Well, it�s starting again. If you don�t know exactly what I mean when I say that, then you seriously need to get clued in to what�s going on around you. Despite the fact that everything outside is dying, school is starting again, the days are getting shorter, and numerous fiscal years are coming to a close, thusly causing Account Representatives in various arts-friendly non-profit organizations to do a lot of pointless busywork for The Man, this really is the best time of year. Of course I am talking about Premiere Time.
Oh yes! Outside, the air may be turning crisp and cool, but inside you may cozy up to the nice, warm television -- with your whole family, if you like (unless you�re watching one of those premium cable channels with all the nudie shows) -- and warm yourself by the inviting glow of the widescreen, hi-def, plasma TV set. Or, you know, whatever you have.
I always look forward to this time of year, and not just because of all the hot, new shows (since most of them are ass, anyway), but because I�ve always just spent a really long, difficult summer of biting my nails over various cliffhanging season finales. I�ll never forget the months I spent between Buffy�s second and third seasons, nor will I forget the past few months I�ve spent conjecturing about just what in the hell happened to Sydney at this last season�s ender of Alias. So I�m really quite antsy now that the new TV season has officially begun!
Tonight, for example, is the premiere of NYPD Blue; I don�t usually watch it, but New Girl promised me there was a chance I might see Marc-Paul Gosselaar�s bare hindquarters if I tuned in, and she was hoping we could chat about it tomorrow. So I may take a quick peek during commercials for Queer Eye.
Of course, I don�t have Buffy to look forward to this year (excuse me, I need a moment�okay), but I�ve got Angel and Alias and 24�um, some other shows that I can�t remember off the top of my head, but which I�m sure I can�t live without. Plus, my girlfriend has a new show coming out this Fall, so I�ll pretty much have to tune in for that!
Ooh! And speaking of the extremely serious ongoing relationships I currently have with the various stars of screen and�bigger screen, I have to share with you an exchange that happened last night:
Girl: Who is it that you remind me of? It�s driving me crazy! Oh, wait, I know�you look like Reese Witherspoon�s husband!Me: �what?
Girl: Yeah, Ryan Phillippe! You totally look like him!
Me: Okay, first of all? He�s MY husband, and second of all�what?
Girl: You probably get that all the time, though, huh?
Me: Only from my new best friend EVER!
I mean, seriously? I really don�t see it, but I�m totally not going to stop her from thinking it if she wants to.Oh, and also? What the fuck is up with guys today? I mean, seriously.
Someone Got Here By Searching For: why guys hate watching ballet And: �licking cow� I�m Talking With: May Day, because�dude. I�m Watching: Well, I was going to watch NYPD Blue, but there wasn�t time for that, because�dude.
