Random thoughts since I can’t make sense of much today.

The cut on my left index finger still hurts. Man, I did a number on this. But I don’t think I can blame it for my lousy typing anymore.

The Sharks are up two-zero over the edmonton oilers. Don’t tell me the strike killed hockey; not when the shark tank is sold out every game and generally considered the loudest arena in the NHL. What strike? Hockey’s back, and my team are rippin’ it up. I smell stanley cup.

I need to write something. I desperately need to write. I can’t seem to get anything to come out when I try.

I love 24. There, I said it. I don’t care how many plot holes it has, how implausible the plots, how nonsensical the dialog, how purely wrong some of the techno-jargon. It’s the best fucking thing on teevee. Jack Bauer is the hero’s hero. I don’t know how they do it, how they maintain this quality of breathless intensity, but it’s fuckin’ brilliant.

There’s a new Tool album out. I dunno about the music, but the packaging is amazing. This is one to buy on CD, even if you’re a downloader.

I’m tired of waking up feeling depressed. This is getting kind of old.

Why is no one saying – this is what Big Love is based on. The press hasn’t seemed to make a peep about it. And I must say, I don’t know why, but I love Big Love. And it’s not just because I got to see Chloë Sevigny riding on Bill Paxton last week. As much as I’d like to pose her that way on me, there’s just something so involving about this show.

I just got Trica Allen’s new book, and it’s fabulous. If you care at all about polynesian tattooing, it’s a must-have.

I’m reading Deja Dead by Kathy Reichs. This is the series Bones is based on. And let me say, 1) The show is much better than the book (so far), and 2) my god, this woman loves to fill her books with irrelevant personal detail about the characters. The forensic, technical stuff’s great, but who fucking cares about anything thing not related to that? Yet there are pages and pages and pages of it. I’m just hoping this gets better, cause the good parts are really interesting.

I’m thinking about sailboats again. *Sigh*.

And on yet another teevee note – who doesn’t love Supernatural? After 24, it’s my favorite show of the year, and as with Big Love, it’s hard to say why. It’s not that great, not that well written, not that fantastically well acted. Yet it all comes together perfectly, just the right amount of camp, great looking cast, all the right borrowings from westerns, quest stories, detective shows, X-files, Buffy, and Kolchak, The Night Stalker. And it’s got the best damned soundtrack of seventies rock, and the coolest car. The season just ended, but pick it up in re-runs or look too DVD (Soon, I hope). It rules, but you have to just let it be what it is and not expect too much in any one area. Enjoy it’s rich, campy goodness.

I’m having the devil’s own time getting any work done this week. I have deadlines on stuff and I’m behind on everything and yet my head’s oh-so-full of non-work shit. Other people’s problems, my own problems, people I want to help, see, talk to. The desire to be outside instead of at a desk. Tattoos. I need to get shit done and I can’t.

And I’m writing this when I should be getting ready for work.