The best moment of my day was when I dreamed I was eskimo kissing with Cobie Smulders. Why we were kissing eskimos rather than each other, I’ll never understand, but you take what you can get.
In further news I was watching a rerun of “Glee” tonight. I haven’t been a big fan, but lately I’m getting caught up in it, in spite of the several instances of conservative bashing that normally drives me away from a show pretty much for good. What can I say? These people have talent, and I love watching them sing and dance, in spite of the fact that they hold me and mine in contempt.
But they really start to lose me with stuff like this:
I like singing and dancing. I don’t like attitude just for the apparent sake of attitude, and I especially don’t like New York-centric attitude. Listen, I lived in New York for years, and I hope to live in New York again. But being in New York doesn’t make you special, and it’s pathetic to see anyone asserting otherwise.
That video makes the characters look like naive douches, at best.
But damn it, I can’t help liking Glee in spite of that. And even though she has disappointed me tremendously by acting like a bully and an asshole in Newsweek, there are few people on television who give me more pleasure than Jane Lynch.