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Boogie Chillen October 30, 2000 (Monday)
TAN: Did you ever have one of those days? Among other things, I managed
to miss recording AMC not once, not twice, but THREE times! I normally
record it from the NY station at 10am pacific time to the hard disk on my
satellite receiver. As a backup, I record it at noon from the L.A.
station to tape since you never know what kind of catastrophe or parade
or weather is going to pre-empt the show. Since I recently acquired the
same type of satellite receiver for my bedroom, I decided what the hell,
and also record it at noon from the San Francisco station onto the hard
disk. I KNEW the NY station would be showing it at 3pm today. I left it
to record the 10am one, not wanting to screw up the daily programming, but
I also set it to record at 3pm -- unfortunately, it was 3pm PACIFIC, not
NY time. Scratch that one. But wait, the VCR version at noon NEVER
RECORDED. Good thing I have that one in the bedroom, huh? It didn't
record it either, and I discovered it had only recorded 1 minute each for
the last 3 times. Great, Bianca is found in a gay bar on Friday and I
couldn't get Monday's show! THAT'S IT! I called Dish up and ordered
their Top 150 so I could get the damn Soap Channel and am now successfully
watching today's show at 9pm Pacific. And yes, I DO realize I have no
life. I DO, however, have the "I'm Gay" episode :-)
The water in the boathouse sure is slapping around -- is there a couple
(or more) going at it under a tarp in a nearby canoe?
Did you notice that when Bianca was talking in the boathouse it was
DAYLIGHT outside? (That was seconds before she said out loud that she was
gay)
After everything she's done with Ryan, NOW Gillian blushes?
Minor correction to the Friday Update previews for Monday: David is NOT
drunk (yet).
It's really unfair for Jake to ask Gillian to come home and live with him
again -- after all, she IS currently suffering from PSS (post-sex stupid).
Of course, with Gillian it's hard to tell. PSS is what I call that rosy,
lovey-dovey, snuggly afterglow feeling that lasts at least a 1/2 hour or
more after making love. I discovered this when my former sweetie and I
suddenly realized that a) we were REALLY hungry, b) he had no food in the
house, and c) KFC would be closing in 20 minutes. We threw our clothes on
and rushed over, still sex-silly, and we found it difficult to concentrate
on giving a coherent answer to the query as to what we wanted to order,
still making goo-goo eyes at each other. Hence the term "Post-Sex
Stupid". :-)
Robin "way too smart" Coutellier
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