Adventures of a Tofu Slut

Heroes...or at least I would be, if it would hurry and and get back on the air. *sob*

Prison Break, although I got bored and was on the verge of dropping it, except then I realized there were only three episodes left in the season, so I have them, sitting waiting to be watched. Maybe one day.

Hustle. I think we're just finishing up the third series here? Or maybe it's finished. Still, British con artists with a Robin Hood complex - how can you not love them?

America's Next Top Model. I don't have a favourite yet this season, except for maybe that guy Benny who showed up in the crossing guard uniform to teach posing. He was awesome. Still, I am fully on board with my love for this show.

Lost, except that I still haven't found a workable download from last week! Hopefully the one I got last night will work. Because I love my show, and exciting things are happening, dammit.

Ugly Betty. Because of Marc, and Amanda, and Henry (the perfect nerd potential boyfriend), and Justin, and the CAMP and the DRAMA. Frothy and bitchy and just a little sweet.

Veronica Mars. I think I finally got caught up on the season. I'm so sad it hasn't been renewed. I've been hearing that a lot of people don't like Veronica (the character), and I have to admit that when you watch 3 or 4 episodes in a row, the on-again, off-again relationships are a little crazy, but it's still fabulous.

The Riches. This is very fun! Even if Eddie Izzard's accent keeps slipping (and speaking of, why did he have to be American? He could have easily been a travelling Traveller!). Minnie Driver, though, is fabulous. And I've only had to skip through one potentially-too-embarrassing-for-people-on-screen-and-therefore-too-embarrassing-for-me scene. So entertaining.

The Tudors is so very pretty. Also, I love how they're assuming that everyone knows the history - witness the very pointed mention of Anne Boleyn's name when she first shows up, even though it's totally not important at that point.

Doctor Who. You know, I loved the Ninth Doctor so much that I never really got comfortable with the Tenth Doctor. But the first episode of the new series was excellent, and I loved it, and I'm excited. Whee!

What are you watching?

Canada's Next Top Model is in Victoria.

AHAHAHAHA.

(Also, I'm not entirely sure I would have recognized Tricia Helfer, host, as Tricia Helfer from Battlestar Galactica if I hadn't known it was her. She looks totally different.)

I watched the first episode of Ken Finkleman's new short series At the Hotel last night. It's been getting some mediocre reviews, but I quite enjoyed it, especially after two of the characters broke into "Sue Me" from Guys and Dolls. Ha! It was a serious rendition, too, fitting right in with their storyline. And they could both sing. Probably Stratford alumni or something.

I love Canadian tv, because a) it's usually low-key and odd, and b) it features a veritable cast of HITGs, Canadian edition. Here we had Carlo Rota and Alberta Watson (from Nikita), and Nigel Bennett (who I recognized but couldn't figure out why, and I'm very sad to tell you that it's because he was in Lexx, which has obviously infiltrated my brain despite only having ever watched that one episode). Plus I hear Don McKellar will be on it some point. Of course.

I'm pretty excited about America's Next Top Model starting up again tonight, too. Other than my daily dose of The Hour, I don't watch much real-time TV anymore, but I miss the anticipation factor that comes from watching something when it broadcasts. Plus, the cheese! It's a terrible show, I know, but I love it.

Hello.

I want chocolate right now plsthnx.

I had my second running class last night. It's been decided that it's too dark to run along the boardwalk now, which meant we ran along Queen St. I think the class should be renamed "Learn To Run And Dodge Pedestrians, or, How Not To Smack Someone Silly When They Mock You At A Traffic Light". Also a dog attempted to attach itself to my leg as we ran by, and I nearly knocked vestra over in my flailing to get away. I may have squealed, too.

After class we went home and had a little CBC lovefest, which vestra has already talked about, but I'm going to talk about, too, because it's my journal, and I can do that if I want. So there. Monday Report started up again last night, and let me just reiterate that I love Rick Mercer and want him to be beamed into my living room every night. I missed hearing someone make fun of Stephen Harper! Plus Pierre Burton (who is so very, very old - when did that happen?) showed us all the proper way to roll a joint. Hee.

Before that we had randomly turned on The Greatest Canadian, and quickly got sucked in to the piece on Tommy Douglas, father of Medicare, leader of the NDP for many years, and grandfather of Keifer Sutherland. I would like to marry him and have his socialist babies, if it weren't for the small fact that he's dead. There may be nine other choices, but how can any of them possibly be a greater Canadian than Tommy? I've already voted for him seven times, after registering with every email address I have. Democracy in action.

Let's see, what else? Oh, right, we watched a National piece on the Fundamentalist Church of Latter Day Saints, who have a freaky isolationist enclosed community in BC called Bountiful (and a few in the States), where they practice polygamy, and the girls are married off at 15 to men twice or three times their age, and people are moved around and remarried and separated from their children at the whim of the church leader. It's definitely crossed the line from religion into cult, and I think it could have a very scary ending.

Also, I watched last week's ANTM, which was not on CBC. I love it so very much, although it was pretty obvious who was getting sent home, because she got about twice as much screen time as anyone else.

You people are extraordinarily quiet today.

...not that I really have anything to say either. I'm not letting that stop me, though!

I'm in mourning today because America's Next Top Model is over (here. For most of you it's been over for months). It's totally my guilty pleasure TV show, except that I don't feel any guilt for watching it. I think it's related to my love of makeover shows - I like seeing how they get transformed for each shoot.

( Amazing Race ramblings ) Warning: if you don't want to know who's gone, don't read the comments!

And on that note, I'm still hungry, even though I just had lunch. Sleepy, too. I think I'll raid the snack drawer, and crawl under the desk for a nap. Who's with me?