Not Ranting, Much...

Not sure where today went. Does someone have the weekends on fast forward, because that's what it feels like. Please switch them back to normal speed. Please.

I guess that today was gobbled up by a list of boring domestic chores that were in need of doing, getting caught up on last week's ep of True Blood. I think I'd been putting off watching it after slyspider spoiled me for the BIG spoiler, the one that really ticked me off. You know, the one that happens RIGHT AT THE END. I am not impressed.

I shall also postpone another DISCOVERY OF WITCHES rant. I'm about 250 pages in right now. Diana and Matthew are touring his French estates at the moment. I will only say that in the last 60 pages or so, I have lost all respect for Diana. Miss Watch Me Yoga and Row and Run Brainiac Academic had a case of 19th century madwoman hysteria and had to be sedated for fuck's sake. *growls*

I will not rant tonight. I will not rant tonight. I will not rant tonight.

Four Degrees of Separation...

So last night, I discovered I am four degrees of separation from...TOM CRUISE.

1. slyspider is my sister.
2. slyspider worked with multiple Tony Award winning director Jack O'Brien.
3. Jack O'Brien is about to direct a show on Broadway starring Katie Holmes.
4. Katie was, until recently, part of the TomKat pairing.

I'm not sure whether to be amused or horrified. Probably both.