I know all four of you are wondering where I've been, and more importantly, why I haven't been recapping your favorite television shows. Fret not, for all is right with my world and I haven't abandoned my muse, the tube of boob.
Work's been a little frantic lately and I haven't had time to do any writing. Of course, now that things are slowing down a bit and I have a bit more time, it's series finale time all over the dadgum place.
Monday will be a dark, dark day in our house, for it marks the end of someone's favorite television show, Alias. Someone claims that Alias is the best show in the history of television, but I beg to differ. Although I must admit, I'm rather sucked in by the Rambaldi storyline. I'm curious enough to pull out the DVDs and catch up on what I missed in the pre-Tony days of my boring-ass life.
The Office came to a close with perhaps the BEST Michael lines of the entire series so far. After Toby informs Michael that it's probably not a good idea to invite boy scouts to Casino night to accept a charitable donation from Dunder-Mifflin, Michael offers up these gems:
Why are you the way that you are? Honestly, every time I try to do something fun or exciting, you make it...not...that way. I hate...so much...all the things that you choose to be.
I really need to wear diapers when I watch that show.
In other tv news, I'm anxiously awaiting the finales of Lost, Top Chef and American Idol. Who isn't, though?
Now. On to the most important thing. TARCon.
After Monday, Tony will agree that The Amazing Race is the single greatest show on television. I think you all know how I feel about that show, so I won't elaborate. For the first time, Tony and I and our friends Melissa, Jen, and Shawn (who auditioned with us for The World Series of Pop Culture Trivia) attended TARCon - The Amazing Race convention.
Holy.
Crap.
I have never in my life had more fun. Have you ever screamed until you tasted blood? No? Well, that's what will happen when you watch the season finale of your favorite show with about 200 other rabid fans and your favorite team wins the million dollar prize. You should try it sometime. It's fun.
More fun, though, is mingling with other fans, meeting past and current racers, and basking in the manic glow that is the world of reality television. There's something kind of strange that happens when normal people engage in a celebrity world, and like the other 200-some people at New York City's Stitch on May 17, 2006, I'm drawn to that world.
So that's what's been up with me. What about you?