My Problem

Apparently I have (and you are bound to wriggle with displeasure because it effects you too) two choices concerning blogging. I either log on and type in a few paragraphs whenever any stray thought enters my head (believe me, I practice restraint. The poop and piping bag [for icing on cakes] thought that I had a week ago certainly didn't make it on here) accompanied by the phrase "I should really blog this", or I make a small list on a scrap of paper that I end up carrying around for 2 weeks before I manage to sit and type the collection up.

Oh, and who the heck came up with making a movie of Miami Vice?

And I am thinking of making all of the titles of my blog start with "My", as a homage to Scrubs, which does the same thing for their titles. (This is the show that I traditionally refer to as the best comedy on TV, but it has some competition this year in the form of My Name Is Earl. Awesome writing, and fantastic character interplay is making this a special show, sorry Kyle! I am still perplexed and angry that NBC didn't put Scrubs on with the other powerhouses on Thursday to dominate that night. Will and Grace (I hate this show) then Four Kings (stupid freshman series) then My Name is Earl (great) then The Office (also great, but woefully misunderstood))

Michelle and I have been in the mood for watching episodes of Monarch of the Glen. It is only on Saturday nights at 8pm: Right when I get off work. Thank goodness for the VCR.