Weddings, Fall TV, and What-Not

I have failed entirely to blog regularly, as I had promised. I blame it on the fact that my home computer is broken. My laptop has some sort of lose something-or-other inside that won't allow it to get a charge or charge the battery. In other words, I have the world's most expensive paperweight on my desk.

One of my dearest friends was married last month. It was a tremendous wedding and an even better reception. Kudos to Britta for a great, great time.

Another one of my best friends has managed to break the binds of the all-too-powerful billable hour and has decided to use her law degree to protect the public by prosecuting dirty-rotten scoundrels. I'm so proud of her!

My dear sister is still working away in North Carolina. Busy as a (little)bee, but keeping her head above water. Hopefully I'll make my way to her new digs over Thanksgiving.

As Fall television has started, it has been even more difficult to keep up with the blogging duties. I've been thinking about Lost for about 4 days now and still don't think I know what in the heck is going on. And what the heck is up with the guy locked in the basement on Desparate Housewives? I remember evening TV used to consist of Moonlighting and Facts of Life. Maybe a little Dukes of Hazard. With the exception of Twighlight Zone, everything was relatively, well, recognizable. When did our world get so weird that the public reflection of its self through art turned into a plane crash on an island with a quarantined capsule, a group of fishing pirates, and dead people who show up at the weirdest times? Maybe tv has turned from art and a reflection of society to nothing more than a diversion. Art for art's sake. There ain't nothing wrong with that if the result is Jack jumping down a capsule hatch to find Kate. Oh yeah, there ain't nothing wrong with that.