I won't... no.... can't.... gaaah....

But, all i've really done tonight is binge on the few television shows that we watch, so, i'm halfway tempted to make mention in electronic print of the crazy adventures that we just watched this evening. (which is to acknowledge that i have just as many impulses to write about the shows that drive me literally insane. American Idol? Really? That's this country's favorite show? I'd rather be beaten to within an inch of my life by a stocking full of oranges - and then the oranges would be crushed and the juice would taste of sweet misery.)

BUT, i won't talk about American Idol, Deal or no Deal, or even Are you Smarter than a Fifth Grader, because it depresses me so. I want to discuss Jim Halpert. Perenial nice guy, even when he doesn't have to be. A silent sufferer for 2 entire seasons watching Pam waste her time on the knuckle-dragging Roy. Coworker to possibly the most amazing personality ever conceived, Dwight Schrute. And, of course, the inventor of the Jello Stapler. (Everyone should be watching the office. It's wonderful.)

And i'd also like to discuss my other favorite character on television - Sayid. He lives on a island somewhere in between LA and Australia, but, no one apparently knows for sure. While he's only been on said island for 90 days, it's been nearly 3 seasons for us, and he remains standing as the single person left on the island that i know who's presence won't cause me an epileptic fit. (Close second places are for John Locke and Sawyer, but, seeing as how Locke's 'faith' plot line has gone slightly overboard, and also now that they're turning Sawyer into a nice guy and even a *gasp* victim to little miss Kate, both of their judgement as characters have become completely suspect.)


The reason i enjoy seeing Sayid on screen? Because he's the only one (anymore, at least) still asking questions about what is going on around him, and the only one who has consistently been a helpful contributor to my sanity as the show has unfolded. (Oh. Wait. i just remembered that Shannon debacle. ech. well, thank goodness they killed her, right?) Case in point: Last week, upon being confronted with a person who is an 'other', and holds multiple secrets and untold knowledge about why the island is the way it is, why a giant puff of smoke kills people, and where the jungle polar bears come from, he did the only thing that made sense. The thing that I have been screaming at the television for 6 months (we just got the dvds last fall) to do: FIND OUT WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON. Thats it. Thats all it takes. Straightforward questions. No, it doesn't take mean looking glances, sprints through the jungle, or even punching someone in the face! Its really quite simple. When you find yourself surrounded in a bizzare place, and come across someone who may know something about it -- you ask them.

But, i suppose that's half the drama of the show, right?

*Rustling ferns in the jungle*
Person looks up and around, closeup on their scared eyes. They call out a name of someone who hasn't died yet. No answer. *More Rustling* The violins scream noisily louder until said character (pick one, it doesn't matter who. They all do it.) tenses up and then begins running through the jungle with abandon.

But, thanks to the marvel of the internet, I can watch both of my shows in one evening, which is nice. We missed lost on it's normal night because we got to entertain and host Aunt Linda and Uncle John who were out this way from Ohio for a friends wedding in the Denver area. We went to our favorite pub (Coopersmiths, of course) and pulled on some good ale and told each other some lies. My kind of night.