Quotation

Um, so while I've been reading lots of books lately, there have been none worth quoting sadly. Even Little Women - a book I've meant to read for years - I find it to be preachy and obnoxious. Even the worst of the characters, Amy (who I will always picture as a young and annoying Kirsten Dunst), is still pretty much perfect compared to the real world.

So instead, I'm quoting something from a recent Dave Barry article that I received in my email account. Dave Barry didn't actually write it, one of his fans did. But it still remains hilarious and relevant, so here it is:

Like many people, I am troubled by the part of ''Humpty Dumpty'' that goes: ''All the king's horses and all the king's men, couldn't put Humpty together again.'' Why does it mention horses? Does anybody seriously believe that if a bunch of horses saw a giant egg broken into pieces, their response would be: ''Hey! Let's try to reassemble this!''? Also, in ''Cinderella,'' are we really upposed to believe that the prince -- this guy who danced with Cinderella all night and wants to MARRY her -- believes that the only way he can recognize her is to make her TRY ON A SHOE? As if shoe is some kind of medieval DNA sample? So if Cinderella's foot swells up, the prince is going to ay: "Well, you LOOK exactly like the woman I love, but the shoe never lies!''

My Buddy

This is my tribute to my little brother, Matthew (also currently known as Elder Kearl).























Eight years my junior, Matthew has been the small destructive ray of sunshine that took our home by storm. Just when Mom thought it was safe to put the breakables in more child-accessible locations, our very own Dennis the Menace came along and broke every Lladro statue, poked holes in the fabric of the giant organ in our piano room, and flooded the entire upstairs (which was pretty awesome, I'm not gonna lie).

















To his credit, he was adorably and ridiculously cute doing all of those things, and he grew into a pretty adorably cute young man. Still a ray of sunshine, Matthew brought style and trendiness into our home with his tight tight pants and... um exotic hairstyles. But really, no other clothes could have fit his personality and I for one was more than glad to give him my jeans that were too small for me, but perfect for him.



















I know of not a single soul who has become acquainted with our Matthew and failed to love him. Matteo, querido, estoy muy feliz que estas en el MTC. Estoy orgullosa de ti, hermanito! YAY FOR MATTHEW!

Absent

Okay, so I've been gone for a while from my blog. I'm sorry blog! It's not that I don't love you, it's that since moving back home blogging seems to have become harder. Maybe it's an increase in TV watching (although somehow not any of my normal shows which I am WAY behing on), or maybe it's having to fight for time with the much coveted computer. Probably, though, it's that I have way more people with whom I can talk and express all my insane crazy thoughts, so then I don't have anything left to write about here. I'll try and hold some of those thoughts back so I still have things to blog, okay?

Are Americans really *that* snobby?

I'm currently engaged in an argument about the stuck-up nature of us Yanks. This argument is stupid and pointless, but I don't like when people can't admit I'm right and so I just can't help myself. But it has got me to wondering if I really am right, so I'm poling the few of you who read this.

Are Americans so self-centered that they would refuse to watch a show simply because the setting was Canada? It is my contention that a) it's impossible to summarize the TV preferences of 300 million + people, but if it were b) the success of shows like "Anne of Green Gables" (who can resist Gilbert Blythe?) says that's a dirty dirty lie and that we're not stuck-up at all; it's all you rotten foreigners that are.

So what's the consensus from anyone else out there? And remember, this is for posterity so please; do try to be honest.

Don't let Gilbert influence your answer - *wink*!

Reading quotation

I've been reading mostly junk books lately. That's not to say that they aren't entertaining, but they don't have much in the way of pertainant selections that I can quote here. But I feel bad about having kind of flaked out on that part of my blog habits, so I'm posting a Dave Barry (Pulitzer Prize winning journalist) quote, even if it's not technically from a book.

Gravity is the biggest drawback to skiing. Without gravity, it would be a carefree activity: You'd put on your skis, head for the slopes and just . . . HOVER for a while. Then it would be time for "apres ski'' (French for ''no longer skiing''). Instead, you have gravity. Huge amounts of it. Ski areas are located smack dab on top of giant gravity piles called "mountains.'' Most areas also use machines to make more gravity at night. Thus powerful forces are always trying to suck you, the skier, down the mountain and into large fixed objects such as buildings. This is why the Number One Rule of Skiing Safety is: "Never go up the mountain without a good reason, such as it is summer.''

This not only sums up my reasoning for never having learned to ski (despite living in the Utah area on and off for 9 years), but also my reasoning for never doing any activity that might attempt to thwart gravity. That includes running, skipping, dancing, jumping, and hiking. I'll admit that I occasionally fly in airplanes, but that's only in emergencies (or when someone else is buying the ticket).

(pssst! wanna buy a watch?)

After years of email use I'm well used to receiving those very special emails called "spam" that are so thoughtfully sent to me by kind and well meaning people who just want to help me increase the size of my non-existent male genitalia, or who want to help me please my non-existent woman, or who will even sell me a Russian woman if I don't yet have one to please. I've come to smile whenever I see those emails inviting me to lower the mortgage on my non-existent house. I've shed a tear and then hardened my heart to the pleas of pretend Nigerian royalty who can spell neither "royalty" nor "Nigerian" correctly, and who just need the small favor of either a large sum of money, or my social security and bank account numbers to regain their throne.


But this is a new one: wanna buy a watch? All the sudden I've been inundated with offers for cheap (but real, we swear it!) Rolexes (or is that Rolexi?), Omegas, other brands I've never even heard of. These emails have filled my head with many many questions that I've narrowed down to two.

1) Isn't this the sort of business that is traditionally carried out in an alley-way somewhere in NYC or DC or similarly acronized* cities? I mean to say, traditionally speaking when you think of someone selling you a suspiciously cheap and greenish-"gold" watch, you tend to imagine them wearing a trench coat and speaking in whispers. It's hard to email in a whisper.

2) Since the sleazy shady watch-selling business does seem to have switched to an e-business, how did I get on the watch-sellers' lists? I don't need a watch, I don't wear a watch, and I don't remember giving my email address to any kind of watch-esque website. So how?


I suppose I'll never know the answers to these questions, so I'll just have to add watch-sellers to the list of kindly, good-hearted people who have purchased my email address for the entirely selfless purpose of improving my life with their totally reliable, totally affordable, and above all totally unnecessary items.



*Okay, so I think I made up the word "acronized" but I could *not* find the real word for something that has been turned into an acronym. Quick, someone else look it up!

Weather update

The fog and snow have found me again, despite my brilliant plan to relocate from Provo, UT to Pocatello, ID (city motto: You don't plow the streets, so why should we?). For the past three days our home has regularly been the center of what appears to be a jug of skim milk. My father claims we're living in a snow globe, but I know the truth: some fickle god of weather has it out for me. Come fog or snow, one way or other I'm going in a ditch.

So if I don't write for a while, look for me in a coyote den in the Idaho mountains where I'll have been taken and adopted as one of the tribe.

To "Lost" or not to "Lost"

If you haven't been living on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere for the last four years, you've heard of the show Lost. If you have been living on an island, well that would be totally ironic and Lost should be a pleasantly familiar concept for you. But I digress. This show has held a thrall over me since its inception, but that thrall that was once exciting and desirable has slowly grown more and more unpleasant. Although I've watched the newest season premiere, I'm undecided whether or not I should just give up entirely until the show is finally done and I can just rent the DVDs, or even just have someone else tell me what happens to save myself some time.

I openly admit to having been addicted to Lost at one point. Who wouldn't be? The concept of minimalist survival is one that we civilized humans are fascinated by. Just look at the literary proof: The Swiss Family Robinson, Lord of the Flies, Robinson Crusoe, My Side of the Mountain, and even - to a small extent - the Benji franchise (oh Benji, you brave little dog, how I loved watching your movies!).

In the beginning, Lost was as fascinating as these stories. The survivors had to figure out how to stay alive and civilized when civilization was gone, and they had the delicious Dr. Jack to lead them (ah, Matthew Fox of four years ago, how cute you were).

Then Lost got weird. Like, really weird. And without any satisfactory resolution to the many mysteries that the show forced down the viewers throats. Smoke monsters and mysterious scary noises were bad enough, but telepathy? Visions and ghosts? Unexplained sci-fi type phenomena? Moving islands?? Finally, the last straw: in the future the beautiful Jack Shepherd became bearded, crazy, and like a homeless drunken guy - the sad kind, not the funny kind. WTF!

So now as I watch the season premiere and it's filled with time travel - and the kind of time travel where people can change the past and alter the future, which I HATE - I'm just not sure if it's worth my time or mental/emotional effort. Unlike Alice (of Wonderland fame) I'm not inclined to follow along the trail of "curiouser and curiouser." I'm more inclined to grab that smug Cheshire Cat by the tail and scream at him to answer my questions before I slap that stupid mysterious smile right off his face and make it disappear for reals!

But I digress again. How about it, any thoughts or feelings from anyone reading this?

Correction

I made reference before about my hair being un-teasable and really not meant to be big. However, it has been brought to my remembrance that this is, in fact, incorrect.

Weather: Pros and Cons

At last the treacherous and beautiful snow stopped falling. Only to be replaced by the kind of fog that you would only expect to find if you were about to stumble across a magically hidden Scottish village that only appears every 200 years, or when Gene Kelly needs something to sing and dance about. Just when I thought it was safe to drive on the highway....

That's right, now the fog is trying to kill me. It's hard enough to make myself go to work without the forces of nature combining against me! I know, it sounds paranoid to think the weather is trying to get me. And yet, what else is a person to think when out of nowhere a fog like pea soup descends to cover only I-15 (as soon as I exit there's no sign of mist), and then it's only that stretch between my place of employ and my place of residence? To make it worse, the other drivers keep zooming around me at ridiculous speeds as though they can magically see through this fog and are not hindered one jot.

So either I have unique cataracts that only affect me when driving on the highway at night, or the weather is conspiring against me. I guess we'll find out next week if tornadoes start appearing over the Springville/Provo exits of I-15.

A flair for the dramatic

My family is blessed with drama. Or cursed; those two words often seem synonymous (i.e. the Lord "blessed" me with the calling of Relief Society president, oh joy!). At any rate, we got plenty of drama floating around the Kearl household. I'm sure any cousins reading this can relate, because I know drama abounds in their homes as well. This Christmas, drama gave birth to something that I'm not sure words can do justice to; my sister Anna's music video.

(I stole this picture from Rachel's blog since my camera has been broken for several months now)




It turns out David (seen above in the homeless ballerina costume) isn't the only film genius in our family. Anna had a vision: to create a Kearl version of Mika's music video "Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)". After all, some of us Kearl girls are big and beautiful, our brother Matthew is a shoe-in for the part of Mika, and with Rachel's camera skills - well it just had to be! We even had the added bonus of Cousin Claire (seen in front) joining us in time to make four beautiful girls and really give visual meaning to Mika's line, "You take your girl and multiply her by four, now a whole lot of woman needs a whole lot more!"

So, here's how things went. Anna approaches Matthew, Katie, and myself explaining what she wants us to do; namely for the girls to make their hair and makeup as BIG as possible and for Matthew to get his craziest, most Mika-est outfit together. Added to the big hair and makeup were all of Anna's 80s accessories. We're talking the big dangly earrings, wildly colored beaded necklaces, and even some legwarmers. Then the pièce de résistance: all of us in flamboyant heels (silver sequins for Katie, hot pink patent leather for me, etc). It was a visual delight.

Then Anna threw in her brilliant choreography. After carefully studying the lyrics (my one contribution other than my fine self was to print the lyrics - go me!) she crafted a masterpiece. This video includes Diet Coke, treadmill dancing, David in a ski cap and purple sweater pulled off the shoulder, "Mika" and the Big Girls swaying back and forth on our snowy back porch (a hilarious anecdote: our porch dancing kept making the CD skip - I guess we really are big girls!), etc.

Finally, Rachel provided the camera skills. Okay, well David and Rachel technically, since David had to show Rachel what all those intimidating buttons on her camera are for. But Rachel was impressive! She was all over; on top of the kitchen counters, swooping around corners, dancing along with the music. She even took some costuming initiative and fixed my hair from the sad mess that it was to some cute little buns. My hair was never meant to be teased (it just comes out like this), although Mom felt it should stay ratted and kept coming in and telling us we needed to channel more Amy Winehouse.

So as you can see, we have plenty of dramatic talent in the Kasa Kearl. I just hope we have enough follow through to make the music video more than some hilarious segments on Rachel's camera!

Yes, that was a challenge, Anna. I want to see my youtube debut!

Snow: Pros and Cons

The weather recently went mad and decided to try and kill us all with lovely sparkly snow. As I both cursed and stared entranced at the sparkliness of the falling snow, I realized that there was a conundrum inherent in the weather. I love and hate it, which is unacceptable. So I will now write a list to decide which emotion should be attached to snow once and for all.

PROS

• As previously mentioned, it is sparkly. Okay, so I'm like that crazy bird in The Secret of Nimh and whenever I see sparkly things my eyes start getting all swirly and trippy. I can't help it!
• It covers everything with lovely whiteness* and makes it all clean and pretty.
• It's fun to make into snow creatures like snow people or giant octopuses... octopeds... squids.
  
• It's also fun to make into forts where you store your cookies and sit giggling with your friends, until some dumb guy comes over and stomps the fort to pieces. Hmph.
• Sledding rocks. It's teh greatest.
• Snow reminds me of Canada and my mission, which I loved and sometimes miss.
• It makes nighttime way brighter and easier to see.
• You can throw your little dog in it and laugh raucously while she climbs her way out again.
• You can reenact scenes from The Empire Strikes Back (providing you can find a Taun Taun to cut open).

CONS

• *The whiteness that snow creates only lasts for a little while before becoming brownness or even grayness. Not so pretty.
• Driving sucks. Your wheels suddenly forget how they're supposed to work and your car slides all wonky into the curb, other cars, or 5-foot ditches as a result. Plus, when you run over those little clumps of snow that fall off other cars they don't just puff away like snowballs do, instead they scrape across the underside of your car making noises like some foul demon from the underworld is using your car to help itself escape Hell.
• It's so freaking cold and maybe some of us don't remember where our gloves are and don't want to buy more because we're cheap.
• All the salt from the roads makes ugly gross stains on your jeans.
• When your nose runs you can't feel it so you end up with a bisgusting frozen snot trail on your face.
• Did I mention how much driving sucks?

Well, unfortunately that didn't actually help much. Sigh. I still can't decide whether I hate or love snow. I suppose I'll have to leave it as a baffling mystery and move on with life.

Geeked out

Okay, so I've long been a closet geek. I don't mean to say that there aren't outward signs; I own a shirt from Wales that has a cool Celtic-esque dragon on it, and I did put my hair in little buns when my sister and I went to see one of the Star Wars movies. But I only wear a shirt with a dragon, I don't play Dungeons and Dragons. And I just did little buns (something many girls do every day), I didn't have "lightsaber" fights in the parking lot outside the theater. Mostly, I keep my inner-geek locked tightly away so no one can see that I secretly long to know masses of useless trivia about just how many bathrooms each incarnation of the Starship Enterprise has had, or to become an expert in dragonology. No one will ever know that I didn't cut my hair for four years with the intention of finally wrapping it in real buns and being Princess Leia for Halloween when I was a teenager.

UNTIL NOW.

Now, my inner geek is SO EXCITED about the upcoming Star Trek movie that she can no longer be contained. If I don't reign this in soon, you'll see me trekking around campus in a cape, medieval dress, and elf ears like that one girl I used to mock (but also secretly admire).

Hot springs adventures

I've known for a while that there exist certain crazy people who like to go hot-tubbing in the winter, but I never thought I would ever do something so obviously dumb. Guess what? I didn't! But I did go with my family to Lava Hot Springs (you may think Lava is pronounced like "Lah-vah," but that's because you're dumb - it's clearly pronounced like "Laaaa-va," as though an obnoxious sheep is baaaa-ing in your ear) where we all jumped into the volcanically heated water, only to immediately start melting/fainting from the heat and demanding that my dad go get us ice cream to cool us all down.

Who would have thought that water could ever be so hot that even air chilled by the cool Idaho weather can't counter it? I didn't take a picture, so I can only describe the scene: seven of us Kearls sprawled out across an entire stair/entryway (more than once I saw people approach to get in the water, only to decide that a different staircase would be a better idea), all of us trying to put our legs on each other so that more skin could be exposed to the air. We were like some sort of horrible human/octopus mutation. Then my dad finally found a suit and joined us. He's like some sort of super human who thought the water felt great, and he kept diving under to grab some hapless sibling's foot and drag them in. I remained safe by holding my sister's glasses; too expensive to risk damaging them, mwa ha ha ha!

In the end, though, even our icy drinking water and ice cream sandwiches weren't enough to keep us from melting entirely so we all gratefully climbed out of the pool to head home. Two of us, I'm not saying who (okay it was David and me), were thoughtful enough to wear clothes over our swim gear, but not thoughtful enough to bring underwear for when that swim gear was all wet and uncomfortable. So those two people went commando during the trip home WOO HOO! After a quick stop at Cold Stone's for MORE ice cream (yes, the water was just that hot) we finally got home only to see the dog sitting shivering by the garage door. Someone had put her out and forgot to let her in, so she had been roaming the snow-laden streets the whole time (like 3 hours!!) looking for someone to buy her matches - no I mean waiting for us to come home and let her in. The worst part? It was her birthday! Happy 9th birthday Mati, try not to freeze to death because we're off to enjoy our boiling water and ice cream, and you can't come. Fortunately she forgave us, as dogs usually do (with the exception of Cujo).

All in all, it was an awesome way to start the new year.

New Year's Resolutions. Also, book quotation.

This week's quote comes from what *should* be the official guide to womanhood, Bridget Jones' Diary. It also leads me right into my resolutions for the new year, since I'm picking a quote from BJ's resolutions. I have a feeling this book will lead to many weekly quotes.

I WILL NOT
Waste money on: pasta makers, ice-cream machines or other culinary devices which will never use; books by unreadable literary authors to put impressively on shelves; exotic underwear, since pointless as have no boyfriend.

Sulk about having no boyfriend, but develop inner poise and authority and sense of self as woman of substance, complete without boyfriend, as best way to obtain boyfriend.

There were quite a few more that were actually applicable to my life, but these ones made me laugh and so they were the ones quoted. For those of you (females, that is) who haven't read this book, DO IT. So. Freakin. Hilarious. Best $14 I ever spent on a book (which I then perused, crossing out all the swearwords and writing nicer words in pen so I could lend it to my more virtuous friend. Yes, I defaced and CENSORED a book!). But I'll write more about my BFF Bridget later.

Today is also about resolutions. I've made many over the years, most of them unkept. Oh like you're any better, don't even give me that! This year I'm hoping that making them public (to the three people that actually read this) will make me more accountable. Here goes!!

1. I will get more healthy. It's not enough to eat sporadically and say that that means I'm eating less. I actually need to exercise and eat like a normal person! That will be miraculous since it will be undoing about 15 years of habit, but I know it's possible!
2. I will start reading my scriptures every day again. Right now, I have no clue where they are. But I will find them and get back to the good stuff.
3. I will be nicer. Bridget wrote about how she would stop bitching about people behind their backs and be positive instead. I'm going to try that too. I'm sure daily scripture reading will help!
   
4. I will stop killing plants. It's time to accept that my thumb is not anything like green and stop buying those stupid mini-rose bushes no matter how much I love them (and I really really love them!), because all that happens is they die long, slow, tragic deaths and I'm sad until the next bunch goes on sale at Smith's. End the circle of death!
5. I will be nicer to my family, whom I love. Is that how you use whom?* It's somehow easier to be mean to the people you love because you feel like they can't just leave you, but I will show them how much I love them through kindness and not impatience. (Check most of them out in this awesome Christmas video!)
   
6. * I will learn the proper usage of words like "whom" and "resounding" so that when I use them in my blog, I'm not paranoid and nervous that I'm a grammatically challenged fool, but rather am full of confidence in my Webster's-like prowess (I will also learn the proper usage of "prowess" just in case).
   

I think those are maybe good for now. A few good, solid, achievable goals for the new year. Look out, 2009: HERE'S SUSIE!!!

Yo yo yo, and a ho ho ho: Merry Christmas dawgzz!

So last night after a long long day at the job site (Walmart - what better way to destroy the spirit of Christmas than to be forced to serve impatient, obnoxious, and angry procrastinators on Christmas Eve) I met up with my sisters and we headed to the ol' homestead. Or rather we would have if I hadn't seriously underestimated the amount of luggage two world travelers would need for a mere week's visit home. These girls have gone everywhere and all over, I had assumed that they would have two *maybe* three suitcases tops because surely they'd be expert packers by now. More fool I! But thanks to my sister Anna's mad tetris-like skills, we rearranged and repacked the car and started out just a bit later than planned.

I decided I was too tired to drive (again, Walmart - thanks for killing my spirit and draining my life forces from me on a daily basis), so I let Anna take the wheel. I'd say the combined driving skills in the family are pretty average, but there are a few members who tend to weave slightly (and by "slightly" I mean they weave like a snake crossing the hot desert sands) and who also hallucinate strange things when driving at night. Anna may or may not be one of those people, I'll never tell. But I will say that the two passangers did say a little prayer about halfway through when the driver got a bit sleepy at the same time the weather took a turn for the worse (it felt like any minute we would be whisked up into the air and off to Oz where we would run over Dorothy and the gang with my crap car).

Finally we made it home and after a delightful Christmas Eve and a morning filled with presents, laughter, and dropping the dog in the snow drifts outside and laughing hysterically while she tried to climb back out again, all I can say is Merry Christmas to all!! Loves :)

Book quotation

This week is again Terry Pratchett. What can I say, the man's just really funny to me. I like his books! This one is entitled Men at Arms.

No clowns were funny. That was the whole purpose of a clown. People laughed at clowns, but only out of nervousness. The point of clowns was that, after watching them, anything else that happened seemed enjoyable. It was nice to know there was someone worse off than you. Someone had to be the butt of the world.

So I have mixed feelings about this particular passage. On the one hand, looking over my life I can still point to my trip to the circus when I was about 24 as one of the most exciting times ever - yeah, you heard me; I was 24 (not 4) and I could barely sit still from excitement. I loved the clowns.

On the other hand, how many creepy killer clown movies are there? Could it be that I am in a rare minority that enjoys clowns while the rest of the world agrees with Mr. Pratchett that clowns are something to edge nervously away from, all the while showing neither your back nor your fear? As my little sister pointed out, no one has lips that big. What's that all about? Also, who can think of clowns without thinking of this (evidence both to the wrongness of clowns *and* Tim Curry).

At any rate, I think the statement (and the sentiment behind it) is really funny (even if I've creeped myself out looking for stuff about clowns).

Mad genius

This is a tribute to the brilliant creative mind that is my brother, David. Since before time remembered, my brother has made me laugh to the point that I never even had a chance of being witty back. My only contributions to some of our conversations were Goofy-like laughs and snorts.

I'm glad that he let me hang out with him all last year and take part in his movie schemes, whether it be zombie adventures, zooby adventures, or just sitting in the background giggling like in this video (a must see!).

So thank you David, for bringing the world a bit of sunshine and laughter. Thanks for the chuckles and for putting up with my hyperness. You are Teh Greatest.

For those who are about to die, we salute you!

This is a tribute to all my showzz that are getting the boot this year. It may seem like a silly post, but I'm a TV junky and I love these shows like they were family. The main problem is that either I have horrible taste or the media does. I'm pretty sure it's the media.

Pushing Daisies - Why, gods of television, WHY?? I blame everything for the demise of this beautiful show (both literally beautiful and hyperbolically beautiful): ABC for turning out to be as moronic as Fox*, the public for not watching this show more and keeping ratings up, Neilsen for being a crappy ratings system anyway, and the weather because that's SOP when blame is involved. I mean, could *you* cancel this?And what, you ask, is replacing it? Lost reruns! Hooray. My mortal enemy, Lost, who has strung me along like that guy that you should dump but you just can't because maybe someday it will actually go somewhere. Whatever, I hate everything.

Eli Stone (probably, it seems) - Finally a show that is intelligent and humorous and stars Johnny Lee Miller *AND* it has singing and dancing. Of course it gets canceled. Once again, I blame ABC for sucking and not realizing a good thing when it's got one. The replacement - Primetime: What Would You Do? I'll tell you what I'd do, I'd kill Diane Sawyer and her stupid show for booting Johnny Lee Miller out of my weekly life. I LOVE YOU JLM!

Lipstick Jungle - Okay, so I don't really care so much about this show, it's just another thorn to prick at me and make me mad. The thing is, I liked Cashmere Mafia so much better, but the public picked this show as the winner in the contest of shows about beautiful power women, and now it's getting canceled too! Stupid public.

There were quite a few other fledgling shows that didn't make it from the nest, but I won't bother listing them. I'd rather also pay tribute to my other TV peeps that were killed by the writers' strike last year: Moonlight (sexy vampire detective? How could it fail??), Journeyman (time travel, hot Scottish guy from Made of Honor... again, how?), Miss Guided (just so cute), and Bionic Woman (she was supposed to be unstoppable!).

I lay a single rose at your headstones.


*Fox, the notorious stupid-heads who canceled Firefly, Arrested Development, and Futurama which then had to be made into movies to appease angry fans. Can they ever be forgiven for this? I think not.

Incidentally

I think I could watch those mome raths outgrabe all day. Here, watch them some more they're SO CUTE.