Netflix is stalking me.

OR, possibly, I am stalking Netflix. What with the instantaneous episodes of Lost. I wish I could say that I hadn't whiled away hours for two days straight watching and watching. I wish I could say it, but I cannot, for I in fact have whiled away those hours, and I will never get them back.

Question: why do The Others have that sick fixation on other people's children? Can they not have children of their own? Are there no fertility clinics on the island? This feature of the show is totally creeping me out.

In other news: tomorrow I will be doing something productive during the daylight hours. And possibly watching an episode here or there. I said AN episode, the people. Just one. Or maybe two.

In other other news: SATC the Rematch was HORRRIBLE (yes, it needed an extra "R," it was precisely that bad). Exhibit A: Liza Minnelli, at the wedding of two gay men, doing "Single Ladies." Also, many more exhibits too banal and also lame to name.

Addendum to the other other news: If I don't plant some flowers soon, I will not be able to live with myself.

One thing I wish I had right now.

I wish I had The Sundance Channel, so I could watch that Elvis Costello show.  Also, I wish I had managed to watch this Elvis Mitchell interview series on TMC, which I have, so I wish I had had my priorities straight, or had sorted myself out--or something!--so I might have watched it.  

Also, I would like to have a new book successfully placed with an awesome press.  Or that my putative new book would win a book competition.  Or that I could stop whining about it and everything else, because frankly, I'm getting annoyed with my own self.

        The two Elvi.