Television...the Drug of the IF Nation

Thank you for all your lovely comments as per usual. You all give me the wee warm and fuzzies! At times, dealing with IF and its negative emotions is like trying to hold back the tide King Canute-stylee.

You all make it better. Take a bow! You are worth it. We are all worth it. Cue L'Oreal tossing of hair. Well, I am growing mine and it might shoogle just a wee bit instead. You American girls have all got acres of hair to make up for mine.

Talking of shoogly, that is pretty much all I have been this week. I don't know what it is but it does not take much to set me off. I blame that bitch counsellor. Oh, and my period that arrived after a 68 day holiday somewhere sunny. Fucker!

However, a cold-hearted lump of concrete would have been hard-pressed not to emit a squeak of a sob at the final episode of Six Feet Under.

Now I have to say that yes, it has just been shown here in the UK on E4 and no, I am not going to spoil it for anyone who has yet to see it internationally. I detest spoilers in countries who see TV shows first then prattle about it. Please, please remember that there are some countries who are always behind in the schedules. I think SFU was shown finally in August in the US and I was terrified of reading about it.

I know it serves me right for watching all-American shows but I cannot help it. I currently am enslaved by Martin Sheen in all of his masterful occupation of the White House. And Boston Legal. James Spader is still cute even though he has gotten a wee bit chunky. All the more to grab hold of, as my granny would have said.

Oh..oh..and Grey's Anatomy....we have moved from Series One to Series Two without a break! TV Nirvana. The writing! Mind you, that was the one that was really spoiled for me when a blogger gave away the Sandra Oh storyline.

Mind you, the way nothing happens in Lost on a weekly basis, there is no chance of spoilers there! I have been making a vain attempt to keep the new season a mystery. I keep having to mute the sound on E! Entertainment so that I do not hear what is happening in Season 2.

And I am so loving the DVD box set of Firefly! My oh my. Captain Reynolds can tell me what to do any time. So much more delectable in that part than as the mad preacher in Buffy and no ad breaks. Woot! And Rome! The togas, the fountains of wine, the soldiers in the buff, ooh lala.

As you can see, I am attempting to fill the neverending waiting by trying to cram as much viewing pleasure in as possible. It is a pity that I have to leave the house 5 days per week to go to work, isn't it?

I cannot believe that there will be no more Six Feet Under though. No more Brenda, David, Claire, Ruth, George et al! Sob!

Mind you, Nate was being such a prick...oops! I am doing it now too. So easy to enter Spoilerville.