Sex and the City… … and I need Headphones
So. B has been on a Sex (as in "and the City") kick. Seriously, not two weeks after I got her into Battlestar Galactica, she's got me watching Sex and the City. Which isn't like, the most natural thing in the world for me to watch. I don't have to watch it alone though... I have Ernest Borgnine. Seriously. I have a completely inapropriate excitement in my pants over Hulu. Seriously, I heard about this a while ago... a joint venture between NBC and News Corp. Read another way: A joint venture between two of the more evil companies in the world. One cancelled two Sorkin shows (after firing him from his own creation), the other is run by the guy trying to own and operate all media in the world.
Anyways, I figured it'd be annoying and suck. But, no kidding, if you're offering me Airwolf, In Living Color, Who's the Boss and the Facts of Life... then good lord people, let me in, let me have it and then send me a large tv I can hook a Macmini up to so I don't have to screw around at a table with my computer.
Seriously, I'm going to go watch some Airwolf and ignore the insane ramblings of Kim Cattrall and Sarah Jessica...
-Jon