the secret of time is that time isn't really real

The bad part of NaBloPoMo? Posting every day. The good part of NaBloPoMo? Erin posting every day.

Oh, God, I should write about stuff this time.

So, loyal and steadfast readers may remember a time when I became enamored of this certain show from the creators of Friends & Sex & the City (this time they are sisters!) (I can still sing the theme song, which is still kind of hilariously awful, but catchy!). Well, there is a new guilty pleasure show in my teeny tiny TV universe, and it is called Burn Notice. Whereas at least Related had some sort of emotional grounding (it was almost silly how the show modeled healthy, adult approaches to conflicts and problems) (oh, and also it made me cry, like, seven times) (what the hell is with all the parentheses today? I'm sorry, I'll try to stop. This is nuts.) Ahem. Whereas at least Related had some sort of emotional grounding, Burn Notice is all good-looking funny sexy fluff. Bad guys! Sunglasses! CIA-something! Woo!

And thanks to my Mom, Supreme Ruler of the DVR, I've got about 3 discs worth to look at. Woo!