Showing posts with label I love tv except for reality shows which bite it and that includes dancing with has beens and annoying singing shows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I love tv except for reality shows which bite it and that includes dancing with has beens and annoying singing shows. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Moore... Benjamin Moore

I should insert some James Bond-ish picture here, but I'm too lazy for that. I finally finished my last painting project in the house, the master bedroom. Which would make me the MASTER. Muah ha haa! I need an Igor. I could use the kids but they're too disobedient. Meh. Anyway, two months + of removing wallpaper that went up some time between Star Wars and The Empire Strikes Back and two days to paint. What? Oh, Summer Mist:


You know what? That's a lie. It was waaaaaaay longer than two months. I started pulling off that crap ages ago. That's when I discovered the layer of paper bag like... well, paper still attached to the wall and gave up for awhile. Then there was a few half-hearted attempts to pick it off followed by fabric softener in a spray bottle, buckets of hot water and a garden hoe and finally just setting it on fire. Whatever, it's all in the past.

I didn't do Random Tuesday yesterday, partly because of all the painting, but mostly because it's the most wonderful time of the year! No, I'm not referring to that Staples commercial and the kids going back to school. Whatever. It's mid-September and that means season premiers and the start of the new TV season. Bones and Fringe started last week, Weeds started Sunday and Monday was back to back House and Heroes! New shows from eight til midnight! (Oh and if you watch Fringe, was that scene where Agent Dunham flies through the window of her SUV an hour after the accident cool or what?) In fact, as I'm writing this last night (heh) I'm watching NCIS and NCIS: Los Angeles. Mmm, Cote de Pablo. There's just something about a woman who can handle a gun. Speaking of guns, Summer Glau is on Dollhouse now that Sarah Connor is cancelled, but I don't know. As much as I love her, I just can't get into that show. Grey's Anatomy starts tomorrow which means two hours of me weeping in Supreme Leader's arms as she mutters about me acting like a girl and telling me to bitch up. Quality time.

Hmm? I know I was leading towards something when I started, or at least I assume I was, but it's gone now. So paint and TV! Peace out!