In case you're wondering why I've had nothing to say about Grey's or ER, it's because I'm not actually watching them. I mean, I am watching them, but in a very belated manner. So far this season, every Thursday evening our television has fucked me over. Every single Thursday. Well okay, so one Thursday it wasn't the tv's fault; one Thursday I missed my shows because we had a flirtian party to attend. Rob forwarded the invitation to me at work that day and I replied, "DON'T THESE PEOPLE WATCH TV?!" Um, no, actually. They don't. Unless you count Battlestar Galactica. (Which, I suppose, technically does count, but...NERD ALERT. I'm just saying.)

But every other Thursday, I've gotten all super-excited about watching The Office. And Grey's. And JOHN STAMOS ON ER! I go through my day all "Woo!! Best day ever! Thursdays ROCK!! Thursdays RULE! Thursdays rock and rule!! Hee." And then I go home and then much later Rob comes home and then we eat dinner and I'm all, "Eat faster! TV starts in 20 minutes!" And then it's 20 minutes later and I'm all, "Wheee, TV!!" And I plop down on the sofa and Rob turns on the tv and it's really fuzzy and black & white but we can still sorta see the actors. I mean, not well enough to recognize them, but it's okay because we can tell who they are by their voices. And so we're watching and laughing, watching and laughing, and then [BLUE SCREEN]. Fucking signal is gone. And we simultaneously groan, but then it's back! And we say, "Yay!" You know, simultaneously. And then five minutes pass with more watching and laughing and then [BLUE SCREEN]. And we groan and wait and then it's back! Yay! But before we can even catch back up with the scene [BLUE SCREEN]. This continues throughout the rest of The Office, our groans soon becoming "FUCK"s and "GODDAMMIT!"s. And then finally the signal doesn't fight back, and the screen casts a lonely blue glow on the walls of our living room. And I stare sadly at the tv, knowing that Grey's is happening without me, knowing that John Stamos is right inside my tv but I can't get to him.

So yeah. I'm behind. No, I don't have anything to say about Grey's. And no, I haven't seen the last two episdoes of ER. Yes, I'm sure John Stamos was sextastic. He's saving the show, so I hear. Wouldn't know it by me, considering I haven't fucking SEEN the show hardly. But no, I don't want to know what happens. And yes, I do think the universe can be a fucking bitch sometimes.