I am late at catching on to the latest television phenomena. If I miss the first episode of any innovative new series, I declare it a lost cause and never try to catch up.
Witness, then, the amount of TV series I have later watched on DVD and become hideously addicted to, way, way later than anyone cool should ever latch on to a good thing: The Sopranos, Sex And The City, and now Lost. Lost was bestowed on me from a friend who took pity on what was shaping up to be my quietest holidays ever, and thought I needed series 1 of Lost to supplement my Foxtel.
They’re not very quiet holidays any more: not with a new flatmate and the possibility of a new man. The first one has already moved in, and let’s all keep our fingers crossed for the last one.
WOW is clearly the way of the future and only slightly more addictive than crack. I will give you a taste one day to help you kick your nasty TV habit. But it will take 6 hours and there will be no talking, and i will require a steady supply of junkfood and beer. I don’t want any interuptions when im pwning.
Damnit, I’m gonna block you as a spammer of some ridiculous computer game. I will not accept your invitation to partake in one of your outlandish mating rituals.
(It should be pointed out that two girls in my staffroom squealed today when I said you played WoW, so apparently there are more of you I need to kill than I thought.)
Yes we are building in numbers and drawing ever closer to the day when we will all walk outside and say, “hey look its the sun i remember that thingy”.