Battlestar Galactica. Gone. Nothing until 2008. I can't even string words together - I'm left without a television obsession to stand on - no Deadwood, no Battlestar Galactica. Gilmore Girls is finishing off its 7 year run with an inadequate swoop right back to THE EXACT SAME PLACE we were at the end of Season 4 (thanks again AS-P, you wanker). Veronica Mars is changing its format. 24 is all right, but I'm used to watching them on DVD, and I just don't find them as good doled out in weekly doses - with commercials yet. And Top Design? Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucks. It sucks so hard that I can't even watch it out of misplaced Project Runway loyalty. And while I'll continue to watch The Riches, I note a precipitous drop in my interest level anytime My Pretend Husband is not on screen.
Sigh.
Thank goodness the summer movies approacheth - and the drive-in is already re-opened, so that is something. I can certainly look forward to Captain Jack Sparrow, Venom-infested Spidey, Ratatouille, Order of the Phoenix, Oceans 13 and anything else involving absurd outsized explosions and giggles. But these are one-offs - inadequate (at least until I know exactly how much Cap'n Jack runs around the World's End with arms flailing madly) to support a full blown obsession.
And then, of course, there is the last Harry Potter - sweet sorrow indeed - I'm in the middle of the first prepatory re-read. But again, at some point on or about July 23 (release date plus reading time) it'll all be over but the weeping.
And then, of course, there is the last Harry Potter - sweet sorrow indeed - I'm in the middle of the first prepatory re-read. But again, at some point on or about July 23 (release date plus reading time) it'll all be over but the weeping.
Sigh redux. What does one do with a life absent a healthy obsession?
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