Your "In Search Of..." Quizo Update

Earlier tonight I had to go to the hated WaWa for provisions, and I was sitting on my bed looking around for my jeans. For some reason, while searching the mass of clothes lying around here I thought to myself:

"Why do they call them jeans? Like, plural? I mean, it's only one thing, one article of clothing. If I cut my jeans in half and throw away one leg will I have a jean? And pants, too, what's up with that? Why do we pluralize the names of these things. Socks, two of those. Shoes, two of those. Jeans and pants are only one thing. This whole nomenclature thing for clothes you wear on your legs is totally wrong."

This literally went on for almost five minutes, me debating with myself why jeans are called jeans before I remembered that my article of leg-based clothing made of denim was, in fact, in the dryer. This didn't help, of course, since I then had to seek out my car keys, which are normally attached to a belt loop on my article of leg-based clothing made of denim.

That does not exactly roll off the tongue, now that I think about it.

Moving on...

In the past I have not been a huge TV watcher - since, until about a month ago just about everything on TV was pretty much crap - but recently I've gotten into the habit after a long day of doing whatever it is I do (admittedly, not a whole lot) of unwinding with a decent television show. Then again, even with the recent TV renaissance much of this past week proved frustrating.

First I tried to find some solace with Heroes, a show I feel I'm SUPPOSED to be watching because I'm, you know, who I am, but I couldn't even finish the second episode after the dialogue started causing sharp stabbing pains in my forebrain. I went looking for House, only to find it off the air until after the baseball playoffs (which, lacking the Phillies, are meaningless, even with a win by the second-oldest pitcher in playoff history). Lost served no purpose other than to anger me with the persistent, numbing stupidity of JJ Abrams (Lost: When Good Writers and Stupid Writers Collide!), and then Grey's Anatomy angered me with out-of-the-blue stupidity of a disturbing majority of the cast (c.f. George, Christina, Addison, Weber) and the fact that Meredith is apparently back to being a cheap whore (because THAT'S interesting).

But then on Friday Battlestar Galatica came on, and everything was ooooooooooooookaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Super-swell. Dreamy, even. End of search for satisfying television. Galactica is back, and all is right with the world.

(I imagine there's a joke I could make here about TV shows and "In Search Of..." but that's so obvious and not-obtuse I won't even bother.)

Now if I could just find where I put my lighter I'd be REALLY set.

JLK