Along with the whole growing up thing that seems to be happening, I’m starting to do some hardcore car shopping. Quite frankly, it’s scaring the crap out of me. I mean, I’m learning a lot, considering things now that I wouldn’t have dreamed of weeks, even days, ago. I’ve successfully avoided the “can I help you” hounds by just doing some window shopping here and there. I’m not even sure on what kind of car I would want, yet alone afford right now. It’s all a lot of thinking at this point. I have my favorite flavors of ice cream, but this is far worse. I’m like a two year old, “Ooooo… shiney.”
Nip/Tuck has had me sucked in since the series started. For some it’s too racy, but that’s not why I like it. At the same time, I get weak in the stomach during the surgery scenes. And the story line isn’t the greatest. It’s been done before. TV’s just like that. Some of it has to do with production quality. The way it’s shot and what it’s shot onto. Kind of the same reason I’m into Rescue Me, but I’ve always liked Denis Leary.
This DVR thing is pretty sweet.