They can see no reasons-Cuz there are no reasons

It's country night on Idol. I want Sanjaya to sing "Beer for my Horses"--NO! "How do you like me now?"--NO! "Who's Yr Daddy?"--OH FUCK! AYTHING BY TOBY KEITH!!! That would be beautiful and I would spend all of my House commercial breaks and General Hospital viewing time voting for him.

I advanced to the intervew stage with NYC Teaching Fellowship. I'd applied whilst in the same basic state as inspired me to buy Rudebox. I didn't think I'd get anywhere with it.
I won't be interviewing I don't think. I'd have to travel to NYC and spend a few days in a hostel and not even get to see Jon Stewart or Stehen Colbert. It would cost many dollars and then I'd probably get the job and take it because I'm an adrenaline junky and then I'd get stabbed by a pissed off 16 year old boy who didn't get good enough grades to stay on the football team and the only eulogy I'd get would be four words from Pop: "I told her so."

So, as exciting as a weekend in New York would be, I'm going to save it up and try to get there to see TDS and TCR in the summer. I'm trying to get that teaching thing rolling, but maybe it's best if I stick it out here in Nashvegas. In a ghetto that only gets one murder a year. Where the helicopters only pass over a couple of times a summer. When the hoodlums are more interested in getting beer than drawing blood.

I'm kidding, you know. About some of that. It's not really a ghetto here. It's more like a grotto.

The weather's better, anyway.

We'll steal your heart. And your lawnmower.

Other news doesn't exist.

Yesterday's news was very upsetting. It doesn't even seem real. I know it is. But it's hard to believe.

Coupland is giving me the psycho-puppy eye. You know the one.

Tonight on House--I dunno. Something cool. Quick House rant-
Dear H/W Fandom:
I know that it pains you that they aren't in a lot of scenes together anymore. I know you watch the show because of the awesome chemistry they possess. And the prettty. Stop pretending it's not about the pretty. I know you want hot chocolate covered House/Wilson action.
Not only do I respect that--I totally want that.
That's why I read/write the pr0n. Kinky, dirty, graphic porn. SRSLY, you ship a gay pairing, that's all your going to get. GTFO.
They're friends. Unbelievably attractive men that happen to be friends. But, do you have friends? Do you see them all the time? Do you get along with them all the time? NO! Does that mean you aren't friends with the other person? Again---NO.
Oh, dear, fandom. I'm so fond of you. You're full of awesome people with great wit and charm. Why do you have to be so damned stupid?
There's never going to be even a hug between the two. A kiss is out of the question. A relationship? Are you kidding me?
I want that. I would be THRILLED to see two men express affection and romantic love on primetime network television. That would make me very happy. I hold out hope that I'm wrong. But I'm not going to give up on the show because there's no signs that's going to happen.
I've watched a lot of TV in my day. I've been in a lot of fandoms.
Guess what?
You can't always get what you want.