PSA? Public Service Announcement? Oh, aren’t you cute. Nope, Public Snay Announcement.
Because I don’t pay attention to such trivial matters, Robin and I had a running discussion tonight at work regarding when we set our clocks back for Daylight Savings Time. The conversation was settled when we found a copy of the weekend edition of USA Today with a front-page reminder that, indeed, at 2am, to set your clocks back an hour (god help the idiots who stay up until 2am to set their clocks back, then set them back again an hour later, then again an hour later, et cetera ad naseum).
Anyway, because I’m hoping to be sound asleep by 2am, dreaming of a D.C. apartment and a beautiful woman sawing logs next to me in bed, I’ve gone ahead and set all my clocks back an hour.
Holy shit! I’m supposed to be at work for another forty minutes!!!
While I didn’t have much to drink last night (y’know, driving home, didn’t want to sleep in my car, yada yida yada), I did have a really lousy night’s sleep, and did a considerable amount of tossing, and turning, and watching infomercials from 3:30am - 6 and spending way too long finishing a post about Veronica Mars’ disappointing final season. It was one of those nights where, when I finally fell asleep, I dreamed I was awake and tossing and turning in bed. That’s the only explanation I have for how non-tired and relatively-rested I feel today.
So, Charissa anointed me “honorary archivist” for Baltimore Blogger Happy Hours, so I’ll give it a shot. Clearly, if I’ve forgotten to list you, I’m just being an “elite” blogger and snubbing you. (No, actually, I just forgot, so shoot me an e-mail or leave a comment and I’ll get it all fixed-a-roonie.)
Great time was had by all, I would hope, although aging business majors screaming “LET THE DOGS OUT HOO HOO” from the front of the bar made one either want to cry or grab a baseball bat and start swinging.
I’m a fan of the now-cancelled TV series “Veronica Mars”, starring Kristen Bell as a high-school-age P.I., learning the trade from her ex-Sheriff dad, in Neptune, California, home to ridiculously wealthy folks and their ridiculously spoiled brats.
As a mystery show, each of the first two seasons featured season-long arcs revolving around one large mystery (in season one, “Who Killed Lilly Kane?” Season two, “Who blew up the school bus?”), while each episode featured a smaller mystery (”Who is distributing fake IDs at the school?”), which sometimes illuminated clues which pointed to the culprit of the season-mystery.
The show was slightly revamped for the third season (as Veronica moves from high-school student to college student), in that the one large mystery episode arc was eliminated in favor of smaller arcs: “Who is the campus rapist?” “Who killed Dean O’Dell?”, yada-yada.
Unfortunatly, Season Three proved the same thing Buffy’s fourth did: when great shows set in high school move their settings to college, they get crappy. (As opposed to, say, Beverly Hills 90210, which as best as I could ever tell, was always crappy). I suppose it’s a good thing Veronica Mars got canceled before it was “reimagined” as “Veronica in the FBI” for a proposed fourth season.
Meanwhile, the ever smoochable Kristen Bell moved over to NBC’s “Heroes”, providing, one would think, that final excuse for me to finally get into the show (because very few shows have my name written all over them as much as that one, yet, aside for a handful of season one episodes, I remain blissfully ignorant).
