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Charlie Sheen can bend his pinkie finger into a ninety-degree angle. Oh, yeah, that's something I didn't need to see before I went to bed. *wince*

So I've been killing time watching the pregame interviews for TAR on CBS. (Yay! Only a week and a half until the first episode! Thank you, God, for giving me something to obsess over while Lost goes away!) Hee ... Rob and Amber look so dopey-cute in their interview. Yeah, they're a little arrogant about the whole thing, but they won Survivor, so I guess they deserve a wee bit of arrogance about it since they actually have a winning track record. And Lynn and Alex, the gay couple, are freakin' adorable, although how the hell is one of them hiding the fact that he's gay from his family? Those two ping so much gaydar, I'm amazed they're not trailed by their own personal Village People cover band.

In other news, am now washing all of my laundry. I think it says something about me that when I do wash all of my clothes, I have a load of whites, a load of jeans, a load of darks, and a load of Holy-crap-my-eyes!-I'm-BLIND pinks, reds, and oranges.

*sigh* Boy, there's just nothing on TV after midnight, is there? (... she says, as she sits four feet away from 230 DVDs ...) And I have to get up early to go pick up my paycheck. Again. Because there's nothing like wasting an entire morning because someone else is an asshole. *grrr*

AWARD SHOW JUNKIE OF EDIT: Spotted on IMDb ...

Some of Hollywood's lesser known talent figure that they'll bear the brunt of Oscar producer Gil Cates's announced plans to group some of the nominees together in the audience and have the presenter open the envelope revealing the winner standing there. Three-time Oscar-winning editor Walter Murch reportedly sent an email to the motion picture academy Wednesday accusing it of applying a "People magazine index" to the nominees. And Lea Yardum, a spokeswoman for both the American Cinema Editors and the Visual Effects Society, was quoted by today's (Thursday) New York Post as saying, "There's a sense of devastation around this. They've worked so hard to get these artists the recognition they richly deserve; for the Academy to even consider taking it away is a true slap in the face."

You know, I haven't said anything about this yet, but Gil Cates has got to be on some pretty good crack to think this is a good idea. Hey, Cates! If you're so friggin' worried no one will watch this year because blockbusters didn't get nominated, it won't help if people keep flipping onto the show to see this crap. It's an awards show, damn it. PUT PEOPLE ON A STAGE.

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Another one spotted on IMDb ...

Britney Spears has attacked magazine Us Weekly for publishing photographs of her Fijian honeymoon with husband Kevin Federline. The pictures of the couple appear on the cover of the American publication under the headline, "Britney's Private Album!" Other pictures of the couple's October tropical honeymoon are displayed on five pages inside the magazine. A furious Spears says in a statement: "Kevin and I chose a resort location where we were promised absolute privacy and seclusion. Unfortunately, staff members took photographs of us, which we allowed them to take once we were assured they were being taken only for private use in a scrap book they gave us as a souvenir. Other magazines, including Star, contacted us when presented with these photographs and refused to publish them. Kevin and I thank those other magazines for respecting our rights of privacy." But defiant bosses at Us Weekly hit back, "Coming from a celebrity who sold pictures of both her wedding and her stepdaughter, it's unlikely the issue here is privacy. Could it be that Britney is seeing red after not seeing the green from these photos? Britney Spears should start a magazine if she'd like to dictate her own coverage."

I loathe US Weekly with a passion, but bwahahahahahaha. Thank you, defiant bosses at US Weekly. You read my mind. ;)

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I got up at seven-thirty and went to work to pick up the paycheck I was supposed to get. I walk in and Lieutenant Asshat immediately tells me they direct-deposited the check this morning. Well, great, that's a waste of two hours worth of travel time and walking.

Then I come home and check with my bank. Is my check deposited in my checking account? Of course not. Why would you think my check had been deposited in my checking account? Because the company that issues the checks told us it was?!

GIVE ME MY MONEY, BEE-YOTCHES. I am not waiting until fucking Tuesday to get a check and cash it. *seethes*

EDIT: Surprise, surprise, they fucked it up again. I'm getting a check tomorrow. Great, now I have to find a check cashing place in the area. Grrr.

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Holy crap, why didn't I know about this sooner?! And Season Two comes out on April 15? *SQUEALS*

All I need is Misfits of Science and My Secret Identity on DVD and my memories of growing up in the '80s will be complete. *bounces up and down happily*

EDIT: I want another costume party on March 6. 'Cause it's a Sunday, so more people will be able to join in, and it's the Sunday after we stop getting new Lost episodes. And I already know whom I'm coming as ... I just have to refresh my grasp on the character. *whistles innocently* ;)

All I want is five minutes to relax, damn it.

People keep asking me why I haven't flipped out yet over the check thing yet. I'm going to have to sooner or later at this rate, because so far the stress is upsetting my stomach, giving me a headache, and making a rash spread around my eyes. Gyah. *sigh*

EDIT: Someone remind me to watch Numbers tonight. (And no, I'm not spelling it with the stupid "3". Sheesh.)

GIP!

Why I didn't have a Sarah Connor icon before now is beyond me.