So it seems I’ve contracted a terrible disease called laziness. At first I thought I was merely recovering from a serious state of exhaustion, but now it’s obvious I’ve been afflicted. So basically, I don’t want to do anything these days. I don’t even want to leave my house. I want to lounge in my pajamas and watch the Law & Order marathon and read my new Life book (courtesy of Al). I’ve already exhausted my new supply of Kathy Griffin DVDs (courtesy of dismarum) and The Lost Room DVDs (courtesy of my brother). Normally, sitting around and doing nothing, i.e. “hanging out” normally drives me nuts. And now, because of all the crap I’ve neglected to put away, I can barely find room in my bed to take my not-at-all-necessary nap. No joke. I’m even too lazy to do the things that require little-to-no physical effort: responding to emails, reading stories for the Tech journal, returning phone calls, etc. Be forewarned: it might be catching. In fact, you sitting there reading this may mean you’ve already caught it.

Okay. So now on to the random digressions:
The next season of Kathy Griffin’s My Life on the D-List starts filming on New Year’s Eve. That’s, um, tomorrow. The episodes won’t air until this summer, but I’m excited all the same.

Is it sad that in something like 1.2 seconds I can tell if I’ve already seen an episode of L&O? No exaggeration there. I hear the Ching Ching of the L&O bells, Benson pops up on the screen, and one second later I’m all, “Oh, darn, I’ve seen this one too many times. I want a new one.”

Hey, why does this guy wear feathers?

Let there be no mistake: if the illegal immigrants in this country are suddenly deported, our economy will fall to its knees.

Can anyone open a CD or DVD with ease? I’ve never been able to do it. Crap, hell.

Thanks to Cousin Shanna, I now know to keep up with the Writers Guild strike on TVGuide’s Strike Watch.

Okay. Next obsession? I linked it above, and I’ll link it again: The Lost Room The Lost Room The Lost Room. It appeals to all of my serious obsessions and compulsions. Take, for example, my bizarre, inherent desire to collect things. I never actually like many things enough to collect them (except blue stars and piggy banks and now, I’m afraid, snow globes), but I always want to collect things or feel compelled to collect things, as in the case of the Bryan White CDs. (That’s more attributable to my precedent-tradition issues, though.) So, this mini-series, The Lost Room, is essentially about various collectors of objects with random powers. Literally less than an hour into the show, I got a desire to collect objects identical to the objects in the show. To kick off the obsession, the DVD came with two objects used throughout the series—a pen and a bus ticket. Turns out, there are fan sites online and eBay stores where people collect and sell objects and exchange information. It’s like fuel to the fire. All it took was a damn pen and a bus ticket and I’m addicted.

Uh, alright. No more rambling for now.

Peace, love, and a Happy New Year.