Maybe not since I can't critique Newsroom, the new Jeff Daniels, Emily Mortimer, Aaron Sorkin show. I'll Netflix it just as I did zzzz-Mildred Pierce. But you don't care about what I don't see. There's nothing on with all my stories wrapped up. I only hold on for the final The Closer (so over it), The Real L Word and Bachelor Pad. Oh right, Sandusky was convicted, as if there was any doubt. Big victories for his victims and those future victims who've been saved. Hallaylooya! So much innocence lost. I do follow the news. Last night, TG and I toyed with the idea of taking a picture of me next to big Anderson Cooper so as to recreate the real-life pic of me and AC. It'll never happen again. His blue eyes are scorching.
It's a heartbreaking day in our household. We finished The Shield. When the final episode ended, we were like WTF was THAT? Open ending with so much ACTING. Blink, Vic. It makes the tears come faster. Think of something SAD! We've decided Walton Goggins wins Best Actor for the series with a special award to Andre Benjamin for being awesome on the show and in general.
Now we are so bored that TG called our landline from his iPad. When I wouldn't pick up the phone (because I knew it was a prank), he answered and conversed with "Nick Rhodes." At least he got the name right, instead of Jill Kardashian!
