I love Buffy.

But I'm sure I must have said that somewhere before.

Spent the day traipsing around the City again. Got the mail, bought a few books, CDs, videos, fries. By the way, Kylie Minogue rocks. She did a cheesy song back in the 90s or whenever, and I never thought I'd like to buy an album of hers, but I was at a listening station at Virgin and she just called out to me. Then I spent a couple of hours riding BART here and there. Ah, the life of a consultant.

Now I'm watching the incredibly cheesy Wolf Lake on UPN. Really bad dialogue. What is it with writers who think that every line should be a crack-up? I know, sometime I succumb to the same devices, but at least I don't try to pass it off as legitimate writing. I know I don't when it comes to this blog. It used to be that I only watched Star Trek and then pushed the unplugged TV back into its corner using the free electrical socket for something else more entertaining. And then somehow I got roped into watching one more show after another. And now, sometimes I let the TV run as filler noise in between shows that I really care about. Wolf Lake just happens to be one of those filler-noise shows. It's so outrageous that some of these shows actually get funding and a slot of air time. Like who's the group at the round table that said, "yeah, a town full of werewolves where the moon is always full, with a tough-talking cop from Seattle [sic] who goes to find his runaway girlfriend...and she's a werewolf, too. Yeah, that'll sell. Let's do it!"

That's really it.

I was silly enough to write this at 9:48 PM