I'm reading, I'm watching movies, I'm listening to music and watching TV. Oh, there are so many things I am doing that I don't even have time to stop and blog, so I must do it at midnight on a Saturday night. It's a crying shame, really it is. To summarize:

I'm watching: I just finished watching the Freaks and Geeks DVD that Elena got me for Christmas. It was just as awesome as I'd hoped. I'd watched two episodes while the show was on the air (or should I say that I watched the last two episodes to make the air), and was pretty sure I'd dig the rest. Now I know why I love Jason Segel's character on How I Met Your Mother. (I'd always assumed it was because Marshall was schtupping Willow.)

I'm also getting ready to start watching Bodies on BBC Canada. I'd heard this was one of the best shows of 2004 (also, Max Beesley), and have been waiting for it to return to BBC so I could check it out. I have it set to tape next Tuesday. Here's hoping it's the first episode, or that I won't be too confused. And season three of Little Britain starts May 18. How fab is that? Only a month and a half until I can again hear middle-aged Welsh mothers say "minge." Dreamy!

Oh! And also South Park. Lots and lots of South Park.

I watched: I went to see Inside Man the other weekend, and I crazy loved it. I love just about anything Clive Owen is in, and I think it was a daring choice to have him playing that role. He's got such a distinctive voice and look, I wondered almost from the beginning how he was going to get out of the bank without anyone noticing him. And then he did, and it was awesome. Jodie did a great job, and so did Denzel. But it was all abut Clive. And he was dreamy. Oh! Spike too, I guess. The direction was groovy and I loved the little slices of humanity thrown in there.

I'm reading: Well, nothing at the moment. But I did finish The Virgin Blue. Very disappointing. Every plot twist was very deliberate. It was like I could hear the author, Tracy Chevalier, sitting in her office, musing aloud, saying, "Now how will I get Ella to Switzerland? Oh! She can boink her French lover, and flee in shame and confusion. Nobody likes that husband of hers. They won't mind." Not so much, Tracy.

I also read Rogue's Wedding, by Terry Griggs. I picked this up as a bargain hardcover at Chapters, and was pretty entertained. Basically, it's about a young man who runs out on his bride on their wedding night in London, Ont. in 1898, and hits nearly every town between there and the northern shores of Lake Huron during his flight. Given that spent my childhood summers in Sauble Beach, reading the book brought back lovely memories. I'm thinking of lending it to my grandfather. I lend books to my grandma all the time, but never to him. He used to own a motel in the Bruce Penninsula, so he might dig the local flavour.

I'm listening to: It's pretty much been nothing but Eisley for a month. Which sucks big time, because now I see on their website that they were in Toronto last week. Dammit, Alan, you're supposed to be getting me to go to concerts this spring! And, no, the Blue Jays don't count.