Saturday Bliss

After dreaming about serial killers--which Dish does often--I woke up gasping at 4:52 a.m. and tuned in to The Brady Bunch. Poor Bobby watched Cinderella and thought Florence Henderson was going to be a bitchy stepmonster so he decided to run away. Suitcase in hand, Miss Wessonality went right with him, proving her devotion. I was moved to tears and fell right back to sleep, the Hannibal Lecters of my psyche banished by a mother's love.

Today in television, beginning of Season 5 of The L Word. My favorites of the female Queer As Folk crew are the old broads--Jane Lynch, Holland Taylor, and Cybill Shepherd. These great actresses steal every scene from the young upstarts. Truth be told, if I lived on that show, I'd fall hard for Shane played by Katherine Moening. The girl is a sorceress (just like Brian Kinney), though I keep wanting to fix her freaking hair. It gets more crooked with each season. This might be to show her "rough edges" in contrast to the other lipsticked, coiffed, and beskirted characters.

Update: Superman arrived in Nigeria and went to visit a men's prison. A minor tussle occurred--probably over his blue cape and red tights--and he had to be escorted out. He saw the guards feeding live chickens to alligators. So glad I hear these things after the fact.