Go away, British snobs

OK, I saw NBC's version of The Office last night. I liked it a lot.

And the snark snark snark-fests are just getting so old, already.

Blah blah blah British. I like Britcoms, I do. I'm a big fan of Penelope Keith; I even got the in-joke reference to the original "Office" in "Lost."

I tried to watch the Office, I really did. But -- I COULDN'T UNDERSTAND A WORD THEY SAID! Mumble mumble mumble Oi? is not funny. Sorry. It's not.

Trinny and Susannah are back!

Woohoo! More What Not To Wear

I love them. I don't always agree, but they're so bitchy! The American version is awful.

Soundtrack

Everyone has songs that bring up certain images. Where you were in your life, what you were doing when it was popular. For some reason, I get a lot of later associations with songs -- it was nothing that came with the song when it came out initially, but something later that's forever stuck to that song in my mind. And they're always these bizarre stupid associations.

For instance, whenever I hear "Stayin' Alive," I don't think of Saturday Night Fever, I think of "Airplane."

And when I hear "Moondance," I see this Robert Urich sitcom that aired, for like, a month, in 1990.

The one good one I have is "Your Song," which was the first dance at my wedding. A lovely association, but now, whenever I hear it, I see Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor. But that's ok, since LawyerMan and I are dead ringers for them. It's spooky.

And they are surprised why?

You wanna know what's wrong with your kids? I'll tell you what's wrong with your kids.

You are the sort of person who would agree to appear, with your children, on a reality television show. By definition, you are a bad parent. Ipso facto. QED.

(Disclaimer - The show comes on before 24, so it's not my fault that I saw the last minute of it.)