Well, it's been awhile

Does anyone even read this thing anymore? Very sorry to neglect this. I'll try to do better.

In the time since I last wrote...
- I moved to Chapel Hill, which is about 30 minutes from Raleigh. Bit of a commute, but I love it here. This is home to me. I lived here almost 10 years ago, and it's quite different now, but still the most wonderful town.
- I've worked a helluva lot. Our site is much different now.
- I am so sick of the Duke Lacrosse scandal that you have no idea.
- The Tar Heels seem to give me a weekly heart attack. They're so great and their bench is so stacked, but they seem to save it all up for spurts of greatness and slack off the rest of the time. The Titans made me proud this year by overcoming the Haynesworth debacle and opening up a fine career for Vince Young. Liverpool...I don't even know where to start. My fantasy team this year was total crap -- I was too distracted to pay it proper attention, I'm afraid. Hate the Bears, hate Chelsea, loved the Saints, intrigued by the idea of Becks in LA, and watching more rugby than I have in a long time.
- My brain has decided that it doesn't like to be in my body, so it's been in total revolt for a long time now. If anyone out there wants to perform a transplant, lemme know.
- Thanks to the above, I am no longer drinking at all, no caffeine or chocolate. And it's pretty damn sad when your nightly meds take the place of an actual meal.
- Still watching and loving House. Like most fans, I wish that Tritter had died of mercury poisoning from that rectal thermometer and left House alone. I'm not entirely happy with how that whole arc was written -- Hugh Laurie played the addict hitting rock-bottom wonderfully, but I don't think the writers didn't play his intelligence until the last ep, and don't get me started on Wilson's actions. I'm not thrilled with the spoilers for the upcoming eps (Chase/Cameron is a trainwreck, y'all) but I'm looking forward to some better POTWs and more interesting medical drama and less pathos.
- Other shows I've liked: How Do You Solve A Problem Called Maria? (MUCH better than the American/Grease version), Mock the Week, catching up on old Little Britains, the Colbert Report, Graham Norton's Bigger Picture, Ant & Dec's Saturday Night Takeaway...you can see that I'm on a British kick here. I wonder if I could someday qualify for MyBBC access if I prove my ultimate Britishness?
- I tend to get stuck on/obsessive about one particular artist or show for a long time, usually years after everyone else is in love with them. Right now I'm totally besotted with Robbie Williams' stuff. I've liked him for a very long time, since "Millenium" and "Better Man" and all the other stuff Americans knew about in a distant sense but never appreciated properly. But then I heard "Rudebox" and was completely blown away (funny, because it seems like the Brits are underwhelmed by it, but every American I've talked to that's heard the album loves it.) Then at Thanksgiving, I was here alone (cues "awwwws") and ended up watching "Live at Knebworth" on BBC America. Since then, I've been looking for everything and anything he's done (and there's a lot -- thank God for Half.com!) Not only is he the ultimate rock star on stage, he also seems to possess a way with words and a cynical/emotional/depressive look at love and living that makes me feel like someone gets it. It just figures that he's a huge star everywhere but here, and it'll be a miracle if I ever get to see him live. Ah well. I can appreciate from afar, thanks to the miracle of DVDs. :) I had to take two weeks off from work around Christmas on medical leave, and on the day that happened, his new DVD set "And Through It All" arrived, and I spent the next week in bed with a hot British guy. ;) Listening to him and watching him has been the bright spot in some dark months. If he ever happens to stumble upon this via Google, I'd like to thank him.

I will try to say more than I have. It's good for me to get outta my head a little.

I like to reminisce about a time I’ve never had
A book that no one read
A film that never made me sad
And you remind of a place I’ve never been
And something no one said
When I was 17