Gypsy Poetry

One day, I shall take back my evenings from the television. But it will not be this day.

Lost last night was interesting enough, but I’ve been getting the feeling that the writers are groping around to find new stuff to toss at the Losties. At least Ana Lucia wasn’t quite as much of an obnoxious bitch. Also, getting tired of Jack and Locke comparing the size of their dicks. But as long as Sawyer keeps taking his shirt off, I’ll keep watching. Yes, I am shallow. Thanks.

And I get the feeling I’m going to have another TV addiction. Heist came on NBC after Lost, and it was pretty damned spiffy. I like the snappy dialogue and the fun twists, and I love Dougray Scott. Is it just me, though, or does the female detective remind anyone else of Trillian in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy? Wossername? Zooey Deschanel. But yes, Dougray should definitely keep wearing the black turtlenecks and the porn star sunglasses. I am very shallow.

So, what do I have to look forward to on Ye Olde TeeVee next week? Well, there’s Grey’s Anatomy on Sunday, along with that spiffy Perfect Disaster show on Discovery. I’m such a whore for the catastrophe stuff. I think there’s a new House on Tuesday, and there’s definitely new eps of Bones and Lost, and here’s hoping for new Heist on Wednesday.