That day I could never get the hang of

Gah. T-minus two days until my life becomes like a Loverboy song.*

TV: Watched Tivo-stored episodes of Stella and Surreal Life with shadesong (the former featuring Janeane Garofalo) before she headed to bed. I then finally caught the series finale of Six Feet Under. And yeah, mediocre as some recent episodes have been, this was a hell of a good ending. Wow.

I then also caught three reruns of Degrassi: TNG. I blame that bastard Kevin Smith. I'd never have started this addiction otherwise.

Also caught part of the Mets ritual slaughter of the D'backs. Quite nice. David Wright's got an OPS of over 1.400 in the last week, which borders on obscene.

And for the first time in a week, I hit the snooze bar on the alarm clock instead of just waking right up. Gee, wonder why?

On the plus side, today's too insane for me to be tired.

*That would be "Working for the Weekend," not "Gangs in the Street" or "Hot Girls in Love." And definitely not "Lovin' Every Minute of It."

Worst Movie Idea Ever

Battle of the Network Stars, the movie

I blame everyone who bought a ticket to Dukes of Hazzard.

Six Feet Under Finale bonus feature

Only for those who watched the finale (or who don't mind being spoiled), HBO has a webpage that fleshes out the final fifteen minutes.