I love Mythbusters. Love, love, love. Adam and Jamie are eighteen kinds of awesome, and Tori, Grant and Kari are at least sixteen different kinds, each one of 'em. And Kari's a babe. A fantastic, scientific babe. (But I'm actually in love with Adam.)
I officially have Too Much To Do at work. There was a time I'd have been ecstatic. But now? Not so much.
Bye Bye Birdie sucks as a movie, as a musical, and as a representation of how women were supposed to act and think. Oh, and a more than usually horrible effort by Broadway and Hollywood to co-opt rock and roll. Christ, it's bad.
Our house has three cats. Three. Wow, that's a lotta cat.