Adventures of a Tofu Slut

My new theory is that Aaron Sorkin is deliberately making Studio 60 as unlike a real sketch comedy as possible.

( I mean, really. )

But I will forgive him. Because I love the show.

Friday, there was pie at work. No wonder none of my pants fit me anymore.

Friday, I watched some Doctor Who, the first series of the new series, or however it's labelled. It reminded me of Sliders. *ducks* Seriously, though, it felt like two shows, at least at the beginning - a cheesy kid-oriented action show with ooh! aliens!, and a parable of loneliness and exploration for adults. And then I watched an interview with the lead actor that was on the first disc, and he kept talking about how he'd done the series because he'd never done a kids' show before, and the interviewer asked all these questions about the responsibilities that come with doing a show for children, and suddenly it all made sense. It pretty much *is* two shows. But it comes together more as the series goes on, at least I felt so, and I love the relationship between Rose and The Doctor. All in all, a fun watch.

Friday, I went to bed early, because I am OLD.

Saturday, I went running. And I did not fall over and die, although I kind of wanted to during my last few minutes.

Saturday, I went wandering and had any number of crises, including what is the point of life? what am I doing with my life? what do I want to do with my life? how can I either accept that I am fat or get myself to do something about it? and what am I going to do about this massive infatuation that will not die? The only one of those I resolved was the last one, and the answer, predictably, was "nothing".

Saturday, I saw Little Miss Sunshine, which was awesome and fantastic and one of the best things I've seen in ages, although I am aware that my reactions tend to be heightened when I see movies in the theatre (because that happens so rarely), so it might not be quite that amazing. I did love it, though.

Saturday, tasty sushi was consumed with sarcasma and sanity_clause and then I attempted to cuddle their kitties, but they mostly ran away, as usual. One stayed with me for a brief moment, though, which was exciting.

Sunday, I did nothing. Followed by heading out in the rain to Word on the Street, where I huddled under my umbrella and listened to Sars and Wing Chun read from their new Television Without Pity book. Very fun, if wet.

Sunday, I did more nothing, then watched some Deadwood (with naked Molly Parker, hello!) and the second episode of Studio 60. Which I still love.

Today, the hallways smell like toasted raisin bread.

Tonight, I have to do some of the housework that I neglected all weekend.