Living Single is definitely chicken soup for the college kid's soul.

"Do you think having sex without love is a sin?" "If it is, then I'll see you in hell!!" HAHAHAA

What's up with the Oxygen channel being the only network that plays Living Single reruns? It was a popular enough sitcom that a lot of networks would benefit from playing it, even if it's in the middle of the night like what Nick at Night does for Fresh Prince of Bel Aire reruns. (Yes, I've spent some sleepless nights soothing myself by watching Fresh Prince...)

Oxygen doesn't have a set time for when they play Living Single reruns; they just play it whenever they feel like it. And the only schedules they put on their website are for their crappy ass original TV shows, like Pretty Wicked. Since Oxygen is the only place that will play Living Single, and only the first season is out on DVD, I as a Living Single fan am pretty much screwed. Blah.

This is why I love Scrubs.

That clip is one of the many reasons why Scrubs is the best sitcom on the air right now. Great writing, great acting, even a great cameo from the show's creator Bill Lawrence. Of course, Hollywood wouldn't recognise quality if it wore Heidi Montag's breast implants; Scrubs has its series finale in May, to too little fanfare. Eight seasons, and barely any Emmys...actually, I don't think it has any Emmys.

This bullshit is the reason I want to get into filmmaking. Not for the celebrity, or for the flashy parties; I want to help make movies and TV shows that appeal to anyone not interested in yet another recycled Judd Apatow flick or "fat ugly stupid middleaged man married to a surprisingly hot woman who would never be into him in real life, and hijinks ensue!" sitcom.

Though those aren't the worst things I've seen on TV. Anybody remember the O.C., a show that unabashedly basked in its upper class super white-ness? Never mind that it was supposed to take place in California, one of the most (if not number 1) diverse states in the US. But on that show you never saw anything but super rich white teens without any real problems, the one possible exception being Ryan, the "troubled young man" from *gasp!* Chino. Chino? Chino is their scary ghetto? It's the fucking suburbs! I'm from southcentral LA, so that shit is downright insulting.

May 6, 2009 is the one hour series finale for Scrubs. Another rare quality TV show bites the dust. As a diehard fan, watching it will most likely make me depressed as hell. But knowing that one of the few worthwhile shows is kicking the bucket really pushes me to start writing, in a way that nothing else does. Necessity isn't the real mother of invention; its anger at all the crappy other inventions making it big and wanting to have at least a few inventions in this world that don't suck balls. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

70 degree temperature really gets me down.

It's way too damn hot today...egad. It's like somebody opened up a tanning booth shop inside my apartment.

You ever feel like something's not right? And it takes you forever to even realize that something's off, so figuring out what exactly is wrong takes even longer, or doesn't happen at all?

Oh forget it. I don't even know if I'm making any sense. The heat is frying my brain, and I'm too weak to concentrate on doing anything, including hw or working on that paper that's due on Thursday. See? I'm now thinking about that paper, and I'm not dissolving into panic or desperately typing away or anything....I'm feeling too damn lazy and out of it to even care.

I'm feeling blog-tastic today.

I've discovered blogger.com!

This will be great, like the journal I never had...except very public, with other people reading it. Haha.

Well, if nothing else, this will be a great writing excercise. Since my Creative Writing class, which was like two school quarters ago, I haven't been writing anything (except class notes and homework assignments, which don't count. ^_^) I'll try to do a blog at least once every few days, get slowly back into the writing game.

Yah heard?

(That last thing was for Tsega and Ruth...I'm thinking about making that my signature.)