to live.
It begins tomorrow…all over again
How about next time we don’t schedule a World Cup and the IPL within five days of each other?
Cricket possibly can’t be that interesting can it?
CAN IT?
What looks predictable but with potential?
Body of Proof… want to review.
But how many ways are there to describe yet another zingy procedural with smart and witty protagonist — former neurosurgeon now medical examiner extraordinaire — whose sciency intelligence towers over everyone around her and who must obviously make up for being so brainy by displaying alarming ineptitude in the matters of relationships and whose personal life be in shambles. (Its TV Logic)
So supporting cast must then hold her hand and help her pick up the pieces while occassionally making little shows of brilliance themselves.
Its like Bones minus the skeleton, plus the flesh.
But I’ll still be watching….
Things that happened to me today…
Reached early at the bus stop and still missed two buses. Apparently, its very good sense to leave your passengers waiting ( the bus was ten minutes late) and stop at the signal instead.
Ran all the way to the signal in the most graceless manner and banged at the doors of the volvo, but couldn’t get it to stop.
Huffed and puffed with indignation and marched back to the bus stop muttering under my breath.
Reached office only to find that we were locked out…
Sometimes, there really are no words.
I’m studying for my literature finals these days, so all I do is read read read read and at one point I couldn’t make sense of words — first I thought I was having a panic attack and I began forgetting words as I usually do, but this time it was different. Generally I let the panic attack…
At the bottom of this page- ‘click here to launch a slide show on the glamorous wives of Middle Eastern rulers’
How can Slate publish this problematic but nonetheless interesting piece and then follow it up with that? Seriously- a slide show of glamorous wives of Middle Eastern rulers? Oh isn’t interactive media so much fun? Because why else will we learn about Arab first ladies if they aren’t described to us like a pin-up models posing for a calendar.
