Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Apparently, I am now known by sight at my hall’s mail desk. I haven’t been ordering that much. It’s just that Amazon is being very helpful and splitting my orders up to send them faster. Yes, that’s the reason. Denial is great.

Firefly finally found its mark last Friday, with a witty and inventive episode written by Joss Whedon. No sound in space! A gun called Vera! A special place in hell reserved for people who talk in theatres! Pity it'll probably be cancelled by Fox in a few weeks (although last Friday's ratings were up from the week before).

Somebody needs to tie Amy Acker down and feed her several Elvis-sized burgers. In last season's Angel, she was extremely thin; in last night's season opener she seemed to have had all the fat in her body sucked out with a twin-vortex Dyson. Not pretty at all. Go on, have a chip, Amy.

I'm planning on going to the cinema this week. Mainly because I haven't been for almost two months now, which is actually worse than my record back at home. What should I see? The Rules of Attraction, or White Oleander?

currently playing: Pulp - Babies