Is life without regular wandings and injections worth blogging? The lack of regular WHYBAMLing makes BarrenAlbion bloody hard work to maintain. There isn't much to say about pregnancy, and lord knows I won't talk about sex again. That didn't work as well as I thought it would last time. Prudes.
Try not to fall asleep on me here. I want to know what you crazy kids are up to these days - what are you reading? What are you watching? What are you listening to? No seriously. This isn't small talk, I really do want to know. I find some of the most interesting posts and comments to be from bloggers talking about media-related things. Hell, I get downright giddy when Pamplemousse talks about her programming backlog. You know me, finger on the pulse and all that.
What I'm reading: I've been working on Ian McEwan's Atonement for months now it seems. When I was in the hospital last month having a back pit created for aesthetic purposes I read a whole 50 pages without stopping, but then I put the book down and...it has yet to be picked up again. I can't help it. Someone let me borrow The Time Traveler's Wife and that took over my reading schedule for awhile. I can't very well hate a book in which the main characters go to a Violent Femmes concert, can I? C'mon people, this is a band with immortal lyrics like, "Why can't I get just one fuck? I guess it's got something to do with luck" and "Nothing I can say when I'm in your thighs", phrases that made my 14 year old self blush and giggle with glee at the notion of listening to such vulgarity without my parents' knowledge.
What I'm watching: Everything. I'm an educated woman who loves to watch TV. I just can't help myself. Ok, I don't really watch everything that's on, but I do have a fondness for tripe such as American Idol and America's Next Top Model. The Dude and I are so addicted to AI that we have ::ahem:: AI "parties" on Friday nights (when it's aired here in the UK). These parties involve much debauchery and bacchanalian pursuits such as the drinking of soda and the consumption of large quantities of Ben and Jerry's. Yeah, we like to live on the edge. I tell you, it's good living.
On the topic of AI (abbreviated as such to display my hipness), I've developed an unhealthy fixation with Chris. I could do without the alt rock lite songs, but when he did Johnny Cash last week I found myself rubbing my boobs against the television screen and writhing. Hot. I like an intense man that looks as if he would throw me against a wall and have his wicked way, and he was staring into at the cameras like he was already picturing me naked. But way hotter. Yeah, he wants me.
Other than that, my main television staples are Prison Break, 24, and Rescue Me. The Dude and I have a fondness for DVD box sets, so at any given time we are trying to work ourselves through Oz, 21 Jump Street, Teachers, Arrested Development, and Freaks and Geeks episodes. We have seen every episode of Arrested Development (not including season 3) and Freaks & Geeks numerous times, but TV just doesn't get any better than that so we must watch them repeatedly. If you've never watched either of those shows, get thee to Netflix sharpish.
What I'm listening to: Cash, of course. My days are incomplete if no Cash comes up at all on my MP3 player. The Dude has a student that listens to Johnny and if it wasn't indecent I'd find out where he lives so I could smother him in my ample bosom and pat his head for being so clever at such a young age. For the record, he's like 17, not 10. Also, the smothering and patting is completely maternal. Completely opposite to Johnny is my infatuation with NERD, a group who makes me forget that I'm the whitest, nerdiest little suburbanite to dance like a rhythmless idiot to their music. Seriously, Rock Star makes me want to headbang and breakdance simultaneously and I cannot see how anyone can go through life without listening to this song at least once.
So there you go. More shit about me that you never asked to know. Now it's your turn. Talk to me people!