- I was actually interested in Friday's Planet Money, on why it seems socialism is not taking hold right now the way it did after the Great Depression. They had a guest talking about recent elections all over the globe, and I rewound it 3 times and still couldn't focus. Sad.
At work:
- Co-worker had me watch The Contract. I giggled.
Nighttime:
- Torn between booze, pills, or maybe just Sons of Anarchy. Went with the latter as my drug of choice this evening, and it was an excellent choice. Y'all, this show is good.
- SYTYCD - the auditions are finally ending! I was not in sync with the judges for the first half - I thought the first b-boy was AWESOME and I hope he has a crew so we can watch him on America's Best Dance Crew, and I had to watch that one girl's crazy backbend 3 times to figure out what the hell she had done. But the dancers the judges loved? Meh. While I am thrilled we didn't have to watch that attention-seeking long-haired goofball this year, I was NOT happy to see the "Nigel is a letch" montage OR extreme close-ups of the bloody dance accident. Ech. Also, it was kind of them to bring that guy's wife to Vegas bc she was really not impressive. He was, though.
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