Flippy - I Rant, You Read

Thursday, May 17, 2007

early evening

R.I.P. Veronica Mars

To everyone saying, “Who?”, I blame you for this great show’s demise.  Because I’m sick, I’m also cranky, so I’m not holding back that I’m mad at you….and you…and you over there, and you who just said, “Me?”, yes, you!...you’re all responsible for the end of a great show.  I’m not sure that I can ever forgive you.  Hey, HBO or Showtime, would you please buy the show from the crappy CW?

terribly early in the morning

Strep, Strep, Strep To My Lou

What do you get when you combine stress, lots of work, lack of sleep and mingling with teenagers?  Yes, Strep Throat.  Or, at the very least, a very sore throat & pus-y tonsils.  Oh, and all those hours of sitting at your desk get you back pain and Fred Flintstone feet.  Okay, maybe not you, but me.  They get me Fred Flintstone feet.  And you know, I didn’t start out with dainty feet in the first place, so this is not an attractive look for me.

Unfortunately, my finely-tuned athletes on my fantasy baseball team are faring no better than I am.  One comes off the DL, two go on.  Am I jinxing the players?  Are the players jinxing me?  Something’s afoot.  Chubby afoot.

Maybe if I go to bed, it’ll all be better when awaken.  At the very least, I’ll shower, so it’ll be cleaner when I awaken.

Melinda should’ve won American Idol, so now I don’t care what happens.  All I care about is that my beloved Cat Deeley will be back May 24th, for the first episode of So You Think You Can Dance? - my favorite reality show, since The Amazing Race started to go downhill.  Although, with Survivor: China looming on the horizon, I can hear the siren calls luring me back.  But, I will always be loyal to Cat.  I’m a tad bit cheered by being able to shove my Melinda Doolittle disappointment under the rug, and to forget about AI, so I can concentragt on my dahncers.

update: - haha, I can tell how sick I was when I wrote this by rereading it and seeing all the missing words and typos.  It’s a little funny.  It’s also a little funny how optimistic I was in thinking that I’d shower when I got up.  I slept until like 4p.