Listening to this–look up the smooth sounds of Daley, a new, Brit soul artist. You’ll like him, I promise. And if you don’t, this recommendation never happened–and being shuttled back home from work by way of metro. Good times?
Time for my rants. Here come the bullets.
- Heroes. I was initially intrigued about a television show dealing with superheroes, having been a rabid Superman girl since my mom bought us the comic books when we were kids (thanks, Mom). So, I decided to see what the hype was about. A number of long, drawn out, head-scratching eps later, I was done. Sorry. Where were the heroes? There were lots of close-ups where people looked to the sky before the commercial break, sure. But actual heroes? Didn’t see any. Won’t be going back to that one.
- Cloris Leachman. Before the rant, I have to say that I LOVE Cloris Leachman. I heart her, I lurve her, the whole shebang. When Cloris replaced Mrs. Garret on “The Facts of Life,” I was like wha? WHERE’S MRS. GARRETT? But, in the end, me and Beverly Anne Stickle were pals for life. So, when I heard that Ms. Cloris would be competing on “Dancing with the Stars” I was thrilled. Who cares about her age? All of that said, Cloris must go. Now. She must be removed from the show. Now. America, we get it. You love toying with us. Quit it. Seriously. She can’t dance.
- Revivals. By this, I mean shows like “90210” and “Knight Rider.” Enough. Let the past remain the past. Please. Of course, I refuse to watch these revivals, but it would be nice to know that they’re not taking up programming space.
- The dentist. I have to go in for a procedure today, so this is my way of complaining.
That’s all, folks. On a happy note, autumn is here, and it feels great. I need boots.