2002-11-14 - 1:47 a.m.
I can't find my tape of David Cross's HBO comedy special. It's driving me crazy. You see, I just wanted some snarky comedy to relax to and now *poof* it's gone. I'm all buzzed, also, for some reason, so that means crappy sleep once again.
(insert overly-loud, Bob Odenkirk-ish "GOD DAMN IT!" here)
So, still not nuts about tonight's 'Wing.' Also noticed that there haven't been many post-episode discussions lately on the 'SotU' list. I wonder if that's because they have nothing to discuss outside of Josh/Donna.
And I will stress once again - the fandom can not be built on Josh/Donna alone.
Anyway, just to say this again - wasn't Leo adorable? I would've appreciated it more if I liked the character with which he was being adorable, I suppose - (Oh, why couldn't Mary-Louise Parker be Leo's girlfriend?) - but it was still nice.
You know, I should write some Leo-and-Donna-dance-and-then-have-sex story. Except, I think I've done that at least three times. Which begs the question - what is fascination with Leo dancing? I dunno. I guess it's just pretty. I love romantic!Leo. They should sell romantic!dancing!toogoodforJordon!Leo at the mall. Just a whole store of life size, pretty Leos. Hey, I personally know three people who'd purchase them, not including myself. Even more if we count people I know on the 'net.
Yeah, so I know this story isn't making sense. Whatever.
And, randomly, I will say I'm going to see 'Frida' tomorrow night, which means taping 'Scrubs' and 'CSI' - (hey, I can go a week w/o 'Will and Grace') and seeing Ed Norton on the big screen again for the third time in a month and a half. Because, you know, I saw 'Red Dragon' twice. I'm rather looking forward to the film. Salma Hayek's a decent actress, and Alfred Molina is supposed to be great. Sure, it could be the standard paint-by-the-numbers biopic, but it still could be interesting.
And, also, Chinese food beforehand. I seem to have a Chinese food obsession, actually. If anyone offers, doesn't matter the time or whether I've eaten, I go. That's probably a sickness of some kind.
Oh, and also, I wrote this little-more-than-a-drabble thing that I *wanted* to be Josh/Donna, if only because I'm so disturbed by lack of ability to write them, and suddenly, it became all Leo/Donna-y. Just to solidify the oft-held belief that I hath forsaken Josh for Leo. Even stupid 500-word stories can't just throw Josh a bone. (And, yeah, Donna's the bone in this scenario. Just roll with it.) Stupid drabble. Stupid Leo.
Oh. I really didn't mean that. Because Josh isn't as delightful with someone as Leo with with a someone who's half as delightful as the first someone.
That made sense in my head. So, I shant edit it and will leave you to think about what it could possibly mean.
Oh, and I saw a guy from 'Mr. Show' (Jay Johnston) on a commercial for Spam. More specifically, Spam burgers.
It was so sad, I just wanted to take him into my arms and let him weep why I say, "It's not your fault." (Yes, many of my wants include scenes from 'Good Will Hunting.') Because, dude, that's *sad* and it's not his fault. It's his agent's fault or something. Or Bob Odenkirk and David Cross for not creating a more popular show. But, damn, that 'Mr. Show' is funny. For the record, my favorite sketch (out of the first two seasons and scattered eps of seasons three and four that I've taped off of the various HBO's) is the 'House of the Future.' It's this lame promotional video-type thing, and the bizarre editing and odd perfomances are so damn cool.
Okay, so I just went off on a tangent. Point is - Spam burgers sad.
Now, I'm going to try to go to sleep. Well, first find my David Cross special, then lay down, them maybe fall asleep before the sun comes up if I'm lucky.
*sigh* Bye all.
