Weeds

Last night I started watching the Showtime series Weeds. Love it so far. I mean, it is so funny. And I love the fact that the premise is SO out there. Apparently I'm a fan of strange storylines, considering my love of the show Big Love. Anyway, during one episode I noticed a member of the PTA committee that looked really familiar to me. When she appeared again in a later episode, I mulled it over and figured out what I knew her from: The Golden Girls. She was on one episode as Blanche's daughter Rebecca in season 3.

As if it weren't sad enough that I recognized her from one single episode of a show she did 20 years ago, sadder still is how I recognized her. It wasn't her appearance (although she has not changed at all with the exception of a darker hair color). I recognized the way that she spoke. She has a very distinct way of moving her mouth when she speaks. It could be the result of some sort of slight past speech impediment, but nonetheless that is how I spotted her.

A brief search through Wikipedia for the specific Golden Girls episode I was looking for and then IMDb for the actors' names in that episode, I was able to confirm that it was indeed the same actress. Her name is Shawn Schepps, and apparently she writes, produces, and directs as well.

I believe I now officially deserve the title of World's Biggest Nerd. Or at least World's Most Observant Person.

White Trash Evening

I just went to Walmart at 12:15 to buy Cheerios. Wait, that's not all. I was wearing Eeyore pajama pants, a tacky sweatshirt, and no bra. I have become that which I hate.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but it was pretty pathetic. I was running low on cereal and thought, "Oh, I've got nothing better to do. It's either get up off my ass and walk around for ten or fifteen minutes, or read, or watch more of The Golden Girls." So I thought I might as well get up and do something for about forty-five minutes so that I could feel like my day had a purpose.

I don't guess I should complain. At least we had plenty to do at work today.

I may not be 13 and hip, but read my blog anyway!

I've been taking a look at Tavi Gevinson's blog just now. Saw a blurb about it on MSN and decided I should check it out. There's lots of stuff from Fashion Week, which doesn't really interest me, but I'm very impressed with her writing style (especially the fact that she is a good speller and knows the basic rules of grammar - so rare for someone her age these days!). Anyway, I feel like an old fart considering this girl that was born when I was in the fourth grade has gotten more attention than I probably ever will.

Bogie is driving me crazy. He's climbing from the bar stools onto the bar now and has ended up in the kitchen sink more than once. No matter how many times I pull him down from there, he still finds his way back up. It's impossible to discourage him.

I am trying to finish up season four of The Golden Girls tonight. I know I've seen every single episode of this show as much as I used to watch it back in high school, but renting it on Netflix is allowing me to see them in order, which is nice. This is one of many shows, however, that doesn't have much continuity. Each episode could practically stand on its own, less the major background details that provide insight into the behavior of the characters, and it's slightly frustrating how details about minor characters get changed from season to season. I'm also watching quite a bit of Will & Grace. I now own every season but the final one of that, and I'm really enjoying me some Karen Walker right now. I want to walk around with a martini glass and call everyone honey.

Oh, and speaking of things to read:

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