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well, in a little bit of procrastination i turned on the telly and there's nothing much on. except on channel 9, i don't know the name of that network anymore—is it the cw? anyway, there's some really hilariously bad show on that feels like a cable access telenovela and it brings me back to when i was a boomerang kid (that is, living at home as an adult) and there was cable and late at night i'd turn on the tee-vee before hitting it, and there was, invariably, on the usa network some impossibly stupid show with big tits and big hair (usually blond) and music for making out if you happen to live in a midrange hotel elevator, and intrigue too, and it all felt like it had been once upon a time a soft porn presentation, but the porny shots were excised, so now it was simply terrible dialogue, and stilted acting, and, somehow, improbably gripping.

when a woman says to a man, 'promise me you had nothing to do with her murder?' and he replies with a meaningful look and a tender kiss on her knuckle, all you can do is drink a beer and promise yourself you'll get hbo. or at least a dvd hookup.

in other news, i got an email from a finn who i've never met but i met a friend of his. so i wrote back. but i wonder if we'll ever meet in person. that would be a kick. but i've heard there are high depression rates there and i don't know how much i need to be around that shizz. but if we moved to rome or barcelona or amsterdam, that's something i can git behind.