| 24 may 2001 so a big sigh from me today.� why?� because the television season is over for me.� egads.� what the hell do i do now when i come home from work?� relegated to reruns?� i've already forgotten what they do with television during the offseason.� sigh.� and everything will REALLY go to shit once the NBA playoffs are done... what do you have then?� old, stale tv plus baseball (PUKE)? so the last finale that i cared about was _dawson's_ last night.� it seemed like a series finale rather than a season finale, because hell, they're all going to college and stuff... somehow, they're all going to wind up in boston together.� that's what james van der beek said on _the daily show_ a few weeks ago.� i don't know how they're going to pull that, since dawson is supposed to go to USC. but anyways, the finale was kind of sad.� best friends parting ways.� but then, they ruined with dawson and joey kissing.� what the hell was that about?� what DOES it mean?� do they love each in "that" way?� or was is a platonic kiss?� TELL ME! sigh. woo shit.� somebody is eating something that smells like burnt ricecakes.� yuck.� i think it's over-microwaved popcorn. but anyways, back to television... at least i have something to hold me over... because... WOO HOO DIGGITY MOFO CHOPS!� i got my _sex and the city_ complete second season DVD set today!� yeah.� 18 juicy episodes!� and there's the one with the uncircumcised man (he's my people, you see) who gets the knife job!� i liked that one.� i've seen most of the second season, but man, this is one show that can be watched over and over again.� i'd even venture to say that it's more satisfying in reruns than the classic _friends_ episodes. so.� *drool*� it's not that i think any of the four women are hot or anything.� i think it'd be too much if one of my hollywood crushes were actually on that show.� but i just like the way the girls talk about sex and relationships in a frank and honest manner.� of course i don't think it's totally realistic or gospel or anything, but their dialogue is certainly true to life.� i really miss cursing on television (after i stopped getting HBO).� it's not because i'm vulgar or anything, but sometimes i think the most appropriate word for some situations is... well... FUCK. ----- the big buzz is that my coworker adam went away for vacation, and came back a new man.� he's decided to diet.� i mean seriously diet.� he's on weight watchers!� and it seems like the whole company knows, because every day, we're like all watching out for his points and his dietary intake.� poor guy.� he's hungry because he's not used to eating so little, but it's kind of cute and endearing in a way. last night during dinner, he was like eating some chicken, and he was licking the bones so intently because he was still hungry.� we all suggested he slack off by one point and tackle some sirlion tri-tip.� he took a bite, and went, "oh... this is SO good."� it looked like he had tasted something totally divine. the ironic thing was that i was applauding his self-restraint and stuff, yet... i ate like THREE places of food.� well, that sounds like a lot, but i actually got some fruit (!!!) and salad (!!!).� those of you who know me that i am like the total carnivore/eat-a-ton-of-fat-and-bad-for-you-shit kind of guy.� i crave foods that will kill your heart and clog your arteries.� so yeah, i'm kind of proud of myself for getting some melons and strawberries and oranges last night.� and what's even better, i enjoyed it! i really should eat better.� and stop smoking.� and start running.� all these things that i should do because i think i'm utterly unhealthy.� well, with the exception of playing basketball. oh, speaking of b-ball, today, i managed to do this sweet crossover move that faked the pants out of my defender, and i finished it off with a finger roll that actually went into the basket.� yay.� hallelujah bad-ass feel-good maneuver for the day. ----- i have OCD.� not that i've been diagnosed or anything, but i know i have some minor symptoms of it. case in point: the oddest thing i do is something the medical field calls "evening up."� it's this unsettling feeling when there's lack of symmetry in my life.� for me, it has to do with being left-handed.� i think the root of the logic goes: since i'm left-handed, i favor more things with my left side, so that makes me feel unbalanced, so i have to overcompensate with my right side. and what i do is this: (ten minutes later) you know how there are lines on the ground?� like lines between tiles in the floor, of virtual lines where two walls meet, or the virtual line of a doorway?� i have to cross more of them with my right foot than my left.� that makes me feel more balanced.� so sometimes you'll see me make tiny baby steps with my left foot, and sometimes i'll make huge leaping bounds with my right foot to cover more lines. and the reason why i said "ten minutes later" is because rahul just came in with my rubik's cube.� it was all jumbled up, and another of my OCD things is that if i see a jumbled cube, i HAVE to solve it before i do anything else.� otherwise i feel all weird. my obssessions aren't that bad.� i mean, it's little stuff like that, plus other stuff like having to check e-mail every night as the _very_ last thing i do before sleeping.� (heh, thank goodness cleo e-mailed me last night, because i actually got something in my inbox before i went to sleep).� but anyways, yeah, they're little things that aren't terribly intrusive in my life. a lot of studies have linked tourette's with OCD.� and ADD.� yeah.� it's weird.� the brain is quite a tricky little bugger, isn't it? |