduce me!

Borders? Not a decent substitute for a singles club. In case you were wondering.

Apparently hiring out family/friends/hobos off the street to assist with the dishes for you has become a matter of course in the Butschli-Zentner-Dhein household. Perhaps next I'll go out and get help when it comes time to do the laundry.

This time could be used to study for the impending Intercultural Communications exam, but there is slightly more appeal in complaining to the Internet (mostly Facebook, which is a territory of the Internet).

I really like my British Literature class, and I really like the instructor, but she changes her mind far too much. I was doing decently well with Jean Rhys's Good Morning, Midnight, but then she up and decides that we're going to read Evelyn Waugh's A Handful of Dust instead. I do not actually possess that novel, and my adventures between yesterday and today have failed to yield it.

Between the UWM Library, Boswell Books down the street, the Shorewood Public Library which I don't have a library card for, Downtown Books (which is otherwise an amazing place), and the East Milwaukee Public Library which I don't have a card for either, there is not a single copy of A Handful of Dust available. And there's no way I'm going down to work to buy it.

Please.

So I'm going into class armed with nothing but Wikipedia (and maybe Sparknotes, if I'm feeling dedicated enough). Wonderful.

On the Season DVD Box Set that is my life, you could probably safely skip this episode. Three stars, at best. Really just filler.

Oh crap, I think I just ran him over.

The Men Who Stare at Goats is the (mostly) real-life story of the New Earth Army, the U.S. military's brief flirtation with new age techniques in order to create enhanced supersoldiers, psychic spies, and Jedi warriors.

The copious Star Wars references was worth the price of admission, but you could probably get away with just renting the DVD. Given the premise and cast, the film turned out somewhat underwhelming. It seems vaguely without direction and ends up with a sort of meandering pace. It also falls off towards the end, leaving me in surprise when it started leading up to the credits.

That said, Ewan McGregor, Jeff Bridges, George Clooney and Kevin Spacey more than make up for most of the flaws, adding hilarity to nearly every line and scene. Even the smallest things, like eating a Twizzler or holding a goat, has added levels of hilarity. The film derives most of the humor from its absurd-yet-true premise and a dark satire of the military, notably in a hilarious shoot-out outside an Iraqi gas station.

Basically, if you're a fan of any of those actors and/or Star Wars, you won't regret the time and money spent. Everyone else, wait for the DVD.

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Am I the only one who spends the semester composing his Instructor Evaluations in his head? Because I have choice words for basically all my professors so far. And of course, everyone knows that negative reviews are way more interesting and fun to write than glowing reviews. I don't have much of an idea of how well I'm doing in my classes, because none of them are terribly prompt graders and none of them really use the online gradebook, so I'm in the dark until they get on the ball.

I would rather not go to work tomorrow. It's Saturday, which means customers, who happen to be a serious impediment to my work. It doesn't help that the back room barely has enough room to walk around in. There are too many books to shelve and the "Truck to Floor in 24" maxim is a joke. The almighty Zone Vice President will visit on Tuesday, expecting everything to be spic and span, and heads will roll if they are not to his specifications. No matter what the reports say, if I happen to be fired during his visit, know that it was because I said something to an authority figure that was less than respectful.

Joe the Biden is going to be on The Daily Show next week! I hope Jon asks him how often he sees Obama's "Man, shut the fuck up" face.

Review of the HG Gadessa to come over the weekend I think.

Sometimes I write things

Memo to parents who have a child who is considering striking out onto the world: If you want to seriously dissuade them, tell them they have to do dishes. And probably without a dishwasher. They have to wash the dishes with nothing but their hands, some soap, a sponge, and their wits. For reals. And it almost takes longer than the time you have allocated for it. There will be sweat, tears, and yes, blood. It may be enough to make the kid recant.

Christmas is here. You, in the comfort of your own home, may not have realized it. But you, my brothers and sisters in retail, know that the time is upon us. The attack will come, and it may be subtle. Like vaguely Christmas-y music making it into the rotation. But it may be obvious, like an extra 49 boxes of Christmas product. Or a new table on the sales floor dedicated to products with the subject code "HOLIDAY". It is coming and, you who are about to go forth, enjoy these last moments of relative serenity and sanity among your customers, for these innocent consumers are about to transform.

On a happier note, TEKKEN 6 IS OUT! It's about goddamned time, seeing as 5 came out in 2005, with naught but Dark Resurrection to tide us over. I'm taking a serious approach to this game, learning juggles and combos and such while honing my skills with Asuka and Dragunov. Seeing as they're pretty close to their previous incarnations, I'll look at picking up some other characters like the spider chick or the Jackie Chan imposter. And seriously, screw Azazel. He almost makes me miss Jinpachi, the guy who could cause earthquakes and shoot fireballs from his gut.

FOX gives us House than takes it away for some other thing - I don't even know - and now I'm without Hugh Laurie for two weeks. And just when things were starting to get really interesting.

Heroes is not so much stupid this season as it is boring. Not much has happened lately, though maybe I'm just used to more epic, fast-paced storytelling. In any case, I'm betting ten bucks that with Hiro going to back to try saving Charlie again, he's somehow going to reset the entire show. I honestly don't know if that would help matters or make them worse.

Castle was awesome, even if the Firefly gag only lasted the first few minutes.

The television studies professor inflicted Flavor of Love on us today, and it may be several hours before I can trust television again. I already fear that I have forgotten how to love.

Borders Books is a comedy bistro

So, Halloween party at Borders. For kids. We host a lot of parties and nobody ever comes, but this was different. Kids in costume all over the store going to employees who are supposed to give out candy and gifts. The trouble is, kids these days are scared to say "Trick or Treat". And they're not proud of their costumes, either.

Rather than becoming Superman or a ninja or a race car driver, the costumes are merely a means to an end. You try to compliment a kid on their neat samurai costume or whatever and they're all "yeah whatever give me candy". When I was a kid, "trick or treat" was like a code word, something you said with pride and a certain knowledge that this was not something the grown-ups could do. Now it's just something the parents tell them to say so they can get candy.

I blame the schools. And, of course, Obama.

I watch the music layer of the store all by myself, so I have to watch the register for people wanting to buy stuff. Customers occasionally track me down, but mostly they just stare at the register waiting for me to spontaneously appear. It irks me.

I came home to find that my roommates had just up and purchased a Playstation 3 while I was out. One woke up this morning, told the other that they should go buy it and so they did. I wish I had their brazen disregard for financial planning.

Also, friends are over, which was a surprise.

But most importantly, I have Bailey's in the house, which is clearly the only acceptable way to end a ten-hour shift working retail.

"I don't know what this even is!" "Drink it, you'll be fine!"

So there may have been drinking last night. But only because our dear friend turned 21 and I found it unacceptable that I be sober when I went out of my way to not have to drive to the venue. I will neither confirm nor deny the possibility that Karoake was involved. There was, however, an expedition to meet this guy. Also I can tell you that the threat of public urination was a very real threat for a little bit. I may have been overenthusiastic as I did not really get the traditional 21st birthday blowout due to circumstances beyond my or anyone's control and I'm really susceptible to peer pressure.

At work, I found that some customer, in their own little "Fuck you" to the Democrats, turned around the faced-out copies of The Audacity of Hope and then further obscured them by putting this book in front of them. I know creative book shelving is how I deal with all MY problems. And, increasingly, alcohol.

My roommates are having fun and talking, but here I am on the computer by myself. I've only been at work for ten goddamn hours and important news may have happened on THE INTERNET! Like the fact that the Unicorn Gundam apparently only comes with its bazooka, so you have to buy the Unicorn Gundam Destroy Mode too, if you want the Beam Magnum - I ask you, IS THAT JUSTICE?

In other news, I interrupted my reading of Pulitzer Prize-winning author Jhumpa Lahiri's The Namesake so that I could read this. I'm the worst English major ever.

That's Futuristic Imagination Industries, offering you more links-per-paragraph than the leading brand.

Dear Publishing Industry

Hey, it's me again. Alex, the guy who helps keep your books on the shelves? I need a favor, home-slices. Now I know my last letter didn't go over terribly well with you ("Knock it off with the Twilight bullshit"), but this one's actually important. It's a list of things that you do not need to release anymore.

1. Stupid reference books filled with useless facts. One or two publishers may have gotten lucky with the stupid trivia books, but there are only so many useless "lol random, teehee" facts out there. I don't want to pay fifteen bucks to find out if and how fish fart. And they shouldn't be hardcovers.

2. Reference books filled with exciting things for kids to do. Often there are separate books for boys and for girls. Sure, there was one that hit it BIG, but that was two Christmases ago. I can assure you as a bookstore inventory worker, they are nowhere near that popular regularly.

3. Books that involve Fitzwilliam Darcy but are not written by Jane Austen. Sure, Austen books may have been the original fanfiction fodder, but how hard can it be to come up with your own dark, aloof, handsome, romantic anti-hero with a heart of gold? Hell, Stephanie Meyer did it and she's a moron.

4. Books that are not A Dance with Dragons, the eagerly-awaited fifth novel in the award-winning fantasy series, "A Song of Ice and Fire", written by George R.R. Martin and published by Bantam Books.

5. "Books" written by Glenn Beck.

No need to thank me, guys. It means a lot to me.

Yours,
Alex

In which our hero is accused of being a racist.

At Borders, if you are a member of our club, you get coupons. Lots of them. They offer a discount on any one item. I had to clarify this to a customer who proceeded to act like I was trying to pull one over on her. I respond with slight curtness. She yanks her bag from my hands and walks off in a huff.

This is where I stick my tongue out at her departing back. Supervisor sees this, but shrugs it off. Twenty minutes later, he tells me about a call he received. Customer had called back and claimed she was treated very rudely (and here's the best part) because of the fact that she was African-American. This same supervisor was there while I rang her up, which she must have realized, because she asked for a different supervisor and hung up after being told there was no one else on duty. Supervisor tells me he knows it's BS and then says "I don't think she saw you stick your tongue out, though."

So that was fun.

OMG, Flashforward last night? Totally Godwined itself. And it took them only three episodes to introduce a Nazi! This is right after episode two, with Mysterious-Evil-Guy-Holed-Up-In-An-Abandoned-Doll-Factory-Because-That's-Creepy-Right? trying to kill our heroes.

And speaking of Heroes, shit went down. Sylar's back which is good, Hiro discovers the futility of his power (also good), Tracy is lame (par for the course), and Claire ambles around with no discernible plot function again.

Tekken 6 is out in about two weeks, and it'll fulfill my annual quota of three (3) video games a year to be super excited about, along with February's excellent Killzone 2 and the upcoming probably-excellent Assassin's Creed II. I've been playing the Tekken series since I could express my age on my fingers and I'm eagerly anticipating this installment. It's likely to be the best Tekken game since Tekken 5. If only because you can play as a fat guy and a cyborg teenage girl with chainsaws for hands

The moral of the story is that, um, love... conquers... all... ?

So I was at work right? And I have a cold, so my head's all stuffed up and that makes me interact with customers weird (like referring to a lady and her young daughter as "dudes", or being kind of an asshole* to that customer in the Children's section)? And I had to rearrange graphic novels again because corporate keeps changing their minds?

And then I saw these things.

Oh yes. Those are taglines alright. "Edward and Bella's favorite book!" "The original forbidden love!"

As much as I love the Bard, I'm almost certain the concept of forbidden love had been around for quite a while before, gosh, 1590-ish. And if there's one thing the kids are really into, it's Bronte. And that's just the beginning of my problems with this entire... thing.

brb, mourning the next generation's appreciation of literature





*Not entirely reliant on me having a cold, admittedly.

That's okay because that's all right.

(This evening at work.)

Borders Second-in-Command: Hey Alex, are you able to work at all tomorrow? We'd need someone 2-7 or 2-8.

Alex's Id: Nah, I'd rather sit around the house.

Alex's Ego: The responsible thing to do would be to come into work, you know.

Id: What? You have Friday off. Greater men than you have tried and failed to get Fridays off!

Ego: That's well and good, but I do have plenty of work to do here.

Id: You were going to have a lazy day! The Internet's not going to surf itself, after all!

Ego: And how do you propose we pay for that Internet, and indeed, that house we use it in?

Id: Fine, there's errands and schoolwork you could do...

Ego: Now that's pathetic. You and I both know we're not going to be doing any of that. We're going into work tomorrow.

Id: Well fine. She said you could work the 2-7 shift, that's five hours! You'd be back home before you know it!

Ego: I'll take 2-8. That way I get a break and I get a little more pay. End of discussion.

Id: *pouts*

Alex: Yeah, I can do 2-8 tomorrow.

Borders Second-in-Command: Oooooookay. Thanks a lot.

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I'm so glad that Hulu puts up The Daily Show and The Colbert Report immediately the next day. This way, I can sit at home and watch them at 10 and 10:30 in the evening, just like at my parents' house! Except on a laptop! And in a less-than-comfy chair!

And they say Jon Stewart has a democratic bias. He just spent half the show cracking jokes about how the Democrats haven't gotten shit accomplished this year.

In other news, my life has recently become clear again. Existence has meaning once more. They are opening a Five Guys burger restaurant within WALKING DISTANCE from my house. I now consider my choice to move out fully and completely justified.

When I was like, 14, someone told me I was good at writing and I believed them, so here we are.

I've kinda been wanting to get back into the blogging thing for awhile, and now that a fair amount has changed since where I last left off (for instance, my taste in design), it seemed appropriate timing. We'll see if I get bored of it or not.

Hypnotiq is the least offensive of the alcohol I've sampled since gaining my powers. That is to say, it tastes merely like cough syrup as opposed to poison. But I imagine poison is an acquired taste. I was hardly inebriated by it, but that's because Roommate the First and The Grecian were hoarding it. And I guess someone had to keep the two of them out of trouble as we wandered the streets of East Side Milwaukee at midnight.

This of course, led to Hot Dogs. Perfectly natural. I had this chili cheese hot dog, because I make poor decisions about my health, and DAMNIT I'm enjoying this fast metabolism thing while it lasts. The Grecian ordered something called the "Dogfather" which really tickled me at the time. Again, drinking.

Worked in music again. Pretty dull stuff. Person over the phone wanted to know if we had a CD. The only details he could provide was that it was a collection of German dancing music circa 1600. Dude, the sets of People Who Are German, Dances, and Things That Happened in the Seventeenth Century are all pretty effing huge, and I assure you, the intersection of these sets is no less vast. So maybe google it and get back to me.

But you really came here for my thoughts on television.

OMG House came back! With probably the best remake of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest I've seen! House was being House and I didn't have to deal with Thirteen! Bring on next week! Also, I guess Cameron is leaving. I'm not exactly grieving this loss here, since she was way more hot as a brunette hasn't done anything of import for a while.

Castle was fun, and more people should probably be watching it. Heroes was Heroes as has been established.

I just realized that this blogger template kinda looks like the current FOX packaging.

I caught the premiere for Flashforward, which turned out to be fun, but I'm still worried that it'll turn into a Lost clone. And I'm not all that big a fan of Lost. I'm picturing the screening of the first episode to the ABC execs and they're all, "Damnit Goyer, Lost had a polar bear, and Desperate Housewives had the thing with the ostrich, find yourself a kangaroo or something or else its your ass!"

Roommate the First has a strange girl in his room and I'm resisting all urges to pry. And oh my god, he just closed the door to his room literally as I AM TYPING THIS.