Mah brain's gone

Shamefully, I'm watching clips of the Tyra show right now, and it's one where she's talking to burn victims and they're all like "I won't even wear shorts," and I realize that no matter how much I've heard that, I think being a San Franciscan has made me really not feel like this is a big deal. Is this seriously a big deal to some people? (Wearing shorts, not body burns, duh.)

that's fun

z: bum bum bum SAN FRAAAAAAAAAANCISCO
z: OPEN YOUR GOLDEN GATE
me: :D
z: YOU LET NO STRAAAAAAAAANGER WAIT
z: OUTSIDE YOUR DOOM
z: oops.

Smiling Faces

Did we notice that LOST's season premiere got pushed back to February 2nd?

Whenever I think about it, my face kind of goes /:

Actually, maybe it would be helpful to everyone here to show you the progression of my face when I am thinking about LOST, just so you can tell when I'm thinking about LOST and when I'm legitimately spacing out:

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Now you know.

Hey look, I'm not doing my homework

FlashForward is making me a little nuts.

Doesn't it kind of seem like:

1. Them knowing about the future is exactly what's causing it to go the way it is, and so we already know how this is going to end and it doesn't matter what caused it?

2. Mark Benford is a pain in the behind to Olivia, especially re: Lloyd? Honestly, isn't that going to just drive her away? (At this point, I'd pick Lloyd so hard over Mark "Trust Issues" Benford.)

3. There aren't enough falafels in front of my face right now?

I guess the whole show just seems a little pointless, and it's all coming true because they're MAKING it come true. Honestly. I'm pretty sure the whole thing is Mark Benford's fault, running around and shooting up people that he knows are going to become his enemies, freaking out at the wife he knows might leave him, doing a horrible job of acting out crying.

And I feel like this show is just half a step away from saying "The universe has a way of... course-correcting," as our dear Eloise Hawking from LOST would say.

Also, falafels. Come on!

Okay, I should wait to write these things until the end of the episode. I still want falafels, though. And I wish they wouldn't wait to have exciting moments until the last seconds of the show.

you don't really need to know

hey, do any of you have a copy of The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists or Rules of The Game by Neil Strauss? thanks.

me: nah i'm just gonna skip this season [of LOST] i think
zaz: LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.
zaz: I just threw my head back and laughed till I coughed

P.S. hey guys, I realize I may not have been completely honest with you guys up to this point, but I should probably let you all know that I'm a Yankees fan. so... yeah, bite me, I guess.

berkeley ward is different

the median age has gone down by like 20 years. Not really, I guess, but quite a bit.

Carter: (looking at his socks) I don't know whose socks these are.
Carter: I found them in my suitcase after a trip.
Carter: I hope there aren't any hypodermic needles in them.

I can be creepier on my blog because no one reads it

Last night I dreamed that I was playing with Jack McBrayer's hair.

Until he got sick of it and asked me nicely to stop.

It was very soft.

30 Rock comes back in two days and hearts and hearts

P.S. for those of you keeping track, this is my second 30 Rock cast member dream, after this past summer's Dancing With The Alec Baldwin dream. Sometimes, my subconscious loves me.

Wilt thou me, Freyja, thy feather-garment lend, that perchance my hammer I may find?

So I've decided that, as a Scandinavian major, I should be learning about Ikea furniture and how to put it together.

Guys. There are no words in Ikea instructions. THEY ARE PICTOGRAPHS.

I know that I'm the last person who got to learn that, but I finally did, because I'm in the middle of moving to a place closer to campus and that is the kind of thing my mom and I did last Saturday.

I also learned that my mother is way better at working with both tools and her hands than I will ever be. Fact.

On a less frustrating note, here are some things that I love right now:

1. Doc Martin. It's like the rural English village version of House, only much more lovely. The first six episodes are on Hulu, and others are elsewhere. They broadcast it in Finland, apparently!

2. Community. This is my favorite new show right now. I don't even know. It's kind of beautiful and endearing, and it's... it's a little heart-warming, isn't it? As much as I'm reluctant to admit it, I kind of love that about it. But I still think it's hilarious. Also, Joel McHale? Freaking gorgeous. And hilarious and amazing. (I don't like Britta very much, though.)

3. Norse mythology. I'm taking a class on this right now. Crimony, those Norse gods really love their beating up people, don't they? Beautiful. I'm kind of a huge fan of Loki; it's kind of awesome when he just keeps TALKING in Lokasenna, even though it's also a little painful. Also, I like Freyja a lot more than I should, but she's kind of awesome. And I love her + Loki + Thor in Þrymskviða.

4. Ankle bandage. I love it.

5. Cheez-Its. Good gravy.

me: i'm going to marry a box of cheez-its
me: and then i will eat it
me: and then i will be arrested
me: or locked up somewhere
me: because that's all kinda weird
me: but you know what?
z: LOL
me: i will be happy.

6. Notre-Dame de Paris. The musical. I found it all on youtube and basically was watching it all day off and on. It's based on The Hunchback of Notre Dame, and it's maybe kind of mediocre compared to, say, Les Misérables, which is the love of my life, because apparently I'm a closet theatre dork, but I liked it a lot. I was, I believe, watching the Paris class, and the Gringoire and Frollo were pretty much amazing. I adore the book, also, but I don't see how that's relevant.