nog and pie



Eggnog and leftover pumpkin pie is what I had for dinner last night, being the bastion of exemplary diet that I am. They made a good second chair to the wasabi peas, which I also bought more of. I only mention my dinner on the off chance it should prove to be humorous when I eventually keel over dead. Oh and I needed a subject since I’ve now commited myself to updating my blog daily from here on until Jan 6th in something called the ‘Holiday Challenge®’, which Pooks has enlisted a few of us from TLD in. My whimiscal agreement, given little consideration, should promote all sorts of insight, as I’m also looking to get crazy on the rewrite of N&D during the Holidays, and my actually not-having-of an internet connection at home. So I’ll probably be doing a lot of parking lot blogging, which is how I hear the Dali Llama updates his blog.

Getting into this mess sidetracked me to Blogger.com to once again try and get it to pick up my RSS feed, which it still doesn’t do satisfactorily. LJ reads a feed, but it too falls short of my expectations. You would think I could post here and have all my blog accounts read the feed and present the content accordingly, but that’s expecting too much from teh interwebs I suppose.

Speaking of ‘teh Interwebs’- House last night! Homg! Sappy at the tail end and I’m still on the ‘Death to Stacy’ bus, (which is the orange line if you’re wondering), but best exchange evah:

Stacy: If Chase screwed up so badly, why didn’t you fire him?
House: He has great hair.
Stacy: What are you hiding?
House: I’m gay. Oh…that’s not what you meant. It does explain a lot though. No girlfriend, always with Wilson, obsession with sneakers…

… silly writers! Someone has definitely be checking out teh interweb House-boards. You blatantly mock the ‘Shippers at your own perile, but it can be surpassingly humorous. And again, again, again I say- Foreman is the man. Can’t wait to see what they have in store for that.Well since I’ve had to type this post twice because of evil evil timeouts, I will say goodbye and get back to work. On my script. Not my work-work, because it would make no sense for me to be doing work-work while at work.