My Back Hurts

That's what happens when you have to pack up a house and unpack a house. Lots of lifting heavy boxes over and over and over again. The hiatus wasn't the most restful, with the chaos of moving and all, but it wasn't work, which is always saying something. Can't find a good meme to kick things off post-hiatus, as is my tradition, so you'll have to settle for this hodgepodge of pop-culturey reflections from the last two weeks-plus:

Losing the Ti-Faux, even the crappy, prone to crashing, temperamental one I have, for a week is stressful. I missed two new Studio 60s, How I Met Your Mothers, Gilmore Girlses, Veronica Marses- and in this day and age of instant gratification, I can't even just go and buy any of them (save the Studio 60s). Now I have to try and avoid finding out who the Veronica Mars rapist was until (if) they repeat the episodes. Stupid moving.

Managed to not miss any Offices somehow, and am very much liking the integrated Scranton office. (I also love that they are trimming what at first looked like a just goofily huge cast by having Michael drive off the newcomers one by one).

Finally finished watching the second season of Veronica Mars and have to admit to not fully understanding the resolution. Even more embarrassingly, I knew who did it going in (it was spoiled for me somewhere) and it still didn't make sense. I love the show, but it really makes me feel, well, stupid.

Almost through the sixth season of The West Wing. I'll tell you, I dimly remember hearing much mockery of the "Toby and Josh fight" episode, but Schiff was just stunning in it, especially in his breakdown scene near the end with Alison Janney. All in all, I like this season a lot, and have to admit to respecting John Wells much for keeping the style, tone, and spirit of Sorkin's show alive so well.

The Nets lost six in a row. Why do thy have so much trouble starting a season strongly??

The twin rugrats have fallen deeply in love with a horrid budget kids DVD entitled The Wheels on the Bus. The acting, production values, camerawork, and writing are so bad that the whole enterprise reminds me of nothing so much as porn. Which is strange.

Am reading and very much enjoying the mammoth new Walt Disney biography. The dilemma is that I don't really want to take it on the train, given its heft. Luckily, I just got back a lost (paperback) copy of The Handmaid's Tale, which I was about a third of the way through before losing. I was absolutely loving it and am very eager to dive back in.

Also finally was able to get my self to a comic book store, and will on the PATH train later be reading the new Civil War, Amazing Spider-Man, Captain America, New Avengers, Astonishing X-Men, and Ultimate Power issues. Wee!!

Got my traditional Christmas CD - this year it was Aimee Mann's new One More Drifter in the Snow a somewhat subdued and yet lovely collection of mostly classics with a few new tunes. Not sure how or when it happened, but I think I am in love with Aimee Mann.

That's all I got for now. Good to be back amongst the blog-o-world.

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