Yeah, yeah, I know it’s been quiet around here, and I’m sorry about that. I’ve actually been writing this week and, well, as long as that’s working I’m inclined to pop in and out of ye olde blogging when there is time. Rest assured, though, that this has not interfered with my experience of the true debut week of the new TeeVee season. Never that.
So far, new shows I’m liking are Gossip Girl (the frothy pleasure of guilt), Reaper (except for the Jack Black impersonator and the fact the only defined female character is the love interest), and Chuck (less focused than Reaper, but charming). We haven’t made it through Journeyman yet, and the Bionic Woman is on the DVR. I have to say that none of the premieres of anything–tried and true or new–have caused an utter wow response yet, but none of them have sucked. (I kind of wish they weren’t selling the "House must have a teammmmm" thing as hard as they are; Heroes seems to do interstitial episodes better than first and last ones; and I love the girl with Asperger’s on ANTM, which ensures she won’t win.) But I fully expect The Office to bring the wow tonight. Jim & Pam. Pam & Jim. Wii Tennis beforehand. You can’t beat it.
And next weekend we hit Chicago running for the first ever Kidlitosphere Conference; if you’re there and won’t be at that thing, drop me an e-mail so we can go to the Lush store or something. There will be a visit to the Lush store. Oh yes.
This weekend? Painting and flooring in the kitchen. Probably also the requisite screaming and crying that goes along with that. And Veuve for when it’s finished.