· The moment I’ve been waiting for: finally the end of Melrose Place, in reruns, on the Style network. I am almost embarrassed to say that I have attempted to watch every episode of Melrose Place. I am not really sure why. I think I wanted to track how the show went from a respectable attempt at drama to the worst in heavy syrup. I could go on and on with actual analysis, how bad Jamie Luner was, the ridiculous misuse of Rena Sofer; but for months now, I have been praying for it to end. After Sydney gets run over by her old roommate’s escaped convict father on her wedding day, and Sydney’s husband commits suicide on the side of the road, the shark had officially been jumped.
· I wonder if J-Lo’s new perfume smells like ass? Or does it smell like the Bronx? Is there a difference?
· I’m starting a war on people who don’t get the sarcasm. You know who you are.
· How did y’all like the Hours? I just started the movie and my gosh, it’s kind of… unexciting. It’s improving but damn. That’s a slow ass beginning. Maybe this is why I never read any Virginia Woolf.