grunbergs

I was correct about my Hollywood buddy Greg Grunberg, a cuddly teddy-bear-like chubby guy who once starred in a sitcom opposite Jason Bateman SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, being in Heroes. He plays Matt Parkman, a low-ranking, dyslexic cop whose marriage has fallen apart, but he hears voices dun dun dun. Yay? I will give it a try, though it has a Lost feel about it. I was watching some Eddie Izzard and BBC The Office online. They were good... not great but pretty funny. Sacha Baron Cohen's character Borat is hilarious though. Guiltily so. It's not witty humor or anything, but the first few YouTube videos I saw, I couldn't stop laughing. "I had the sex, last night." HAHAHAHAHA. Yes I know, reader, it sounds stupid... and yet. Project Runway is another guilty pleasure lately. It's on tonight but I can't watch it, boo.
TV shows I want to catch up on:
NewsRadio (yes, a Greg favorite)
Seinfeld (I never watched Seinfeld, and always thought it was kinda dumb without giving it a chance. But a lot of smart people think it is brilliant. So I want to watch it)
Scrubs (I've only seen the first season)
Battlestar Galactica (why not?)
There were more but I forgot what they were. I don't know why I'm so spacey and uninteresting when I write in this blog. Sorry reader. I'll keep it as a travel/research journal and perhaps try to continue last year's grand Let's Pick Up British Boys Near Terrorist Memorials Project (I cringe even writing it). Although perhaps we can save that for when Reader, Me, and Mutual Friend of Me and Reader go to Europe, whether it be next year or in ten.

Crap. Maybe I should write my last will and testament.