So many of my favourites, so many times through out the day, especially the animations. Family Guy and American Dad are killing me (though I am actually getting over the Simpsons. I think I've seen them all way too many times already. Thank you very much Channel Ten).
I'm loving the reality shows on Arena - Top Chef, Project Runway, Top Design. I love how most of them are actually pitting professionals against professionals, instead of wanna be try-hards who really have no discernible talents or skills, but their mum said they could have been a model/singer/dancer. Yes I'm looking at you Tyra Banks and your stupid Next Top Model.
The original line up of characters was fantastic, it showed some cutting edge visual effects, and really pushed the boundaries of dramatic TV. After so many years on screen it still is one of my favourites. But these days I find myself incorporating way too many aspects of the show into my life.
Sitting at Central Station this morning waiting for a connecting train I noticed a strange man come sauntering down the platform. He was a bit jittery, and really couldn't seem to decide on a place to stand or sit.
When he finally sat down on a seat opposite me I noticed a very sore and inflamed looking laceration around each ankle. Hmmm... has he just escaped from a deranged kidnapper's holding cell where he was securely bound at each ankle with some poly-vinyl rope purchased at Coles and cut with a pair of garden shears and secured in a traditional over-hand fisherman's knot?
Or maybe he was the victim of some kinky bedroom role-playing that got out of hand and after he escaped from his silk leg restraints he beat the crap out of his lover (male or female? We'll find out after the break) and is now running from the law, explaining his jittery state.
My mind was racing. Who was this man? What the hell caused those marks? Where the hell is my train?
But as my train finally arrived and he started screaming about Jesus and the cunts who stole his pills, I guessed he probably just got released from the PA's psych ward and probably needed to get back there ASAP.
I do fear that something will happen to me one day, and for some reason they'll want to shine the "blue light" around my bedroom.
Grissom - "We're gonna need a DNA sample from each of these deposits. Better bring me a couple of hundred swabs."