Well, gosh, it looks like I forgot you again.

That could be because I was once again enmeshed in the toils of Real Work, or it could be just that I'm not back in the habit of blogging yet. After all, Alvin's out of town today and he was out yesterday, as well. What's up with me that I didn't take the opportunity to goof off for hours on end?

Or, maybe it's just that nothing that interesting has happened to me since last Wednesday.

I have lost no more weight and was about to quit the diet in fury (after eating massive quantities of "forbidden" foods on Sunday) when the PMS Monster subsided and I realized that it was Just One Of Those Things.

Today I've talked myself into sticking with it for another four weeks. Until my birthday, in fact.

Regardless of what weight I have or have not lost, or the state of the world in general, I'm eating barbecue for my birthday. And I'm eating a ton of it, okay? I'm not counting the slices of bread, weighing the chunks of sausage, or scraping the sauce off of the beans. I'm eatin' every bite I get within forking distance of.

And then I'm taking the leftovers home and eating them for dinner later that same night.

Hmph.

Anyhow.

We did turn Lyon's Den back on again on Sunday and were even less impressed with it than last week. I doubt we'll be trying it again.

Also, in Mitch Pileggi's honor, we tried Tarzan on Sunday and pretty much found it as unwatchable as we'd expected. (No, it wasn't a case of pre-sabotaging ourselves. It's just that you have to figure when the promos for the premiere don't interest you, it's unlikely that the show itself is going to turn out to be a favorite.)

The Tarzan character was cute enough, from the neck down, and I give him full marks for the unselfconscious way he knuckled around the screen imitating a giant ape, but he really wasn't that interesting. I saw no chemistry between him and his "Jane" and am not that interested in seeing Pileggi play a bad guy, even though it appears it will be less of an all-or-nothing evil role than I'd expected. Plus which, the plot was stupid, as well as being mind-numbingly predictable.

We do plan to try Mark Harmon's new show again tonight. I sort of enjoyed it last week, although not as much as during the premiere episode, but then I really like CSI so I expected to. It's not as intelligent as CSI, though, and my roommate doesn't care for the genre, so I don't know how long we'll keep watching it.

It's very sad when a new television season starts and you don't pick up a single new show. I dunno. Maybe we didn't try enough of them.

West Wing was...less wonderful last week. I'm hoping against hope that this isn't the beginning of the end for the show. I disliked the way the characters were twisted out of character in order to provide an unrealistic, and too-quickly resolved "crisis." John Goodman continued to be impressive, though.

That show had better not tank, okay? I'm giving up the opportunity to see Spike on Angel to keep watching West Wing. If West Wing goes down the tubes, someone's gonna get hurt.

I'm being hurt, okay? Just knowing Spike's probably up to something and I'm not getting to see it is...painful.

I gave up CSI, by the way. My summer infatuation with Will and Grace was just too strong and I wanted to know what was going to happen. CSI wasn't as good last season as it has been and I decided to make the switch.

In other news...well...what?

So, how about that California recall election? No...sorry...wrong place for that kind of talk.

I'm re-reading Edding's Belgariad series at the moment. I have a huge stack of non-fiction, but I've been in the mood for escapist lit the past few weeks. (Let's take a moment to offer fresh kudos to Piglet, who encouraged me to read it in the first place.)

I also have about two more books in Pratchett's Discworld series to read. Those should keep me busy until this mood wears off.

I'm just not a very exciting person, okay? I'm just not.