Baby, Maybe, Someday

First of all, I have not been so extremely blown away from a tv show in a long time then I was by Life last night. Just...wow. I love that show a lot at this moment. Of all the new TV shows this year, I'm pretty sure that one is my favorite. LOVE.

Also, I am now working on "Keys", which features both Marg Helgenberger and Gary Dourdan WAY before CSI. It's making me happy. Gary has dreads! If they make out, I might just spontaneously combust. William Petersen and Jorja Fox should totally make out in a movie together. I'd dig it.

Now I'm going to talk about politics, because I found out today that I couldn't care less until it affects me.

( About the morning after pill... )

Okay, y'all. Say you're at work and you're working on a show, and it's a good show that you like a lot. Well, it's Reaper. And say that you come across a woman that makes you want to vomit, and you ask yourself, "who is this woman and why does she make me want to vomit?" And then you look closer. And then you check IMDB to make sure it is who you think it is. And then you really do want to vomit.

Why? Because it's fucking Melinda Clarke. LADY HEATHER, y'all. Apparently I can't see this fine talented actress without wanting to get sick all over the place. It's not her fault, really. I suppose it's the fault of whoever the crap it is at CBS who looovvvess Melinda Clarke and insists on bringing her in to fuck up relationships right before someone gets buried under a car in the desert.

See what happens, Grissom? When you associate with Lady Heather, your girlfriend gets buried under cars, and then SHE LEAVES YOU!

Um, okay. I'm okay. I will work on this show even though Melinda Clarke triggers my gag reflex.

Oh, and also? She's playing the devil's mistress. That's...funny.

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