I'd rather play at hug o'war

HIMYM, how do you blend the funny and the sentimental so well in 21 little minutes? If you don't come back next season, I swear, HEADS WILL ROLL.

Oh, and re: the whole Funyuns thing from last week? Exactly how does one kick that habit? I've been trying for lo these last twenty years with no luck.

Heroes, well, yeah. ( Very minor spoiler for 'The Hard Part'. )

I'm back. Got in Tuesday night. ( Las Vegas, February 2007: a rundown. )

Watched tons of TV since Tuesday night. (I took Wednesday off as a day of recovery.) Heroes managed to make my jaw drop as I was so NOT expecting that ending. Yay. It still manages to surprise me! How I Met Your Mother was also pretty awesome for that ending. ( Cut for spoilers. )

As for Thursday night TV, The Office – WHOA. Holy shit. Poor Jim. Seriously. He can't win for losing. But PAM! Pamela Beesley, you’re getting there and it is an amazing thing to see.

And then it was the end of The O.C., which I have been saving on the DVR for the last several weeks. I couldn't bring myself to watch all the episodes leading up to tonight, but I couldn't not watch the series finale live. It didn't quite hit the levels of Felicity or Dawson's Creek (oh holy God, DC just about killed me. Mom even cried and she hated DC.), but it made me a little weepy. ( Cut for spoilers )

My car is parked across the street in the Target parking lot under what I hope is a working light post. A fine thick sheen of rain glosses the windows until everything is blurry, flashes of color against the dark night.

This would be pretty except that it took me an hour to navigated all the flooded streets to get home. A five-minute drive turned into one long frustrating nightmare that ended with me trudging my way from the aforementioned Target parking lot through mid-calf high water to even get into my neighborhood, much less all the way to my house.

Such is life in Houston, Texas, and if I haven't mentioned how much the heat and humidity and mosquitoes the size of Buicks irritate the shit out of me about this city, these type of days are what really seal my non-love for all things Houston. The city planners, oh you, the biggest fucktards of all the fucktards in the land, probably never have to figure another route because Almeda-Genoa turns into a raging river when so much as two heavy raindrops fall simultaneously. And of course, that would have to be the main road to get to the street that leads to my neighborhood, wouldn't it?

Grrr...

( I've included pictures for your viewing pleasure )

Now, on to much more pleasant things, like How I Met Your Mother, which continues its run of pure awesomeness. ( Cut for spoilers )

As for The Class, Jason Ritter and Lizzy Caplan remain the biggest draw for me, but I didn't really dig their storyline this week. Meh. The only thing that makes me sad at the prospect of cancellation is that those two will be out of a job, once again, and no longer cute-ing up my TV screen every week.

(RIP, Related. RIP.)

Now, as for Heroes. ( Holy shit with a dollop of what the fuck! )

With that, I'm off to bed. 'Night, folks.

Just finished watching the series premiere of Heroes. Loved it – even the creepy MirrorAli. If it’s possible, I like every one of the characters, but by far, my favorite is Hiro. His adorable voice and amazing exuberance just totally hooked me. The synopsis of the upcoming season looked extremely promising as well, as God knows, I love a good apocalyptic twist. LOVED. Favorite series premiere thus far.

Of course, when the "To be continued" came up on screen, Mom, who came in about halfway, said, "That is wrong on so many levels." Think she may be tuning in again too, which would be cool.

Another highlight of the evening is the margaritas, or rather, the Myaritas. These were taught to Mom and me by her co-worker, Mya, and we have, I think with very little humility, improved on the recipe. I am now on my second glass, and I’m talking twenty-something ounces here. As I’m sure everyone has heard by now, we do it big down here in Texas and that includes our alkyhall, too.

(Heh. Side note: it only takes one Myarita to get those Texan accents out and loud.)

I also just killed a mama spider. She'd just given birth or hatched or whatever her million babies, and they were crawling around in the doorway to the kitchen. As I walked by, the mama spider jumped at me, which I found incredibly rude since, you know, she decided to birth those babies in MY KITCHEN. And so I told her that she'd had her little Charlotte's Web moment and now it was time to take that final toilet flush into the sky. I dashed to the downstairs bathroom (thank you, God, I had the presence of mind to grab a package of toiler paper before coming back downstairs), grabbed a bunch of tissue and smacked her, then ran screaming toward the bathroom with her crammed into the wad of tissue paper.

All Mom provided, besides mocking me for my inability to just step on the damn thing, was laughter as she reclined on the sofa. I don't know what it is about stepping on them (I have my thick-ass soled shoes on, too), but I can't do it. CAN'T. I think it goes back to the time I stepped on a cockroach in my Justin's (those're boots, by the way) and I felt every little crunch of it's exoskeleton. *shudder*

Happy place, must find happy place.

Anyway, I managed to stomp out all the babies with a half-drunk, more than a little buzzed, dance. Between that and the melted limeade, I have finally accepted that it is, in fact, impossible for me to keep that fucking kitchen floor clean for longer than 24 hours. IMPOSSIBLE.

ARGH.

And finally, as I sign off to stumble my way towards the shower, everyone should buy John Mayer's new CD Continuum. Even if you didn't like his previous stuff, this disc just blows all of that away. It's bluesy and compulsively listenable. (I know of what I speak, as I listened to it on repeat all day Sunday.) His lyrics, the music, his guitar work (his talent there has never been in question), everything seems to have matured beyond even what I expected following Heavier Things.