Wednesday, February 15, 2006

stuff

So, today is my birthday. I am now 24. AND, there are exactly 24 days until the wedding. How uncanny is that? Go me for being born on this day and for proposing on that other day!

I've been watching Mad About You with Jesse lately. It's kind of like Seinfeld with more estrogen. A lot more. And more early-90s ish. But, hey, it's classic Paul Reiser.

The Office continues to roll. Dwight Schroot bobbleheads are no doubt selling like hot cakes after last week. Similarly, Grey's Anatomy literally exploded in the last two weeks. Amazing. I recommend this show to anyone who has a face.

Oh, and the Olympics are going on right now, except on a 10 hour delay. I used to LOVE watching the Olympics as a kid. Technically, "used" should be in all caps in that last sentence. What happened to the greatness of the Olympics? Is it me, or is no one interested anymore? On SportsCenter this morning, there was a five minute segment with no clips except of Picabo Street bashing the brash Bode Miller. Totally mised in this was the fact that some guy named Ligaty won a gold medal for skiing down a mountain. NO "Ligaty-split" jokes were made. Not one. Nor did anyone comment that Ms. Street should be hooking up with that guy because who doesn't want to say "Picabo Ligaty" at least once in their lifetime?

Bob Costas is the Dick Clark of the Olympics. He doesn't age, and he'll be doing it for another 100 years. Watch, cause I won't be...

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Its like when people stop dreaming, what is the point, no matter how much sleep you get, you are still extremely tired the next day and full of beets.