Everybody lies.

Except all those people who told me - continuously - how great House was. They weren't lying.

I appreciate that.

I finished Season 1 about an hour ago, watched the special features (Why don't the producers or whoever puts the DVD materials together ALWAYS include bloopers? It should be a requirement.) and now find myself at a bit of a loss, because Netflix doesn't deliver the first two discs of Season 2 until tomorrow.

I'm passing the time searching for pictures to use in future blog posts. Yeah, like I have nothing else to do before next Sunday...

My mom called earlier and started talking about an "administrators retreat" she's supposed to go to tomorrow for work. It's on a party barge at the local reservoir. My first thought was, of course, Booze Cruise. I tried to explain it to her, but I don't think she appreciated the nuances of Michael Scott and how he's obviously impacted the local team building industry. Heh.

California Dreamin' and all that other stuff...

It's official. The summer slump has begun. It's slightly (read: completely and utterly) depressing, and it's not like I don't have things I could watch. There's an episode of Studio 60 (with a little Jenna Fischer sprinkled in) and that new show... Traveler (is that the right name?), which I taped purely out of curiosity, on the TIVO. But I haven't gotten around to either. Anyone have an opinion? I need the motivation that comes with my regularly scheduled programming. As it is at the moment, I've got lots of "other," non-TV related (gasp) things going on.

1. I'm moving to California in three weeks. Yeah. I found this out Wednesday. Very excited, don't get me wrong, it's just all sort of happening at once. Quickly. (That's what she said.)

2. In the three weeks between now and the move, aside from life and work, I have a week long beach trip (starting Sunday), a Bachelorette Party to host and the task of finding a place to live. Easy, right? I need to be sedated or something.

3. I feel like Rory in the final episode of Gilmore Girls. I thought I had a month to ride roller coasters...

All that "life" stuff aside, I'm not shirking my duties. Netflix delivered the first two discs of House to my house (hahaha) yesterday, and I'm planning to start catching up at the beach... so if you're already a fan of House, or you really, really want to be, get ready!

And just to make this even more random... I saw Knocked Up tonight. Hilarious movie. Actually pretty smart... not uber generic or campy. It's consistently funny, which I appreciate, and of course some things were over the top (I could have done without all the body parts and neverending F-bombs), but the emotions weren't processed. It felt very... real. My only issue? I wanted (and really expected) to see a License to Wed trailer. *pouts* It was like being shot down with no Harry Potter at Pirates last week.

Enough. It's 2:15 a.m. Time to fall asleep watching Pride and Prejudice. Oops! I'm sorry. Is that picture not of Colin Firth? I really thought it was. I meant for it to be... dang it. I guess I'll just have to leave this one...

Just thinkin' out loud...

Have you seen the preview for this week's Office?

It's making me nervous in that way I can't stand because I want to know what's happening already! Yeah, my complete and total lack of patience is rearing it's ugly head, but come on - Pam, on the beach, being honest! (Jim in a hoodie and hat, hello!) Am I really supposed to be patient and think, "Oh, it's only four days until a new ep and, bonus, there are only two left until summer!"

No, I don't think I'm supposed to be frakkin' okay with either of those things!

I need the Yahoo! previews. Those things are like crack and yet, I'm sure they won't give anything important away. Speaking of, methinks I don't trust the NBC promo department, but Jenna did say in her blog, "... the one not to be missed is Beach Day. Seriously. Don't miss it."

Believe me, Jenna, I won't.

Is it Thursday yet?

In effort to calm down, let's talk about something I haven't watched, and therefore, have no overtly emotional attachment to... yet. House.

I was at Wal-Mart yesterday and my husband pointed out the new issue of TV Guide with Hugh Laurie on the cover. He recently saw an episode of House and has been on a kick about the show ever since, trying to convince me to watch. It would appear he hasn't paid attention to my blog or seen the number of times I've listed House as part of my summer TV catch-up. Ahem. I had to tell him to stop talking as he saw a current episode and I've never seen any at all. (I have a thing about watching shows in order, not starting in the middle.) He could care less and gave me a, "I'm not trying to break your sacred TV code, I just think it's a cool show. He's like a mix of Cox on Scrubs and Jess on Gilmore Girls." Not sure I'm fully enamored by that character analysis, but whatever. In a few weeks, I'll have my own opinion as the Netflix cue draws him forward.

By my calculation...

The hiatus is almost upon us.

(Or the nervous breakdown, in my case.)

I'm sitting here with a day planner, counting up how many episodes are left of each of my shows. Far too few for my liking. In about four weeks, the 2006-2007 Television Season will be over... and I'll be in Dante's 7th circle of Hell. Laugh it up, but it's true. The beach trip I'm going on in June is a nice consolation prize for the months of TV-less, summer suffering I'll endure until September.

I did just read on GMMR, that Studio 60 comes back May 24. I know the show has its issues, but I like it. No idea how many eps they'll be running. Probably not enough to appease my emotional upheaval and withdrawal.

That said, I am planning to fill the summer months with three shows I've never seen before, so maybe they'll dull the pain. Just what I need, right? Three potential new obsessions. House, 24 and Entourage. They're lined up in the Netflix cue, but as Kelly taught us a few weeks ago, it's rather easy to change the order.

So, which one should I watch first?