like I needed another reason to love Gomez

They linked to this on their blog.

no really, what are the odds?

So I finally sold my old 1994 Ford Escort that I have driven exactly 6 times in the last 12 months. I sold it Friday. That would be three days before the super surprising Toronto Transit Commission wildcat rrowr strike gave the city a shot to the kidneys yesterday. I took it as a sign to work from home. The universe is not always subtle.

oh my gods

I have a picture of him.. Still trying to decide if I should put it up in my makeshift podstation at the new office. Perhaps not, as all that drooling and staring at the wall might be off-putting.

so sometimes I cry like a little girl

I downloaded the Grey's Anatomy two part finale so I could watch it again. There are two reasons for this.

During the crazy crazy scene where they are cutting into the totally hotandawesome dad from Supernatural at the same time they are cutting into Isaiah Washington they are playing the title track from the new Gomez album How we Operate. The song is fantastic as most Gomez songs are and even though I actually bought the CD (yes from a store, I know it would be cheaper from iTunes, and even cheaper if I were to steal it, but when I really like music I like to actually go to a store and buy the CD because sadly that is the only language the fools at the record labels understand. That explains why in the past two years I still buy CDs, although all those CDs are by acts that appeared in Dave Chappelle's Block Party and Gomez - btw Gomez is coming to T-dot this summer - get your tix early! And the Roots are coming too. My cup, she runneth over - speaking of I need a couple new bras) and I downloaded the song and put it on repeat on my mini and I have listened to it a million times this week (or 27, but whatever) at some point my mind decided that the song actually was magic, and if I were to just watch the show again they wouldn't kill Denny Duquette.

I can't remember the other reason I watched it again because I am too busy crying because they did kill Denny Duquette - and then to kick me while I was curled in a ball rocking back and forth spinning plates they fraked up Isaiah's hand. People do you NOT understand how the medical drama is supposed to work? You take with one hand and give with the other. You do not kill with one hand and then frak the other hand up for kicks. Seriously. Seriously.

Go buy Gomez. Any album will do. I'm busy weeping. Leave me.

Weevil - don't drop the soap

This was a big Tuesday for me. I haven't been this excited since Buffy and Angel were in first run. Today I wore pink and went to my ladies only gym after work then came home and drank a long island whilst watching the girliest night of television I have had the pleasure of enjoying in a long while. I feel adrift. Both of my Tuesday shows focus on girls - be they Gilmore or Mars, and they were fabulous. I have so many questions about what could happen next year, but both shows are not really on any network for another week. Sometime after the 18th I will find out the fate of my 2006 2007 television watching season. Will I get to hear Lorelai Gilmore say 'frakking Celine Dion' again? Will Veronica track down her fugitive ex-boyfriend and so he can get some azithromycin for the chlymidia she may have inadvertently transmitted to him? I have no assurance that these questions will ever be answered because I keep falling in love with shows on fringe networks like WB or UPN or Fox.

Maybe I should start reading again.