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So, after perusing the latest episode of Chuck this eve, it turns out I was completely mistaken (yeah, I know, hard to believe, but trust me, it does happen). Walker did end up giving him some. Shocked, I am. Or, at least I presume she has, as it seems they're now a couple.

Whatever that means.

But everything I said was true for the episodes I saw and is still sound advice. Don't be her orbiter. Don't chase her, replace her. And, if that's Summer Glau, I really need to start watching the 2 seasons of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles I have on DVD. Again, as with so many things in this life, it's the having not the using that's important.

Needless to say, I'll be watching her new series, The Cape, when it debuts next year. At least the first episode. And then something or other will intrude and I'll end up buying the show on DVD at some point. Simply another in the myriad of ways in which I roll.


Which brings us to another issue. Of which I also seem to possess a myriad. The entire magazine, even. It was the Princess reference (which definitely brought a smile to my face) that clued me in to the fact it wasn't simply one of my more recent friends jerking my chain with the comments. It's good to hear from you, darlin'. It's been a long time, and I hope that all's well with you and yours. Hit me up at the e-mail address in my About Me section and we'll discuss your life changing event and my mid-life crisis. Crazy pills for everybody!

Yes, it's okay to hate me for not having to leave the house again until Sunday when I leave for Las Vegas. I know if it were someone else, I'D hate 'em. As always, peace, love and all the other fairy tales, kiddies.


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    P.S. I hate you.

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