A misunderstanding
Based on the comments on my last entry, I suspect I have not been clear. I have, under no circumstance, said that TV stands for Terrific Voluptuousness. It is just wrong of you to think that, because I know you do (you naughty bastards). The reason I enjoy watching Veronica Mars (the TV-show) is its good writing. It keeps feeding me and fooling me with plot-twists and good characters.
I'm still confused how Elizabeth Shirley-- eh, Hurley, fits into all this. She's never been in Veronica Mars, hell, she's not even a fan of Veronica Mars (She claims to not have watched television since 1979, so there is no way she is fan). Hmm.. but it could be... yeah, I maybe see the connection now. She co-starred in Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me which also stars Seth Green. Seth Green has in turn stared in Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. And of course the creator of that show, Joss Whedon, starred in episode 6 of Veronica Mars during season 2. It all makes sense now, but I gotta tell you, you have one twisted way of making connections dude. I mean all those steps just so you could drool over Elizabeth "Don't call me Shirley!" Hurley.
Unlike you people, I do not, under most circumstances drool at all while watching TV of any kind (maybe except for Survivor, but that drooling is because my brain has stopped working and thus the muscles in my jaw are not given instructions to make me not look like an idiot).
Instead of drooling, I flap my ears. Like Dumbo, but without the elephantness.
I really think you guys need to lay back on the ogling and pay more attention to the story. Remember:
Story. Is. Everything.
And besides, Jennifer Love Hewitt is much prettier ;)
Another boat hits the ground sinking
I have received letter after letter from devoted fans asking me to continue my bodypart foray. They've said things like "I've never learned this much... ever!" and "You are intelligent and good looking and I wish I could be just like you." and "Is it possible to buy plush dolls of you? I want to have one on my computer screen so you're always with me."
Then I woke up. But if there is an actual demand for plush toys of me, I'll see what I can do (join my fanclub). It's been a while since I've written anything, and that's because I'm writing but I'm not writing it here. Or, I'm supposed to be writing but I've been rewatching Veronica Mars season one for the last few days. I've also had like... at LEAST four classes... in like... three weeks? =)
It's apparent that I'm suffering from missing time syndrome. So I've either gone through a rift in time while driving my car or I've been abducted by aliens (maybe also while driving my car). Or, it could be that I was abducted by aliens while inside the time rift... which means there could be more than one of me! Have you seen me and I seemed not to be myself? In that case, call me... the me that you didn't see that is...
I've been having one of my delusions of grandeur when I think: "I can model my own 3D world!". Well, I can't do that because a world is kind of... big. Anyway, I've been fiddeling with that for some time until I came out of my delusional state. It's feels good to know I don't have to make my own world when I already own this one. Very comforting, with my own servants and all.
Other than that I've been writing on chapter two of Ben Reeper's epic tale of racoons and a sinking Titanic. I've also been thinking about a short-movie synopsis I have to turn in soon for one of the courses I'm taking -- it's turning out to be quite a ride.
Where the hell is the servant who I sent for grape juice? Being ruler of the world is quite a chore, I can tell you that. Anyway, I have to go check up on my plush doll manifacturing plant I ordered a few days ago.
By the way: Veronica Mars rocks my... brain lobes.
