I'd rather play at hug o'war

Holy crap. The Office and 30 Rock were AWESOME last night, like I was gasping for breath I was laughing so hard at those endings. Dude. ( Cut for spoilage. )

Then Scrubs had to totally bust my bubble with that storyline. Please, for the love of all that is holy, NBC, put that baby to bed. ( Cut for very minor spoilage. )

Oh, and work gods, could you light a fire under the Gov's ass (and the department head's, too, just for good measure) and get us released early today? It's Good Friday, yo. I want my four hours.

* I like the overall arc of Gilmore girls this season, i.e., I was finally able to catch up on all the episodes since the end of January. Seeing them all back to back like that, in one continuous thread, really showed off how well DR is doing. I like that he is actually wrapping up storylines that have been lingering since season one, specifically Lorelai and Christopher. Granted, I ship them - have since "Christopher Returns." However, we finally had a conclusion to their storyline. Somehow I doubt it would have been as neatly done in ASP's hands, simply because she hasn't been able to make a clear choice since mid-way through season two. It's always this back and forth. Then there is Emily. She will always be a bitch, a product of her upbringing and generation, but she's no longer stagnating in this pool of bitchery. There's movement, something approaching progression. Richard's heart attack was just as difficult to sit through as I knew it would be, but I so loved that scene with all four of my beloved Gilmores as they strolled the hospital hallways. It illustrated why I adored them from the word go, even with all the baggage so clearly evident in the pilot episode. I'll conclude my fannish love by saying that I also adore the trajectory of the RoryLogan relationship, and I loved watching Lane and Zack prepare, with massive amounts of grumbling and panicking, for their boys. Oh, and Mrs. Kim, you will always rock hard in my heart. (I can't go near the Anna/April/Luke custody storyline without seeing massive amounts of rageful red, so I'll save myself [and you] by not mentioning it any further.)

* 30 Rock is the most consistently funny and smartest show on network television. I cannot wait until it comes back, which according to my DVR, is this Thursday. I'm enjoying Andy Barker, PI well enough, but it is no 30 Rock.

* Slither is disgusting but oh so funny. Gunn so ably captured all that is fantastic about a good, scary monster movie while putting his own stamp on things. (He named the high school after Fred Ward's character in Tremors, people! One word: AWESOME.) I should also note that Gunn really writes some fantastic females. I loved Tania Saulnier and Elizabeth Banks, especially Banks. She was so fucking kickass as Starla. Plus, Nathan curses up a fucking storm, thereby putting it into automatic classic territory. (I'm shallow, yo.) But then I checked out the extras, all of them (a sure sign I love the film, if I'm checking out even the technical shit), and Nathan is AFUCKINGDORABLE, with his little-boy-like, "You scared the shit out of me!" Seriously, when does Drive start? I need my weekly fix of one Mr. Fillion, thanks. Another thing, the juxtaposition of Gregg Henry in this versus his polished role as Logan's pops on GG is pretty fangirl-inspiring, but then he had me at, "Move the fuck out of the way cocksucker!"

* The Lookout was decent, but not the immediate classic the critics are hailing it to be. JGL was fantastic of course. And pretty. So fucking pretty. It's funny. When he's half-naked (at one point, he wakes up in shorts and no shirt) he looks more solid, but dressed, he looks so fragile, as if I could take him over my knee and break him in half, all vengeful giant like.

* Upon second viewing (went to see it with Mom), Premonition is still as good and affecting, and knowing how it ends, I was able to sit back and pick up all the clues, but then one of the first scenes gives it away. It really reinforced that the "premonitions" are just the McGuffin of the piece.

* I find Paul Walker immensely more attractive when he handles his business like he did in Running Scared. He was capable and BELIEVABLE. (My world is all-askew.) He fucking rocked that part like I haven't seen him rock a part since Joy Ride. He was so gritty and worn around the edges (which makes TONS of sense once you realize what's really going down). Then he starred opposite Vera Farmiga, who played his kickass, take-no-names wife, and I just about died of happiness.

* Brothers & Sisters, how is it you make me laugh fucking out loud one minute, only to have me in tears the next? In short, how you so awesome?

I had other thoughts, but as I predicted, since I didn't write them down, they've fluttered away as so much else has over the last week. Dude, whatever this was I got this time kicked my ass, and then handed my kicked ass back to me, laughing.

Today is Katt's birthday so we're having chili-dogs and chips followed by strawberry cake with ice cream. God, I love hot dogs, but chili dogs OWN MY SOUL. Seriously. The only thing missing is the onions. It really isn't a chili dog without onions. Lots of them. However, we’re a close little office, so I’ll make do without.