Again with a comic?

Almost caught up.

Waitin' to Watch

Is it wrong of me to miss watching TV this much?

There are five shows on TV that I really liked watching and have missed watching since I've moved back to cowtown.

My parents re-did their roof last summer. One of the things that happened because of this was the removal of the television antenna. While down, it was decided to get rid of the old one and get a new one. The new one is supposed to get better reception on the channels that were already picked up and, possibly, pick up other stations. Will it? I don't know. I just want to watch the shows that I like watching.

So, what are the shows that I'm missing? Well, I've written about a few of them before.

The one that spurred me to write this is Everwood. It's been off the air for a couple of months for some bullshit blonde haired popular kid/family show; crap, basically. This Monday, it started and Ephram probably found out that he got his old girlfriend pregnant and then went on to fail his audition. I would have liked to see that.

Veronica Mars is my favorite show of the season. I can't help it. I'm a sucker for girl detectives loaded with personality. The cast is spectacular and the seasons main mystery is coming to a close. I want to be there to see it. I probably won't though.

Several times I've written about my obsession with Gilmore Girls. I don't know what's happened with the girls for a long, long time. I know about the rich boyfriend, but I don't know what's happened there. I know that Jess is supposed to come back and, although it's not going to happen, I'd like to see him get kicked in the balls. And then there's the whole Luke and Lorelai thing. Damn.

I've missed most of the season of Scrubs because of Veronica Mars. On all the nights that I had class, I had to choose what to record, and Ms. Mars won out. I liked these characters and would like to know how the marriage thing has affected the friendship of JD and Turk.

The last show that I'm really missing is Star Trek: Enterprise. This show has never been better than it has been this season. Finally, the show has started to explore how the Federation came to be. The Vulcan's have been turned into a race that humans really should work with, rather than the jackasses they've been for the last three years. The Romulans have been made bad-ass villains. It's been explained why Klingon heads went flat. And the Andorans have been fleshed out and made wonderful. Of course, since it's been a great season, the show's being canceled and I'll miss the last ten or so episodes.

Yes. I may be obsessed with a few TV shows, but I'm just the way I am.

I hope you're all enjoying the TV that you like. Until I can again, I'll be exploring the movies here at this house.

Again with the comics!

Still catchin' up.





If you can't put yourself down, who can you put down?

New Comics!

I know. It's been a long time. Here are the three I was going to post way back when:







More to come. I have to catch up. Especially for those few people who bought a book at APE!

Dreams

I keep having horrible dreams lately.

I've dreamed that I was running and fell over a cliff, saw the ground coming at me quickly, and wake just before I hit.

I've dreamed of being in my car, stopped at a stop light with a car stopped in the lane to my left. The passenger pulls out a pistol and fires at me. I wake up.

I've dreamed of crossing a street, getting hit by a car, flipping over its entire body, and landing hard on the road. Then the car came back at me in reverse. My leg gets crushed and as the other tire nears my head. I wake up.

I've dreamed of walking down the sidewalk and feeling a knife slide into my lower back, then one in my stomach, then one in the upper part of my back, then one through my neck, then one starts to crush through my chest, and I wake up.

I've dreamed of being tossed into a lake tied to large rocks and as the first breath of water burns my lungs, I wake up.

I've dreamed of a spark popping out of the wood stove door, setting the floor on fire. I grab the nearest fire extinguisher, spray it on the floor, and the whole place explodes. Some of my skin starts to burn and some of it starts to melt. As I'm screaming in agony, I wake up.

And I've dreamed that I'm in 'Bucks, serving coffee, smiling at customers, enjoying myself. A customer asks me how I'm doing, I say, "I'm great. I have the best job in the world. I couldn't imagine being anywhere else. The world should envy me." And I wake up.

So, if Cinderella is right and "dreams are a wish your heart makes," should I be concerned?

Today

Yesterday, I was asked, "Do you know what day tomorrow is?"

"Tuesday," I said.

I knew what was meant, but didn't want to give a direct answer. Nothing more came of the conversation.

So, yesterday's tomorrow is now today and here we are again. If you want to know what today is, look back a year and find out.

I'm really getting sick of working where I'm working. Maybe it's the hours. I've been working more late shifts. Shifts that start after noon. The people who work those shifts, mostly, are girls who graduated from high school one or two years ago. They know everything. They stand and talk. They don't like being told what to do by someone who is at the same level as them. They drive me crazy.

I could look for another job and quit the one I'm at, but the most likely jobs I'll find are customer service related and, I think, that's what I'm most sick of. I'm tired of serving people. I'm tired of lying. ("Yes, that's my favorite drink." "You'll never find a better coffee grinder." "That's the best coffee we serve." "I'd love to help you out." "You're my favorite customer." "Have a great day.") I'm pretty sure that any job I get that requires customer service will suck just as much as this one. I suppose I'll suffer through.

Last night I had so many things that I wanted to write here, but I can't remember them today. Oh, well.