victor! victor!! who's on the inside?!

the past couple days i have been wearing the leggings i bought as running tights for regular clothing. you know, regular. like, worn while not running. i realize this puts me in the driver's seat of the delorean headed back in time to 1987, but hell, they are comfy!

i've managed to get about halfway thru the last song by nicholas sparks, and it's pretty good. i mean, durr, mr sparks is a bestselling author so how bad could it be, right? you'd be surprised. i've read plenty of shizzle by bestselling authors. and this one's no pillars of the earth but it's okay. the pacing is a little boggy and the sentiment is poured on with a hammer, but it's got just enough of a touch of the unexpected to keep me hooked in. plus, it was a gift, so i'd like to finish it.

so 24's back on and so woowoo for that. i don't watch lost or simpsons or survivor or idol or dexter or weeds or lots of other shows that are cultural icons. i merrily row my boat down the stream of life missing probably a good 2/3 of the references and innuendo. oh, yeah - i've never read half of shakespeare, nor war & peace, nor pride & prejudice, nor the prime of miss jane brodie, so there goes like another .358827645%. plus, i don't even like bloom county - it's just a stupid confused penguin. give me some get fuzzy any day of the week. and, this concludes "from 24 to the comix page in 100 words or less". thank you for tuning in.