Tv, Curd, Herpes & My Sausage. (In no particular order)

Asking for an iron at 3QF is the equivalent of telling a really funny joke. I’m sure it didn’t help (or helped the joke) that I was in the kitchen making dinner when I asked the boys-ies if they had one. Even though (for once) I actually needed an iron (because right now my scarf resembles a really long fuzzy sausage), I’m rather impressed that not one of us owns one. It’s true, I don’t believe in ironing. I don’t enjoy ironing, I rarely think it’s necessary, they get really hot, and a few wrinkles never hurt anyone. Plus I’m real lazy.

Seriously, you should watch this show.

While it appears to be just another CSI/cop/detective shows, I can guarantee you it is not. I find with that trend of television, there is very little character development and each episode is entirely a plot of clues to figure out, with very few insights on the characters internally. You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. Initially the appeal of Boomtown was it’s structure, the Rashomon like way they showed each crime from many points of view, repeating, overlapping and rearranging the events of each episode. It’s not about “solving the mystery” but rather the people doing it; in many cases the guilty party maintaining their guilt, as opposed to some big reveal at the end exposing the least likely suspect. Blah. That’s stuff gets so boring. At times it can be a little dramatically heavy, but there are infusions of humour. I also love the music, the opening credits, the very charming Donnie Wahlberg (former NKOTB-er) and the fact that one of the characters often listens to Oasis.

Speaking of things I like, a co-worker went to Belleville this weekend and brought me some cheese curd (the real deal) from Reid’s Dairy. Mmmmmmm, cheese curd. Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it!

What do you call two brothers that share the herpes virus?
I dunno, ask Kate. (Who should seriously consider starting her own cat fund!...)